3 comments/ 36014 views/ 4 favorites A Very Discreet Whore Ch. 01 By: LC10 Readers' note: this is the third novella in a series concerning the varied life and adventures of Beverley. The previous two novellas were The Perfect Whore and Tales of a Suburban Sex Goddess. The present novella follows on directly from Tales of a Suburban Sex Goddess and many of the same characters occur in the new story. A Very Discrete Whore Chapter I Mistress Beverley returned from Spain determined to keep a low profile after her truly outrageous sexual behaviour abroad. In Spain she had felt liberated and reborn and with her husband Graham's active connivance had abandoned all her inhibitions. When she recalled how she had allowed, indeed encouraged, a total stranger to participate in all manner of disgusting depraved sexual activities with her, she felt ashamed. But underneath the shame was the realisation that she had thoroughly enjoyed it all; Beverley had uncovered an aspect of her character of which she was previously unaware. During the course of a few short months she had changed from being a very respectable suburban housewife into a thoroughly liberated woman. By mutual agreement she and her husband had agreed to a period of separation so that they could both reassess their lives. Back at work at the local Public Library Beverley told her friend and colleague Dorothy of her decision to separate from Graham. When Dorothy realised that Beverley had nowhere to stay she offered her temporary accommodation at her home. Dorothy was aware of Beverley's sexual liaisons with her sister's husband Gerald. However, she was not sure if Beverley knew that Graham had fucked her at the summer barbecue and decided it would be wise not to mention it. After a few weeks back at work in the routine of the library the memories of her holiday indiscretions began to fade. She made no attempt to contact Sylvia and Gerald and lived a very respectable almost monastic life. Working quietly at her desk in the library one day she suddenly heard a familiar voice. 'Hello Beverley, you look very nice today. Did you enjoy your holiday?' It was Brian Williams one of her devoted admirers among the library clientele. He owned a florist and a garden equipment shop in the town center and sometimes presented Beverley with a pot plant or small bouquet. Beverley smiled and exchanged pleasantries with him. From time to time he had invited her to have a drink with him but she had always had a ready excuse, citing domestic commitments. 'Dorothy tells me that there have been some changes in your life recently.' Beverley cursed Dorothy under her breath and wondered exactly what she had said to Brian. 'Nothing of any importance,' Beverley said, trying to close down the subject. 'Well if I can ever be of any assistance do let me know.' He paused clearly wondering how to go on. Beverley indicated that she had to get on with her work. 'Well I must go.' He paused again. 'By the way, I like your stockings; black is my favourite colour. Goodbye.' As soon as he had gone, Beverley got up from her desk and marched into Dorothy's office. She was furious. 'What have you been saying about me to Brian?' she demanded angrily 'I only mentioned that you might be in need of some temporary accommodation. You know he's got a flat in the town centre which is mostly unoccupied.' 'You know perfectly well I couldn't possible afford the rent on a flat like that.' 'There is more than one way of paying the rent,' Dorothy replied archly. 'You know he's got the hots for you.' 'He's nearly seventy,' Beverley exclaimed with exasperation. 'All the better,' Dorothy replied. 'He probably can't get it up more than once a fortnight and it would all be over in thirty seconds.' 'Dorothy, stop it,' Beverley replied firmly. **** A couple of weeks went by and Beverley realised she couldn't continue to impose on Dorothy's good will indefinitely. She thought again about Brian. He was a charming rather handsome man in his late sixties and a widower who lived in a large residence in the country. The next time he came in the library she made herself more agreeable and arranged to meet him for a drink after work. Brian was already sitting in the bar when she entered. As he helped her out of her coat she ensured that he had a good view of her décolletage and short cocktail dress. She sat down next to him in and crossed her legs and showed quite a lot of her thighs. 'I see your wearing my favourite coloured stockings,' Brian said with a smile. 'I assume they are stockings?' Beverley inched her dress up so that he could see her stocking tops and suspenders. 'Absolutely delicious,' he murmured. 'Now what would you like to drink to make you loose all your inhibitions?' 'I lost all my inhibitions some time ago,' she said calmly, 'a glass of white wine would be fine.' Brian placed a tentative hand on her thigh. 'Absolutely delightful; you really have a beautiful body.' 'How do you know,' Beverley responded with a smile, 'you've never seen it.' Brian slid his hand up beyond her stocking top and gently brushed his fingers against her crotch. 