Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2019 13:30:13 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: I Love my Job I Love My Job by Misty Meadow Here I am, fresh out of university with a shitty degree and no work experience, looking for employment. The job market is dismal. I've sent out scores of C.V.'s and the number of replies has been . . . let me count . . . approximately zero. I'm cursing those fucking bank C.E.O.'s who tanked the economy and went home with multi million pound bonuses and self satisfied smirks on their faces. Why aren't they in jail? I don't want to live at home with my mum and I've no intention of flipping burgers. I want a job that I'm going to enjoy. So exactly what do I enjoy? Duh! Sex, of course, like just about everyone. There's money to be made having sex. I'm not unattractive, indeed I've been pursued by lots of eligible men and, more interestingly, women. Sex with women, I discovered soon after puberty, is awesome! A stiff cock isn't so bad, but no man had ever made me cum. On the other hand, with the right girl in the right place at the right time, I can cum from just a kiss. I do some research on the internet and make a few phone calls. It doesn't take long. In just a few days I'm hooked up with an escort agency that caters only for high end clients. Their fees (my fees actually; I have to pay them a hefty commission) are astronomic! Three or four hundred quid an hour and two grand for an all nighter, just for being nice to a guy. For the most part, my clients are respectable, clean, considerate and often quite likeable. Sometimes I even enjoy the sex and though I don't cum, I ham it up a bit to give them their money's worth. My profile on the agency's web site describes me as willing to entertain female clients and in this first month that I've been working, I've had three thrilling encounters. The great thing about this kind of sex with strangers is that once we're alone in a hotel room, there's no beating around the bush, no social foreplay, no inhibitions to overcome, we just dive right in, the client and I, quickly stripping off and getting right down to business, my head between her thighs, or hers between mine. I go from "Hello, my name's Misty" to eating wet pussy in thirty seconds or less. Though none of the three clients were exactly my type (I prefer girls of my own age or younger) I nevertheless enjoyed multiple orgasms within the one hour period they paid for, and all three gave me generous tips. I seemed to have found my niche in life. I'm going to live frugally and bank most of my earnings, so that one day in the not too distant future, I'll be able to retire on a tropical island, or better still, open my own escort agency, catering strictly to lesbians, picking off the sexiest clients for myself. Wouldn't that be great? ___________________ Today I get a call from the agency. A woman been captivated by my picture on the website and wishes to retain my services at two o'clock, for three hours and has already paid a grand for the privilege, by credit card which is unusual. Most clients want to be untraceable and pay in cash. This is good because I can avoid that awkward money transaction that can put a damper on the sex. I can walk right in, pull her knickers off and have her sit on my face. She's arranged for me to come to her room in an upscale West End hotel. I carefully select an expensive business suit under which I'll wear a pure silk white camisole that is so sheer it looks like a cloud of mist. It has matching knickers. This summer weather is too hot for stockings but I put a pair in my handbag, with my big black dildo, just in case. Three inch heels complete my outfit. I check my appearance in the mirror and have to admit that I'm pretty fucking gorgeous, even without make up. I call for a taxi. My days of traveling by tube are over. _____________________ Before I knock on her hotel room door I take my suit jacket off and fold it over my arm. This will allow her to see my tits with their big dark nipples and hopefully get us off to a good start. The door opens, revealing a woman in her mid thirties who introduces herself as Margot. She's wearing a sun dress, enticingly short, with a flowered pattern. "Oh, I just love your top," she says, staring at my tits. "Come on in." She ushers me inside and to my astonishment, gestures to a child sitting on the end of the bed. "This is my daughter, Lark." Oh, shit, I think, what am I getting myself into? "I'm Misty," I say and her face lights up with a dazzling smile. She has on a white dress made entirely of lace with, alas, a liner that prevents her undies from showing. It buttons from top to bottom. "I picked out your picture on the internet," she says, "and I told Mum you're so beautiful I just had to meet you." Now I have to confess that my headshot on the web page does show me at my best, but I never thought for a moment that it would attract children. This kid can't be a day older than eleven. "Well thank you, but I have to say that you're adorable, much more beautiful than I am." This is true. Most girls of that age have a kind of childish attractiveness, but Lark has an aura of innocence with an undercurrent of latent sexuality that's unusual. In an earlier time, she could've been the inspiration