Date: Tue, 29 May 2018 22:55:48 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Portland Female Sex Shop 6

Adult Youth, oral anal, F/f

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Author's Note:

Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved

Please mail to janmay6969@yahoo.com if you have
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Portland Female Sex Shop 6

By
Jan

      I did my best to find ways to visit `The Sugar
Gift Ship' and spend time at Sonja's home without
arousing my mother's suspicion.  It was inevitable
that my mother got suspicious and stopped me before
I could get away.

      "Judy are you into drugs?"

      "No, why would you ask me a question like that?"

      "You have been spending all of your free time
away from home.  I'm afraid that you are doing
something wrong.  I fear that you are getting into
drugs or having unprotected sex with some boys."

      "I can assure you that I don't use drugs or having
sex with boys."

      "Then where are you going all of the time, and
what are you doing?"

      "Mom I'm afraid that you would be upset if I
were to tell you what a I'm doing."

      "Not knowing upsets, me more!"

      "Mom, I've knew I am not like other girl a long
time ago.  All of my friends became boys crazy by the
time they were ten.  By the time they were twelve
they were having sleep overs and all they talked
about was boys and some of them bragged about boys
they had sex with.  I didn't feel comfortable taking
part in the conversations.  More often than not I
would spend the time talking to the mother hosting
the party.  It was about that time that I learned
about lesbianism from the mother of one of my
friends.  I liked it when she touched me.  She taught
me how to make love to a woman.

      I found that I was attracted to older women.  A
few months ago, I did a search on my computer for
lesbian establishments in the area.  I knew I couldn't
go to lesbian cocktail lounges, but I found a gift shop
that catered to women, so I visit the shop.  I met a
woman there that understood my curiosity and
befriended me.  The more I learned the more I
realized that I am a lesbian."

      Mother looked concerned.  "Are you sure that you
are lesbian?"

      "Yes"

      "I am concerned that you will regret it when you
are older.  Some day you may want children."

      "Mom I may very well may want children, but I
don't need to be married to a male to have children."

      "I'm not sure how you father will feel about your
choice of life style."

      "If he can't accept me for what I am, I'm willing
to leave."

      "Mom whispered, "Don't do anything rash, I will
discuss it with your father.  Do you have a
girlfriend?"

      "Yes"

      "I would like to meet her!

      "I will ask her tonight.

      Mom said, we can make the meeting any Thursday
night, your father's bowling night.

      I was nervous about disusing the matter with
Sonja.  It took me some time to get around to the
subject.  Sonja could read the expression on my face
and asked me what was bothering me.  I blurted out,
"I was forced to confess that I was in live with a
woman, and my mother wants to meet you."

      To my surprise Sonja was willing to meet my
mother.  I told her that Mother suggested we do it
on a Thursday night because that was my father's
bowling night.  So, I called Mother and told her that
we could have the meeting on Thursday.

      I invited Sonja to come to our home because I
didn't want Mother to know about `The Sugar Gift
Shop' or where Sonja lived.  It wouldn't do for
mother to find out that my girlfriend was married to
another woman.

      On Thursday Sonja arrived at our home about a
half hour after Dad had left for the bowling alley.  I
was surprised to see Sonja in a colorful dress with
hose and high heeled pumps.  I and introduced
Mother to Sonja, and Mother insisted that Sonja call
her Kaylin instead of Mrs. Whitehead.

      Mom asked Sonja if she would like something to
drink and commented that she had a fresh pot of
coffee or if she preferred there was tea or soft
drinks.

      Sonja accepted the offer of coffee and the
three of us made our way to the kitchen.  While
Sonja and I sat at the dining table while Mother set
about filling three mugs before joining us.  There was
a pause while we sweetened our coffee to taste.

      Mom told Sonja that she was not at all what she
expected.  She explained that she had expected a
college girl.  Sonja acknowledged that she understood
my mother's confusion.  She told my mother that she
had felt motherly towards me the instant that I had
walked into the shop.  She said that she knew that it
was my first time in a lesbian shop because I looked
very uncomfortable.  I just had to take her under my
wing and make her feel more at home.

      Mother was curious about Sonja and asked her
about herself.  Sonja told her about her family being
farmers from Redmond Or.  The family moved to
Portland during World War II to work in the ship
yard.  She was the third generation born in Portland.
She was a graduate of the University of Oregon with
a business degree.