'Mr. Williams you really shouldn't try and finger my cunt in a public bar,' Beverley said casually, 'particularly when the waiter is coming over to take my order.' Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand. They sat in silence until the waiter brought Beverley's drink. She took a sip from her glass and looked at him speculatively. 'If you really want to finger me, perhaps we should go somewhere more private.' Brian was rather startled by her brazenness. 'I already told you I have absolutely no inhibitions,' she said by way of explanation. Finally Brian found his voice. 'I understand you have accommodation problems, would you like to come and see my flat?' 'Of course,' she replied. **** Later that evening Beverley found herself standing with Brian in the spacious sitting room of his luxury flat; it was so luxurious it took her breath away. After offering her a drink he sat and looked questioningly at her. 'Well, what do you think? You're welcome to stay here as long as you want to. I don't use the flat much these days.' He paused, 'I would like to come and see you occasionally if that is acceptable to you.' There was a brief silence. 'Yes I'd love to stay here,' Beverley hesitated a moment. 'Perhaps you'd like to see me now?' 'Yes that would be very nice, I always enjoy an aperitif before the main course and it really sharpens the appetite.' 'How would you like me to do this? I can go into the bedroom and undress and come back naked or you can watch me undress in here.' Brian smiled and considered for a moment. 'I think I'd rather like to watch you undress but do it very slowly, I've been mentally undressing you for years.' Standing a few feet in front of Brian, Beverley unfastened the back of her skimpy black cocktail dress, eased it off her shoulders and allowed it slide gently down to the floor. She paraded slowly round the room in the manner of a striptease dancer making sure that her stocking tops and suspenders were on display. Beverley crossed her arms and gently pulled her flimsy black tailored chemise up over her head and threw it aside. She walked slowly towards Brian and sat on his lap. 'Would you like to take my bra off she said coquettishly? Brian reached round with his hands and unclipped the front fastening garment before clasping her breast with his hands. 'Beautiful, magnificent,' he murmured. Beverley got off Brian's lap, and with her back to him slid her skimpy knickers to the ground. Slowly and with legs slightly parted she turned round to face him. 'As you can see I like to keep my cunt closely shaved. I hope you approve?' Once again Beverley sat down on Brian's lap and let him fondle her breasts and gently probe her cunt with his fingers.' 'Brian,' she whispered in his ear, I want you to know that I can be a very naughty girl and you can do absolutely anything you like with me.' **** In fact Brian made very few demands of his mistress. Once a week, usually on a Friday, he would take her out to dinner after which they would return to the flat together. He liked to take a shower with her before lying down alongside her on the bed and fondling her while looking at their reflection in an overhead mirror. Only rarely did he fuck her and he was usually satisfied by letting her toss him off. Sometimes he liked to watch her masturbating with a dildo. Brian obtained most of his sexual pleasure from voyeurism and he asked Beverley if she could arrange to make love to another woman so that he could watch. Naturally Dorothy wanted to know all the details of Beverley's liaison with Brian and when she heard about Brian's voyeuristic proclivities she suggested Beverley should renew her relationship with Dorothy's very precocious niece Linda. They could put on a real performance for Brian Somehow Dorothy knew about Beverley's mild sexual fling with Linda at the barbecue last summer and their subsequent night of passion together and realised there was clearly a very strong feeling of mutual attraction between them. Beverley felt reluctant to get in touch with Linda and her family and suggested instead that she and Dorothy should put on a display. Brian already knew Dorothy and would no doubt enjoy seeing her naked. After some hesitation; Dorothy agreed to take part. In order to put on a good show they had a practice session one evening at the flat. Beverley had equipped herself with a strap on harness with a selection of anal and vaginal dildos. 'Oh my God!' Dorothy exclaimed when she first saw them, 'whose going to do the fucking you or me?' 'I think we'll take it in turns,' Beverley said. The two girls stripped naked still giggling with embarrassment. 'There must be no laughing when we do it for Brian just lots of ecstatic orgasmic screams,' Beverley said. 