for Nabokov's Lolita, (it's worth a read, and of the two movies, the second is best) though on second thoughts, maybe she needs a year or so to develop some titlets. "You're probably wondering why Lark is here," Margot says. "Let me explain. Yesterday I walked into her bedroom without knocking first. Yes, I know, that's unforgivable, but my mind was elsewhere. To my surprise, there was my darling daughter sitting on the end of her bed in front of the mirrored closet doors, her dress up round her waist, and her knickers round her ankles. She was staring at herself and masturbating." The kid grins. "She was embarrassed to say the least." "I thought Mum was gonna yell at me and ground me for the rest of my life, but . . ." ". . . I quickly told her that I was delighted that she'd discovered how to pleasure herself at such an early age. I revealed that I hadn't started to masturbate until I was thirteen or fourteen." "Me, too," I offer, "in front of the mirror, like you, Lark." Mum continues, "I was pleased to know that she wouldn't have to go through the ups and downs of puberty without the consolation of masturbation to take her through the bad patches. I myself am gay and like my daughter, I found your picture exciting. You look so young. How old are you?" "Twenty one." "The website said you're willing to escort female companions." "Absolutely! For me, men are just a sideline. Girls are way better than guys." "So here's the thing. I want Lark to grow up like me, a lesbian or at least bisexual, and it seems to me that the earlier she experiences gay sex, the more firmly it will imprint on her and the less likely she'll fall into the clutches of some randy boy who'll get into her knickers and then abandon her for someone else, breaking her heart. In short, I want you to seduce my daughter." Holy fucking shit! This is going to be a first for me. Admittedly, some young girls are cute to the point of causing my knickers to get damp, but the idea of having sex with a child has always seemed an impossible goal. Even if I could find a willing partner, how would I guarantee that she'd never tell anyone? The whole thing would be a jail sentence hanging over my head. So little girls have never been part of my sex life, though I've often fantasised about holding a child in my arms and caressing her in the most intimate ways. But now, unexpectedly, the opportunity has been dropped into my lap. Suddenly I'm excited. "You may wonder why I've asked you to do this on my behalf; the reason is although my daughter and I can talk freely about sex, actually touching her sexually is a step too far. I'm afraid the incest taboo is too strong in me. Anyway, I don't want to do anything that might scar her psychologically later in life, so we're in your hands." I look across at the girl. She has an eager look on her face which would indicate that she's a party to the plot and willing to be taught the delights of gay sex. "There's just one thing," Margot adds. "I need her to be safe, and to that end I'll be present here in the room watching, though I won't be taking part." She rummages in her hand bag and produces a camcorder. "Oh, and I'll be filming it all. Is that alright?" A shiver of delight runs through me. I'm going to have an audience, an appreciative audience, observing me have my first encounter with a preteen girl. Oh, my God, this is amazing! I've never had a problem being watched while I have sex, in fact, it adds to the enjoyment. I look at Margot anew. Like her daughter, she's very attractive and if she alone were my client, I'd be delighted to get really kinky with her and fuck her brains out. But I need to know one more thing. "Lark," I say, my voice tender, "Leaving aside what your mum wants for you, are you willing to let me teach you about gay sex? I need to know that you're not doing this just to please your mum. "You must be completely. . . " She interrupts. "Yes, yes, the moment I saw your picture, I wanted you to do anything you want to me, anything at all." "Then we'll do what both of us want." I turn to her mother. "Sit in that chair," I say, taking charge. She sits and aims the camera and its little red light indicates it's recording. I stand at the foot of the bed and drop my skirt. My knickers, just as sheer as the camisole, hide nothing so my cleanly shaved cunt is perfectly visible. Lark stares at it, her sweet lips slightly parted. "Nice undies," she breathes. "Can I take your dress off?" I ask her. She nods. "Stand up." She stands close to me and I unbutton the dress from bottom to top and spread it wide, revealing that she has nothing on other than her white cotton knickers. I've always loved white knickers, ever since I was a little kid in the school playground, watching my friends doing handstands in the school playground, carelessly showing off their undies. I used to do the same, but my performance was always deliberate. I arranged to sit on the front row in class and I'd spread my thighs so the teacher would get a nice upskirt view. I loved being naughty in that way and to this day, I'm something of an exhibitionist. I push the dress from her shoulders and let it fall. "Oh, my God! You look so sexy!" "I don't have any boobs," she murmurs, self consciously. "I love you just the way you are," I say. "I have