      Mother was more interested about how she
became a lesbian.  Sonja understood my mother's
unspoken question.  She said that I'm sure you want
to know about how I became a lesbian.  It is not an
unusual story at all.  I was always a tall girl and
awkward, I didn't have many friends and boys shy
away from girls taller and stronger than them.  When
I entered puberty and my body changed I discovered
masturbation but wanted more.  I wasn't seduced by
anyone at all.  In fact, I actually sought out a girl on
the high school basketball team because I felt she
would understand my feelings.  She was no stranger
to being rejected by males because of her height and
I suspected that she was a lesbian.  After I
approached her she taught me everything about how
to make love to girls and women.  I am not
disappointed with my way of life.

      Mother asked her if she regretted not having a
family and children?

      Sonja smiled, family life is not imposable.  I do
have a wife, named Wilma.  We have been married to
each other for more than a decade.  If we chose to
do so we can have children or adopt children.

      Mother was shocked to hear that Sonja was
married.  What is your relationship with Judy if your
married?

      Wilma and I love Judy like an adopted daughter.

      Mother was puzzled by it all.  How can you be
married to someone and love a young girl like my
daughter?

      Sex is just one manifestation of love.  Wilma and
I see ourselves in Judy, we were just as confused
when we her age.  We were told that we were
supposed to love men and have children, but we were
not attracted to males.  We were discriminated
against for our desires.  When Judy came into our
shop I saw a timid young woman that wanted answers
to the question about her sexuality.  I was drawn to
her and felt a motherly attraction towards her.

      Mother looked at me, "Judy do you have sex with
other women?"

      I didn't want to sound like a slut, "Mom, I do
enjoy being with women, but I have to like them first
of all.

      She asked, "Why are you attracted to women old
enough to be your mother?"

      "All of the girls I know are foolish, they talk to
much about stupid things.  The women I know, are not
afraid to say what they want."

      I wanted to change the subject because I was
uncomfortable talking about sex with my mother.
Sonja indicated that she had to leave to pick up
Wilma.  Later Mother told me that she felt strangely
comfortable talking to Sonja.  She even expressed a
desire to meet Wilma.

      Mom told me that she felt a lot more comfortable
knowing the company I was keeping.  She still wasn't
sure about her feeling about me engaging in sex with
women.

      On impulse I invited Mom to come to a party at
their home and meet the women I have been
associating with.  To my surprise she accepted.

      I used my phone to call Sonja as soon as I was
sure she was home and told Sonja that my mother
wanted to come to a party.  Sonja told me to bring
her that weekend.

      Thank GAWD Dad was going fishing that weekend
with his buddy, so Mom and I were free to go to a
party on Saturday.  I directed the way as Mother
drove us to Sonja's home.  We were early, so Sonja
and I introduced her to Wilma.

      Wilma is the emotional type and hugged Mom and
kissed her on the cheek.

      Mother and I helped them prepare the house for
guests.  The guests began to arrive by twos and
threes.  They were all thrilled to meet my mother and
did their best to make her feel welcome.  Mother
even danced with all of them.  All of the women were
very flirtatious with my mother, as a result she had a
good time talking to them.  As the evening drew late
and the guests departed Mother and I stayed behind
to help clean up.

      Sonja invited us to spend the night.  To my
surprise Mom accepted.  Sonja offered the second
bedroom for us to use, but Mother countered
offered to allow me to sleep with her and she would
share the other room with Wilma.

      I'm sure that Sonja and Wilma were as shocked
as I was.  Wilma was the first to react.  She linked
her arm into Mom's arm and led her to the guest
room.  As she closed the bedroom door she gave us a
wicked smiled and winked.

      I was too stunned to move until Sonja took my
arm and led me to her bedroom.  While we were
getting undressed for bed I asked Sonja if she
thought Wilma was going to make a pass at my
mother.  Sonja smiled, "I'm sure Wilma is already
face deep in your mother's pussy."

      She pulled me into bed and started kissing me as
she massaged my tits.  While I was enjoying Sonja's
efforts I was distracted by mental pictures of my
mother naked in bed with a naked Wilma.  While
Sonja was sucking on my tits I was picturing Wilma
slobbering all over Mother's tits.  It was all I could do
to concentrate as Sonja went down on me and tongue
fucked me.  When it was my turn to suck on Sonja's
tits, pussy and even her asshole it was like I was
smelling and tasting my mother's body.  When we
exhausted ourselves and curled up in each-other's
arms to drifted off to sleep with her smell in my
nose.