'He is paying for this and he deserves a good show. Let's start with a bit of kissing and fondling to get in the mood.' The two girls lay down together on the bed; within in a short while the embarrassment disappeared as they began to savour the pleasures of fingering each other. Naturally they knew exactly how to stimulate each other. In a few minutes both of them were wide open and juicy; and their conversation grew steadily more obscene. Dorothy lay on her back with her legs wide open and watched as Beverley probed her wide open cunt with all the fingers of one hand. 'I think you're ready for fucking now you brazen slut,' Beverley suggested. She stood up and strapped on the harness. 'Which dildo would you like me to use, the seven inch one or the nine inch one.' 'Do any men really have nine inch cocks?' she said doubtfully. I'll settle for the smaller one. 'Oh yes, I met a man with a nine inch cock while I was in Spain,' Beverley said. 'His name was Marty.' 'Did he fuck you?' Dorothy asked. Beverley nodded. 'How did it feel; did he get it all in?' 'I suppose he must have done, it felt fine. After all, if our insides are big enough to pass a baby a nine inch cock should be easy. I was very sexually aroused so obviously that helped. Mind you, he also stuck it up my bum and I was sore for days. So take my advice; never let a man with a nine inch cock fuck your bum.' 'I'm not sure that I want a cock up my bum at all,' Dorothy said 'You've just reminded me; Marty took a lot of photos and promised to email them to me. I'll have to remind him. If he sends one of his nine inch cock I'll show it to you.' Beverley lay on top of Dorothy and carefully slid the dildo deep into her cunt and began to fuck her. Both girls fell silent apart from Dorothy's gentle sighs of pleasure. Beverley continued to fuck her as Dorothy began to gasp and sigh finally erupting in a scream of orgasmic pleasure. 'Oh my God, Beverley, it's better than being fucked by a man. I could really get to like this.' 'Yes and it doesn't go soft before you're ready to come,' Beverley added. When Dorothy had recovered they changed places; Dorothy proved equally adept with the dildo. Afterwards they lay close together in contented silence and eventually fell asleep in each others arms. The rehearsal had been a success. **** On the night arranged for the Sapphic exhibition Brian took the two girls out to dinner. He was delighted about Dorothy's involvement; he had known her for a long time and felt safe in her company. They sat in a secluded corner of the restaurant; one girl on either side of Brian. They were both dressed very seductively and under the cover of the table cloth Brian occasionally let his hands roam up underneath their rather short skirts until he found their stocking tops. He was most insistent that the girls should wear stockings and suspenders. Any casual observer would have assumed he was a father out with his two daughters. As the dinner continued and the wine flowed Brian started to explain how he wanted them to proceed. They were to go on ahead of him and go straight into the bedroom. The bedroom was to be brightly lit whereas the rest of the flat was to be in complete darkness. They should undress except for stockings suspenders and high heeled shoes; he was most insistent on this. The bedroom door was to be left open. He intended to return to the flat fifteen minutes later and watch them making love from the darkened hallway. **** Back at the flat Beverley and Dorothy prepared themselves for the sex show exactly as instructed. They lay together on the bed gently feeling each others breasts and genitals and exchanging teasing kisses. Prompted by the sound of Brian entering the flat they became more animated with their foreplay. Dorothy lay on the bed with her legs wide open and strategically facing towards the bedroom door. Beverley buried her face in Dorothy's engorged cunt and began to caress it with her tongue very soon Dorothy reached climax and signaled her satisfaction with obscenities and wild screams. Now roles were reversed; Dorothy strapped on the harness and selected the nine inch dildo. 'You told me you'd been fucked by a man with a nine inch cock; can you take a nine inch dildo?' 'Take it steadily,' Beverley cautioned, 'and stop if I tell you to.' Dorothy eased the massive priapic instrument into Beverley's gaping orifice. When it was three quarters of the way in Beverley called a halt. Dorothy began to fuck her, slowly at first but with rising tempo as Beverley thrashed about in a frenzy of orgiastic pleasure and soon came screaming and shouting to an ecstatic climax. 'That was very stimulating, thanks very much both of you,' said Brian entering the room. He was naked and had a strong erection. 'Now which one of you girls is going to do something about my stiffy?' Beverley had an idea. In a frank moment Graham had told her how much he had enjoyed it when Linda had thrust a dildo up his bum while simultaneously wanking him off. 'Would you like to try something special, Brian?' she enquired. 