pictures of her on my phone," Margot says. "You can look at them later and I'll email you the ones you like." I give her a grateful glance, then turn my attention back to Lark. My own knickers are damp, well on the way to being soaked. "I'm gonna take my camisole off," I say, then lift it over my head, tossing it aside. "Do you like my tits?" "They're gorgeous," she murmurs, "so nice and small and firm. Big floppy tits look awful." I step close to her. "Would you like to touch them?" She reaches one hand out and places the palm on my right nipple which instantly becomes hard. I take her other wrist and place that hand on my other tit. She squeezes them gently causing thrills to run throughout my body. "Pinch my nipples," I say. "Kiss them. Bite them. Bite harder." "I'm hurting you." "Yes, but I like it. Bite me again. Bite the other one. Oooh, Lark, this feels awesome!" A wave of lust sweeps through me and I have a quick orgasm, not a crashing tidal wave, but a quick mini thrill, making my chest blush and setting me up for more. I lean forward. "Would you like to take my knickers down?" Without a moment's hesitation, she drops to her knees and pulls my knickers down to my ankles. I step out of them and stand proudly naked as she gazes at my body. "You're gorgeous!" she whispers, then stands. "You can take mine down." "Ask me nicely," I say. "Oh, please take my knickers down, Misty," she cries. I do nothing. "Please, please take my knickers off!" She catching on to my game. "I'm begging you, please take my knickers off! I want you to see my thingie." "Your cunt," her mum interrupts. "Call it your cunt. From now on, you can talk dirty, in fact, the dirtier the better." "So pull my knickers down and look at my cunt!" Lark demands of me. I take pity on her and kneel at her feet. Suddenly all those fantasies that I've toyed with for years come flooding into my mind and I realise that nothing will ever be as thrilling as being intimate with a preteen girl, a sweet innocent angel who is in need of kisses and caresses, knowing that she's experiencing them for the first time. My heart is pounding as I hook my fingers into the elastic at her waist and slowly roll them down, an inch at a time until her little girl's slit comes into view. Objectively, it's just a fold in her mound, but to me it's the gateway to heaven. I stare at it transfixed, my eyes big with wonder. I look up at her as she gazes down at me and as we make eye contact, something passes between us, a kind of electric spark. I put my hands on her hips and slide them round to her bum cheeks, pulling her towards me. I kiss her belly and look up again. "Kiss her cunt, Misty," Margo calls. "Kiss her sweet little quim and teach her how thrilling girl sex can be." I'm only too happy to comply. Lark obligingly parts her feet allowing me access to wonderland and I press my lips to her crack, probing gently with my tongue. I lean back and look across to Margot whose dress is now hiked up round her waist. One hand is down the front of her knickers, her fingers working busily and the other holds the camcorder, somewhat unsteadily. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" she groans, "I'm so fucking turned on!" I stand and fold Lark in my arms, looking down at her upturned face as she gazes adoringly into my eyes. I bend my head and press my lips to hers. They're so soft and warm and I feel her tongue gently probing against my own lips and I part them enough to let it slip in. That's when my second orgasm happens, bigger and longer lasting than the first. My knees are weak and I have to let her go. We fall on to the bed, gasping for air. "Can I kiss your cunt, Misty?" Her question brings me back to life. Those words uttered by any woman would light my fire, but coming from a little girl in her sweet innocent voice, they set my heart pounding. "Of course you can, my darling, you can do anything you want to me." I lie on my back, my legs spread for her and she scrambles into position, kneeling between my thighs, leaning forward, inhaling the heady aroma of my wet cunt. "You smell good," she says. "It's kinda fishy but it's exciting." Then her lips touch my labia. It's like an electric shock. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" her mother whispers. "I've dreamed about this for years, watching my darling little girl burying her face in the cunt of a beautiful lesbian! I'm gonna relive this moment every night for the rest of my life." Lark's tongue goes to work, licking my labia, then probing into me and finally using its tip to play with my swollen clit. With one hand she reaches up and caresses my left tit. The other hand is out of sight. I look over to Margot who has dropped to her knees to get a low angle view of Lark. I'm guessing the camera can see, from behind, both of the little girl's holes. "Oh, this is priceless!" she says. "How utterly delicious. Not only is my darling eating your pussy, Misty, she's masturbating. She must be enjoying herself." Lark comes up for air. "I am!" she calls, her voice filled with excitement. "I am! Your cunt is so thrilling, Misty. Look, Mum, bring the camera in close. Look at those big floppy lips and her huge clit. She's all pink inside and soaking wet." She inhales through her nose. "And this smell drives me