      In the morning Sonja and I were the first ones
up.  We did our best to be as quiet as possible using
the bathroom, getting dressed and making our way to
the kitchen to start making breakfast.  We knew that
Wilma and my mother would be hungry, so we planned
on making omelets for four.  It was the smell of
coffee and bacon that roused the sleeping couple.

      When they joined us in the kitchen Wilma was
still naked and Mom was wearing just her slip.  I could
see the dark shadow of her areolas and her pubic
bush through the slip, so I knew that she was only
wearing the slip.

      Wilma strolled up to Sonja and me and kissed us
on the mouth.  Mother also approached me and kissed
me too.  She hadn't washed up because I could smell
Wilma's pussy odor on her face.  There was no doubt
that they had been doing last night, Mother had been
eating Wilma's pussy last night.  Then they sat down
on the other side of the table.  After we ate and
cleaned up Mother and I had to say our good buys and
head for home.  We were on the road for a good five
minutes before we spoke.

      "Mom did you enjoy last night?"

      Mom said, "I had no idea that I would feel so
comfortable with those women.   Sonia is a very nice
women and I absolutely adore Wilma."

      I chuckled, "I know I smelled her on you."

      Mom glanced at me, "I forgot about that.  I
better bath as soon as we get home!"

      As soon as we were home Mother bathed and
changed into her nightgown.  When she emerged from
her bedroom she joined me in the family room.  She
sat next to me on the couch, and I commented that
she smelled of soap and the faint odor of her
favorite perfume.  The fragrance had to be coming
from her nightgown.

      Mom put her arm around me and hugged me.
"Honey, last night talking to the women at the party I
found out that several of them were haply married,
but still had a desire to have sex with women.  Would
you be upset with me if I pursue a relationship with
Wilma?"

      "Mom, I wouldn't be upset if you do anything you
want.  Wilma and Sonja would be happy to do anything
to please you."

      We kissed each other and I opened my mouth as
Mother stuck her tongue into m mouth.  We sat there
feeling each other breasts and I slipped my hand
under her nightgown and stroked the pubic hair
covering her pussy and masturbated her almost to
orgasm.  We were interrupted by the sound Dad's car
pulling into the driveway.

      I think Daddy was the beneficiary of Mother's
horny-ness that night.

      I learned later that Mother visited Wilma while
Dad was at work and I was at school on Monday.  I
called Mom and asked her if I could stop by the
`Sugar Gift Shop' after school.  She told me to have a
good time.

      When I arrived at the shop Sonja allowed me to
wait on customers.  I was having the time of my life
flirting with the women buying sex toys, because
having my Mother's approval removed a lot of guilt.
Then a woman walked in wearing a Navy uniform.

      I studied what she looked like.  I assumed her
age to be about forty-five or so.  She removed her
hat as soon as she crossed the threshold and I saw
that her brown hair was pulled back and in a bun on
the back of her head.  She had gray eyes that didn't
miss a thing.

      I was impressed with her dress blue uniform but
was ignorant about what her rank was, but she must
have been in the service for many years.  She stood
there taking in the shop before she approached me as
I stood behind the counter.

      She scanned the contents of the counter and she
chose to select a colorful lavender latex rubber
strapless dildo when I handed it to her she molded
the shape of the thing with her hands.  She looked
me over carefully before she spoke.

      "Aren't you a bit young to be working in a place
like this?  Does your mother know where you are?"

      I smiled at her politely, "My mother knows where
I am and approves of the company I'm keeping!"

      "Do you know how this device works?"

      "Of course, I do!  I have use them before and had
them used on me!"

      "Humm, would you care to demonstrate their use
on me?"

      I turned to Sonja and asked, "May I show her?"

      "Sonja placed her hand on my arm and said, "By all
means take her into the break room and enjoy
yourself."

      I came around the counter and asked the woman
to follow me.  I led her past the changing room and
bathroom to the break room.  The woman took in the
room in one sweeping glance.

      There was the long lather couch against one wall
with end tables and a coffee table in front of it
there was two recliners facing the couch.  On another
wall was a refrigerator with a counter with a sink
next to it.  There was a Keurig coffee maker on the
counter.  The room was well light and the windows
were rectangular about six feet above the floor.  I
directed her to couch.

      "Forgive my ignorance, but I don't know what your
rank is."

      The woman smiled, "I am a Master Chief
computer specialist.  At the present I pulling
recruiting duty here in Portland.  Are you interested
in joining the Navy?"