'So long as it gives me sexual pleasure,' he replied. Beverley removed the nine inch phallus from Dorothy's harness and replaced it with an anal dildo and instructed her to gently insert it into Brian's anus. Brian gasped as it began to enter and his cock stiffened noticeably. Beverley knelt down in front of him and began to caress his swollen cock. After less than a minute of manual manipulation fierce jets of semen erupted all over her face as Brian cried out in utter ecstasy. 'My God Beverley, where did you learn that delicious trick?' Brian asked appreciatively. 'I haven't 'come' that well in a very long time.' 'I think she worked in a brothel in Tangier in a former life,' Dorothy said laughing, as she handed Beverley a tissue to mop her face. **** Some time later after Brian had left, the two girls sat in their dressing gowns drinking coffee. 'You look very thoughtful,' Dorothy said. 'Well, I've just made a decision; I'm going to become a prostitute, I've still got my looks and a good figure; in a few years I can earn myself a substantial pension.' 'What about Brian?' Dorothy asked. 'I don't think he'll mind; you've seen what a voyeur he is; I think he'd rather watch other men fucking me rather than doing it himself' 'Are you sure Beverley? You'll need to be very discrete; this is a small town we live in.' 'Oh I'll be very discrete Dorothy; a very discrete and expensive whore.' To be continued 2850 words A Very Discreet Whore Ch. 02 Chapter II Testing the Market Beverley's decision to become a prostitute had been easily made. But how was she to put it into practice? There were no formal night school classes she could attend, with the possible exception pole dancing and belly dancing and there was no question of her standing in a doorway dressed like a tart and inviting men to have her up against a wall for ten minutes. She intended to be a very discreet and expensive whore; if someone wanted to pay her a lot of money to behave like a backstreet tart that was another matter. It was not the sex that was the problem; Beverley was well versed in the things that men like to do with women and was quite happy to rely on her natural instincts. Quite simply she needed a business plan. She needed to advertise her services, establish a scale of charges and acquire a list of satisfied customers in every sense of the word. She looked at the small ads in the local newspaper and consulted the on-line personal services websites. When she spoke to Graham about it, he confessed that he had once paid a young London University student £250 to let him take nude photographs of her and to have sex with her. After Beverley had got over her mild indignation, he told her he had written a short account of what happened. He offered to send it to her with some photographs. **** Graham's story of his encounter with an amateur prostitute One time when you were away on holiday with your sister; I got in touch with Laura, a nineteen year old London University student looking to supplement her meager student grant by glamour and nude modeling. After an exchange of emails she sent me some photograph and told me that she charged £60 an hour plus travelling expenses. The photographs showed a very attracted dark haired girl of medium height posing provocatively in scanty lingerie which revealed that she had a very sexy body and magnificent breasts. After several further exchanges of emails, I sent her a cheque for £100 as a deposit plus travelling expenses and arranged to pick her up at the railway station later that week. She arrived wearing a short red skirt revealing shapely legs and thighs and a white buttoned up blouse covered by a black casual jacket. So that there would be no misunderstanding I immediately told her that I was not a professional photographer. Laura was quite unconcerned apparently none of her customers were professionals. She told me that lots of students were marginally involved in the sex industry: modeling, pole dancing and striptease, massage parlours, escort agencies even a bit of prostitution. It was considered a much better option than waiting on tables at MacDonald's on Saturday night when the pubs turn out and it paid a lot more too. She concluded by saying she was quite flexible about what she was prepared to do. I took this to be a coded message that she was available for sex. Once we were back at home I offered her a cup of coffee and then we set to work She opened her case and spilled out her lingerie onto the couch and invited me to choose what she should wear. I selected a white basque, white stockings, white bikini knickers and black four inch stilettos from her wardrobe. She began to undress as I left to fetch my camera. By the time I returned she was almost ready and asked me to fasten the clips on her basque. She looked delectable. Her dark black hair and vivid red lipstick perfectly complemented her white lingerie. I quickly obtained numerous shots of her standing sitting and lying on our large stone fireplace. For the next set of photos I chose a black half cup bra with matching mini briefs and black stockings and suspenders. Then, throwing caution to the wind, I told her to forget about the knickers and bra. Soon she was standing in front of me virtually naked. Her