crazy." Margot is stroking Lark's back. "Do it again, Sweetheart, lick that gorgeous cunt! Make her cum. Cum for us, Misty!" I have a better idea. "Put your fingers in me, Lark," I say. "As many as you can. Three, that's good, now four, even better. See how wet I am? I bet you could get your whole hand in there. Try it. Fold your thumb into your palm and just push. No, it won't hurt. Push harder, harder! Oh, my God!" Her hand is right inside me, up to the wrist. "Make a fist!" I gasp. "Now push in deeper. Go on, even more!" Her fist is buried in me halfway up her forearm. "Now pump in and out. Fuck me with your fist. Oh, Jesus, this is awesome! I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming! Oh, fuck this is . . ." Words fail and I just lie there and within seconds, the combination of her cunnilingus, her fisting and my exhibitionism sends me over the top and my orgasm explodes like a nuclear burst, making my whole body shudder and my toes curl. I hear someone screaming and realise it's me. I slowly come back to earth, my chest heaving. Lark sits back on her heels and Margot turns the camcorder off. "That was a wonderful performance, Lark," she says. Indeed it was. I've never cum three times in such a short space of time before. "You face is all wet, my darling. Go into the bathroom and wash it." The instant the bathroom door closes, Margot is down on her knees, her face right in my cunt, her tongue working furiously to bring me back to the height of sexual arousal I enjoyed just seconds before. There's still plenty of time paid for and she's giving good head, so I just let her enjoy herself. She seems to be quite an expert. Then the bathroom door opens and Lark stands there, her jaw dropped in astonishment. I make eye contact with her and hold a finger to my lips, indicating she should keep quiet. Margot is too preoccupied to notice that her daughter is watching. Lark's expression of incredulity slowly changes to a grin. She leans against the door jamb and folds her arms across her chest. I can see from her expression that she's getting aroused by the sight of her mum's depravity. She's not the only one who's getting aroused. I'm heading for my - is it fourth? I'm losing count - orgasm, not only from Margot's tongue, but from the excited expression on her daughter's face. "It's time I gave you an orgasm, Margot," I say and she looks up at me. Lark ducks out of sight into the bathroom. "Get up on the bed and let me eat your fucking delicious pussy. I wanna drink your cunt juice!" She stands, rips her knickers off and lies on her back, her dress up round her chest. I put my face where it belongs, between female legs (at this point, any female would do) and go to work with my tongue, fingers, nose even. Lark's head re-appears round the door. Margot's cunt is about as wet as any cunt I've ever licked, literally dripping. I eagerly lap it all up, positioning my head in a way that enables Lark to see everything. Pretty soon, Margot's grunts and groans grow louder until she's gasping and yelling humiliating obscenities. "Fuck! Oh, shit! You fucking slut! Oh my God, do that again! Lick my cunt, you dirty fucking whore!" I like this last one. Yes, right now I'm enjoying being a fucking whore, the dirtier the better. Lark's grin stretches from ear to ear. With a scream even louder than my own, Margot cums, clamping her thighs round my ears, her fingers digging into my scalp. When I finally manage to free myself, I stand and look at her, lying with her legs spread wide, cunt juice dripping down her perineum wetting the bedspread, her eyes closed, with a peaceful smile on her face. "Oh, Mum, that was awesome!" Lark breathes, stepping into the room. Margot opens her eyes, realising for the first time that her daughter has seen it all. She rolls on to her side, pulling her knees up, defensively. "Oh, my darling," she says, "I never meant for you to see me like this, actually having sex. Talking about it is okay, but I think I've gone too far." "No! No, Mum! Watching you was utterly thrilling. I love you more right now than I ever did. We won't ever have any secrets from each other.' She jumps on the bed and rolls her mum on to her back and embraces her. They kiss, long and deep as I watch. Even after all the stimulation of the past hour, I call feel my juices flowing again. I go into the bathroom to wash my face and cunt. When I come out, there they are, mother and daughter, the latter with her legs spread as wide as they'll go while her mum's pushing two fingers deep into her, occasionally flicking her clit with her tongue. "It looks like the incest taboo has been conquered," I remark. Margot lifts her head revealing her shiny wet face. "It has, Misty. You helped me get over an insurmountable barrier. Now I don't feel a bit guilty about making my daughter happy in this way." "Me, neither," says Lark. "Oh, Mum, that was so good, do it again and then let me do it to you!" ______________________ Another client satisfied. I've told Lark she can come to my apartment and visit me any times she likes. Of course there'll be no charge. I'm still available for Margot, but at the usual rate. She assures me she'll be happy to be a regular customer and leaves me an enormous tip. All in all, not a bad day's work. I love my job. The end.