      I chuckled, "I'm a little too young to be joining
the Navy.  I'm a freshman in high school.  Would you
like to make yourself comfortable first?  I can offer
you coffee and we have soft drinks or water."

      "Thank you!  I'm fine for now."  With that said,
she took off her jacket and folded it carefully and
draped over one of the chairs.  She loosened her tie
and sat on the couch.

      I proceeded to start taking off my school clothes
right in front of her.  When I removed my panties, I
turned around to allow her to feel my body.  She
spent a lot of time feeling my breasts before she
turned me around to feel my ass and reach between
my legs to probe my pussy.  When she turned me
around again she fingerfucked me before she buried
her face in my pubic hair and tonguefucked me.

      I suggested, "You might want to remove the rest
of your uniform before you use the dildo on me."

      She chuckled and proceeded remove her white
blouse and the black tie.  She had to stand to remove
her blue skirt.  She carefully folded everything and
drape them over the chair.  She was wearing a full
slip with its removal she was down to her bra and
panties.  I doubt if her undergarments were military
regulation.  They were white but were hip huggers.
And her bra was made of a delicate lace that allowed
me to see her large areolas and nipples.  It was
covering up breasts that were no larger than my own.
With their removal she was down to her nylons and
black pumps with modest heels.  Now it was my turn
to explore her body.

      She smelled of a mixture of perfume and
cigarette smoke.  Her breasts were small but firm.
Her nipples were mauve colored.  She didn't have a lot
of pubic hair but I doubt if she ever shaved it.  I
could tell that she did shave her legs even with nylons
on.  I had her sit down so that I could lay across her
lap on my back so that I could suckle her nipples,
while she stroked my hair.

      I eventually slipped off the couch to kneel
between her long legs and press my face in her
crotch.  I sucked her pussy until she announced, "I'm
cumming baby!"  She occupied herself kissing me as
she calmed down.

      Now it was her turn to make use the dildo.  I
picked up a foil packet from a bowl on the coffee
table and handed it to the Chief.  She ripped open
the packet with her teeth and squeezed the liquid
onto her fingers.  She proceeded to apply the liquid
to both ends of the dildo and inserted the bulbus
hooked end into her own vagina.  The lavender seven-
inch penial replica stuck out in front of her body like
a male with a boner.

      While I lay on the couch with my back against the
back of the couch with my legs spread invitingly, the
Chief used her greasy fingers to lubricate my vagina.
When she was satisfied that I was lubricated enough
she guided the dildo to my pussy lips and thrusted
her hips forward driving the dildo deep into my
vagina.  She proceeded to fuck me like a she was
never going to get a chance to fuck anyone again.  It
wasn't long before she was dripping sweat from her
body all over me as she fucked me.  Sweat was even
dripping from her face onto my face.

      The best thing about a strapless dildo is that she
was being stimulated as much as I was.  By the time I
reached an orgasm I was so involved in my own
feelings I hardly noticed that the woman was also
enjoying an orgasm too.

      When it was over I offered to let her use the
shower to clean up.  She was satisfied with using a
towel to dry off before getting dressed.  I did the
same.  When we were dressed we returned to the
front of the store and I rang up the sale of the dildo.

      Before the Chief left the shop, I invited her to
give me a call anytime she liked and handed her a
business card with my cell phone number.

      Sonja suggested, "Honey, you better go wash your
face because your face is covered with her cum.  I
made a quick trip to the bathroom to wash my face.  I
was pleased with myself.

      I was to enjoy many adventures with customers.
Some were with hard core dykes and others were
with sweet little old ladies that had never dreamed
that a shop like ours existed until they walked in.

      One afternoon when I entered the shop Sonja
and Roberta insisted that I get dressed up in a
complete dominatrix costume.  They gathered up the
items and had me go into the bathroom and take off
all of my clothes and get dressed up in the following
order: black lace thong panties that were almost
transparent, a black leather corset that pushed up
my tits, black fine fishnet nylons that I attached to
the corset with garter straps, the last thing was to
struggle pulling up black riding boots with six-inch
stiletto heels.  I brushed out my hair and put on long
dangling ear rings made of silver.

      When I emerged from the bathroom Sonja
tightened up the corset by putting her knee against
my lower back and pulling on the laces until my waist
was no more than twenty inches around.