beautiful breasts jutted out firmly without the restraint of her bra; she had beautiful hips a shaven pubis and long elegant shapely legs. God how I wanted to fuck her! I began photographing her again as she struck various poses. Without waiting to be asked she spread her legs wide to display her vagina for me; using her fingers to ensure it was wide open. She must have been aware of my erection bulging beneath my clothes. Now I suggested we go up to the bedroom where I took a further series of provocative photographs of her lying and kneeling on the bed. Finally I asked her to take off her stockings and suspenders and photographed her nude. Afterwards we went out into the garden. She posed on the lawn, sitting on the patio and in amongst the shrubbery. I noticed that an hour had already passed and agreed to pay her for a further hour. We took a short break. Back in the house she slipped on her flimsy dressing gown and accepted a glass of wine from me and asked what we would be doing for the next hour. Without any prompting from me she coolly asked me if I wanted to fuck her. When I said yes, she said it would cost me a further £80. We returned to the bedroom. Laura lay naked on the bed and watched me undress. At my request she straddled me and began to fuck me while I played with her tits. Her cunt was tight and juicy. I managed to last just over five minutes before having a very pleasurable orgasm; afterwards we lay together resting, side by side on the bed. She began to play with my cock which quickly stirred into life. Soon I was fully erect again. She told me to stand up and then knelt down in front of me and began to suck my cock. Her mouth felt warm and inviting as she took four inches of my erection into her mouth. A tense erotic silence ensued as she busily sucked my cock. Five minutes later I ejaculated in her mouth. Afterwards Laura asked if I wanted to fuck her again before she took a shower. I told her I needed ten minute or so to recharge my libido. We returned naked to the kitchen for more wine and Laura offered me a blue pill from her handbag. She leaned casually against the breakfast bar and watched as my cock grew to a full state of arousal again. I asked her to bend forward over the breakfast bar and I entered her from the rear and began to fuck her. I was more under control now and fucked her steadily for more than ten minutes. As I ejaculated she cried out with pleasure and I felt her orgasmic spasms gripping my cock. I was pleased that I had finally managed to give her some sexual satisfaction. **** Beverley soon realised that her mild annoyance at Graham's secret liaison with a young woman was misplaced. Their lives had moved on significantly. At least now she had some idea of the market rate for sexual services albeit several years ago. She was also interested in the idea of advertising her services as a photographic model as a prelude to sex. The next day Beverley determined to conduct some live market research. Through an item on the business pages of a newspaper she had discovered that a business conference was taking place at a large hotel in a town about twenty-five miles away. That evening dressed in a smart business suit and armed with a briefcase she drove to the hotel and sat alone at a table in the bar, apparently studying her papers and sipping a drink. After about twenty minutes a waiter came over to her table with a fresh drink and told her that it was with the compliments of two gentlemen sitting at the bar. After acknowledging their presence with a smile she sat sipping her drink and staring into space. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that the two men were approaching her table. 'You look rather lonely here, may we join you?' one of them asked. Beverley nodded her assent. They introduced themselves as Bill and Eric. For no particular reason, except that it was her sister's name, Beverley informed them her name was Susan. She crossed her legs taking care to show plenty of thighs and observed them eyeing her up. They still weren't quite sure if she was a prostitute. 'We were wondering if you would like to join us for a private drink upstairs in the bedroom,' Eric said tentatively. 'And why would I want to do that?' Beverley asked coolly. An expression of relief spread across her two companions' faces; she hadn't reacted with outrage. Now they were fairly certain she was a prostitute. 'Isn't that the sort of thing woman like you do?' Bill chipped in. 'Possibly,' Beverley replied but I'm a very expensive whore.' 'How much do you charge?' Eric asked. 'That rather depends what you want me to do,' Beverley responded evasively. 'Well most girls charge about £200,' Eric countered. 'I take it you mean £200 each,' Beverley replied, relieved that real money was finally being discussed. She decided to make a speculative play. 'I'll come upstairs with you both for two hours for £600,' she replied, 'but no rough stuff, no buggery and no photography. I don't want photographs of you two fucking me all over the internet.' Beverley was amazed when her two companions agreed; she had been prepared to be beaten down to £450. As the two men stood up she remained seated. 