      They had me wait on customers.  At first, I was
nervous but I got so many compliments that I was
soon allowing women to feel my ass, crotch and tits all
they wanted.  A few of them offered to be my slave.
Just when I was getting used to the attention a
woman that was truly impressive entered the shop.
As she strode into the shop all eyes turned towards
her.  This was the kind of woman that commands
respect and was used to getting it.

      The woman was tall even without three-inch heels.
She sported shiny raven black hair that cascaded
down her back, and coal black eyes.  Her face was the
kind that turned heads.  She was wearing a black long
rain coat that covered her body down to her calves.  I
saw that she was wearing dark nylons with obviously
very expensive handmade pumps.  I was just as
enthralled by the woman as everyone else.

      When she approached the counter, she looked me
over very carefully.  I felt like she was undressing me
with her eyes.  She gave me a sweet smile and
proceeded to give me a list of things she wanted.
She wanted lubricant packets, handwipes by the
boxes, a dozen electrical personal vibrators and a
dozen battery powered dildos.

      I looked at Sonja and she told me to come with
her to the back room and gather up her order.  While
we were in the back room filling boxes with the
woman's order, Sonja told me that the woman was a
madam that operated a brothel for wealthy women.
Her customers would be too embarrassed to come
into a shop like this to buy sex toys, so she sells them
to her customers at an oscine markup.

      When we carried the boxes to the front the
woman wrote check for everything after I rang it up
and gave her the sales slip.  I also helped carry the
boxes to her limousine.

      The woman asked me, "Would you be interested in
coming to work for me?"

      I looked up at her eyes and asked, "What are you
talking about?"

      "I have a select clientele of wealthy women that
frequent my establishment that would be thrilled to
have a date with a young girl like you.  I would require
that you dress up like a private school girl."

     "I'm not sure that I would be interested doing a
thing like that."

      She handed me a business card and told me to call
the number if I was interested.  I stood there as the
limo pulled away.  When I went back into the shop I
asked Sonja about the woman and told her about the
proposition she had offered me.

      Sonja told me that the woman had a stable of
young women and girls that service older wealthy
women.  She does pay well and from what I
understand she has connections, and her girls are
safe from physical abuse.

      I asked her if I should call her or not.  Sonja
smiled and told me that it was up to me.  I thought
about it for a few days before I decided to call the
number.  The minute she answered the phone I
recognized the voice.  I identified who I was and she
remembered me right away.  We talked about what to
expect and she told me that her chauffer would pick
me up after school.  She told me to approach her
drive and simply tell her your name.

      The next day I was excited about what I was
about to do.  It felt like the last bell would never
ring.  When It did ring I made my way to the parking
lot where parents picked up their children.

      I recognized the black Mercedes-Benz limousine
and there was a smart looking woman standing by the
passenger side of the car.  She was wearing a gray
chauffeur's uniform consisting: garrison cap, a
double-breasted jacket and black riding boots.  As I
approached I noticed that she was smoking a
cigarette and hiding it in her hand.  As I approached
her she dropped the cigarette behind herself and
stepped on it with her heel.

      "I'm Judy"

      "Welcome Miss" and she opened the passenger
door for me and as soon as I was in the car she
rounded the car and got behind the wheel and
started the car before buckling the seatbelt.  As she
pulled away from the curb she looked at me in the
rear-view mirror and asked, "Please don't tell Madam
that you saw me smoking?  She doesn't approve of us
smoking."

      I assured her I wouldn't say anything.

      When we arrived at the gated property it had a
long driveway up a hill to a building that looked like
something out of Hollywood movie depicting a
Tuscany Villa.  She pulled up in front of the covered
entrance and jumped out to come around to open my
door.  She got back in the limo to drive it away; as
the door opened I dark haired young woman dressed
in a cliché French maids uniform greeted me.

      She told me to follow me Miss, and led me
through house to and office, where the woman was
sitting behind a massive desk.  She welcomed me to
her establishment.  And came around to greet me
with a hug.  She introduced me to her other women.
They were all well dressed and there were a variety
of ethnics represented.  Asian, Hispanic and black as
well as a verity of Caucasian types.  Then she took me
to a room that was for me.  It was decorated like the
room of a young teenage girl including a lot of dolls
and stuffed animals.  She showed me a closet with
clothes she wanted me to wear.

      I stripped off all of my clothes and put on each
item she handed me.  First were tight fitting girl's
panties that had little strawberries printed on them.
Then she handed me a bra that had B-cups, that my C
sized breasts spilled over.  Then she handed me knee
high white socks and black penny loafers.  The last
two items were a Navy blue pleated skirt and a white
jumper with a blue Navy bib collar with three white
strips and matching cuffs.  She had me add a black
neckerchief that was rolled and I put the ends
through a white loop at the neckline.  She took some
strands of my hair on each temple and pulled the
around and curved then under my chin.  The rest of
my dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail.  She
spired my hair to insure no hair was out of place.  As
a final touch she applied a hint of pink lipstick.

      She explained that she was going to bring in a
very special customer.  She said that the woman came
from a very wealthy family.  She added that Ms.
Brooks would tell me what she wanted.  With that she
left me in the room.  I felt strange sitting on the
dressing chair dressed up like an old-fashioned school
girl.

      Some minutes later she returned with a nice
looking blonde about fifty-years-old.  Her hair was
bleached blonde and heavily lacquered.  She was
obviously a pampered woman.  Her clothes and jewelry
cried money.

      After the introductions the Madam closed the
door as she left.  The woman sat on the bed and
asked me to join her.  When I joined her, she placed
a perfumed arm around my waist and drew me close.
She started talking to me in a soft voice, while she
stroked my arm and eventually circled my breasts.

      She started telling me her story.  She told me
that her family sent her off to Carguefou, Western
France to a Catholic boarding school when she was
very young.  She was delivered there by her nanny
and was given a uniform very much like the one I was
wearing.  I felt abandoned when her nanny left her in
the hands of French speaking nuns in black habits
with white starched cowls under the black cloth pined
to the cowl.  I couldn't understand their language and
they frightened me.

      I was crying myself to sleep every night and the
other nineteen girls were mad at me for disturbing
their sleep.  The nun in charge of our dorm took me
into her bedroom within the dorm.  She comforted
me and had me sleep with her.  She would remove her
cowl and her habit.  I saw her short hair and it was
matted to her head.  She would come to bed wearing
a white undergarment that simply was tied with
strings attached to the neck.

      During the day she was teaching me French.
When I learned enough French to understand what
she was telling me she befriended me.  At night while
we were in her room she would untie the neck of the
garment she was wearing and pull her breasts out and
put the nipple in my mouth.  I would fall asleep
sucking on her tit.

      She told me she could make me feel good and she
would pull up my nightgown and rub my crotch.  It did
feel good.  Eventually she wanted me to make her feel
good and she started coming to bed naked.  She
didn't hide any part of her body.  She had hairy arm,
underarms, legs and crotch.  She would cuddle me in
her arms and wrap her legs around me.  She
encouraged me to play with her pussy while sucking on
her tits.  When I was comfortable sleeping with her
like that she had me come to bed naked too.  She
professed her love for me and to prove her love she
not only kissed me she went down on me and sucked
my pussy.  I learned to love that quickly.  She asked
me to show her how much I loved her, and I
eventually started sucking her pussy until she would
have orgasms.

      By the second year a new group of young girls
were assigned to her dorm and my group was moved
to the next floor.  The next nun was much like the
first one.  Each of us girls took turns sleeping with
this nun.  I also became attached to the nun's
teaching our classes.  I was sleeping with other nun's
almost every night.  By the time I was a senior
classman I was taking sweet young girls to bed with
me and teaching them how to please women.

      While she was telling me her story she was
removing my clothes and pulling me over to sit on her
lap.  She was molding my tits with one hand and using
the other hand to finger fuck me.

      I helped her out of her dress and pulled her
breasts out of her bra, then I bent over to suckle
her nipples.

     When we got her completely undressed I
discovered that unlike the nun she told me about she
was shave clean of any bodily hair.  I had her lay back
on the bed and I crouched between her legs and
started licking her pussy.  As I lapped at her pussy I
discovered that she had a substantial stiff ridge
ending in a hooded clitoris that when I pulled back
the labia minora the clitoris actually looked like the
head of a little penis without the urethra opening.
(The urethra was located in the vagina like any
female).  I was able to suck on her clit like it was a
little penis.  The woman was singing my praises until
she had and orgasm.  When our date was over she
talked to the madam about me visiting her home.

      The madam was very pleased with my
performance, I told Sonja all about the woman and
her story while making love to her.  I had no desire to
become a whore but it was exciting to date rich
women now and then.  I continued working at the shop
and servicing customers.  If the madam had a special
customer she would call me though.  I wanted to learn
more about my sexuality,



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