'Cash in advance, please.' After a token show of resistance the two men went off to find a cash machine. While they were away Beverley went into reception and asked for a large manila envelope and purchased a book of stamps. She addressed the envelope to herself at Brian's flat. Soon Bill and Eric returned with three slim packs of notes. After discreetly checking that each pack contained ten £20 notes she stuffed them into the envelope and sealed it. Finally she followed them out of the room, pausing only to post her letter at reception. Beverley studied her companions as they rode up in the lift to the fourth floor. They were conventional middle rank managers attending a boring irrelevant conference and eager to take the opportunity to have some fun while away from home. Beverley glanced at her watch as they stood aside to let her enter the bedroom; it was eight-o-clock. She was mildly amused at the pretence of decorum that their politeness implied; in ten minutes she expected to be lying on her back with her legs wide open. It was a large five star double bedroom with an adjacent well appointed bathroom; perhaps she was wrong about their status; this was senior management accommodation. No wonder they hadn't argued about her £600 fee; it would probably be going on their expenses. Beverley excused herself and retired to the bathroom. She undressed and took a shower. Afterwards she groomed herself carefully before putting on the expensive exotic underwear that she had brought with her. Back in the bedroom the two men had begun to undress and the appearance of Beverley in her lingerie accelerated the process. Once the men were naked Beverley was struck by their powerful athletic appearance. Either one of them would have been able to totally overpower her if he wanted to. For the first time she felt a frisson of fear mingled with sexual excitement. She was sure she would enjoy being fucked by them; but there was no escaping the fact that she was alone in a bedroom with two rampant naked men who were complete strangers. Beverley unclipped her bra and through it aside and then removed her miniscule knickers. 'I assume you guys want me to keep my stockings and suspenders on? Most men seem to prefer it that way.' She looked at them expectantly. 'Well guys, I'm all yours for the next two hours. You can do pretty well anything you like with me. I'll suck you off or you can come on my face or use my tits to masturbate with or anything else that takes your fancy.' While the businessmen pondered this cornucopia of sexual delights, Beverley knelt down in front of Eric and took his cock in her mouth. She reflected that a few months ago she didn't even like to suck her husband's cock, never mind a complete stranger's. Eric moaned and writhed with the exquisite pleasure of Beverley's oral caresses and it wasn't long before he filled her mouth with his warm semen. She opened her mouth to show him, before swallowing the sticky white emulsion. Remaining on her knees, the edged towards Bill and gave him the same delicious stimulation. As he came to frenzied climax he withdrew his cock from her mouth and sprayed his ejaculation all over her face from a distance of no more than two inches. 'You really are a very very good whore,' Bill said appreciatively as he watched his semen oozing down her face and dripping off her chin. 'How long have you been doing this?' 'That's a trade secret,' Beverley replied unwilling to tell them that they were her first paying customers. After a brief visit to the bathroom to wash her face Beverley lay propped up on the bed and waited for her companions' lust to stir back to life. To provide some additional stimulation for them she drew up her knees and spread her legs apart so that they could see the clear state of arousal of her completely bare cunt. Once again Eric took the lead. As he approached the bed Beverley reflected on how aesthetically pleasing the appearance of a fully erect naked male was. Until comparatively recently the only cock with which she had been intimately acquainted was her husband's. She used to take pleasure in handling his beautiful prick which she had assumed was much the same shape for every man. But in recent months she had discovered that, rather like women's tits, cocks came in all shapes and sizes. Eric's seemed to be about eight inches long, circumcised and of a very pleasing shape with a straight shaft with a well defined cap which would rub pleasingly against her clitoris. As Eric inserted his cock into her cunt and began to fuck her she remembered that he was paying her and that her sexual needs were secondary. She sighed and moaned and writhed and uttered the occasional obscenity to encourage him into thinking that he was giving her a very good time. Inevitably he came without her having an orgasm. Bill wanted to have her standing up against the door. He had a theory that women had evolved with long legs specifically so that they could have sexual intercourse in the standing position. His cock did seem to fit conveniently into her cunt but Beverley suspected he was having a fantasy about fucking a tart up against a wall in a backstreet. Who was she to spoil his fantasy? During the next two hours her two companions made full use of her body although she was unable to remember exactly how many times each of them had 'come' in or on her body. While Beverley hadn't had an orgasm herself she had quite enjoyed servicing her clients. When she finally retired to the bathroom to shower and dress she felt rather like a marathon runner at the end of a race; very pleasantly tired and utterly relaxed. The two men had been very pleased with her performance and indicated that they would like to contact her again when they had a special client they were anxious to please. She felt quite virtuous about the prospect of boosting the export market and the country's GDP; fornicating for Britain no less! Beverley was home well before midnight and spent a pleasant half hour soaking in the bath and making mental calculations about how much she would be able to earn through a life of sin. Prudently she hadn't yet given in her notice at the library although they were aware that she was considering doing so. To be continued. A Very Discreet Whore Ch. 03 Chapter III Painted Whores Beverley didn't yet feel confident enough to hand in her notice at the library; she wanted to be certain that she could earn enough money selling her body as a prostitute on a regular basis. Dorothy had been fascinated and impressed by her encounter with the businessmen at a hotel and wanted to know all the details. But what interested Dorothy more than anything else was Beverley's holiday liaison with the magnificently endowed Marty. Finally, after much prompting from Dorothy, Beverley emailed Marty to remind him he hadn't yet sent the promised holiday photos. Her message was extremely discreet as she didn't know exactly who had access to his emails. When Marty replied he was equally discreet and only sent what could be described as the soft porn images even though Beverley knew that, at Graham's insistence he had taken some extremely hard core photos of them all. When Beverley replied she appealed to his male vanity and told him she had a friend who would like to see a nice big photo of him. This time Marty got the message and emailed a full length photo of himself showing off his nine inch erection. He appended a comment that he was thinking of Beverley when he took the self portrait. Dorothy was very impressed and fascinated by the thought of having such a substantial piece of male meat up inside her and insisted on having a copy of the photo sent to her computer. Back at work Beverley was contacted by Anthony Wallace who had previously been Artist in Residence at the library but was now working in London. He told her that he was involved in a body painting project which was to form part of a photographic exhibition in Toronto later in the year. He was in need of nude models to paint his designs on and then to photograph them for the exhibition. Would Beverley and Dorothy be prepared to have their bodies painted by him? The complex painting patterns would ensure their total anonymity unless people looked very closely indeed. He emailed some photos of his previous work to give them some idea of what was involved. The two girls discussed it and decided to take part. Tony suggested that they come up to London at his expense on Friday night and stay at his loft apartment so that painting could commence early the following morning. To ensure that their bodies were truly blank canvases they both undertook rather painful depilation treatment on their pubic areas. Returning later to Brian's flat, Dorothy was quite taken with the totally naked appearance of her genitalia and walked around the flat taking every opportunity to look at her reflection in the mirrors. She had never previously been subject to depilation and she had found it very erotic and stimulating. The girls took photos of each other and then looked at the enlarged images on Beverley's computer. Naturally they also took the opportunity to study the magnificent photo of Marty displaying his nine inch cock. Beverley and Dorothy were still both naked and feeling sexually aroused. They began to finger each other and soon Dorothy was lying on her back with her legs wide open, writhing with pleasure as Beverley performed cunnilingus on her newly bared cunt. Dorothy really enjoyed cunnilingus, indeed it was the main sexual stimulus that her husband provided on account of his impotence. Curiously she had never provided oral services herself for either a man or a woman but now she felt the urge to return the favour for Beverley. Afterwards, when they were both lying satiated side by side on the bed, Dorothy finally confessed about her adulterous behaviour with Graham at the barbecue in the summer. Beverley accepted Dorothy's confession without rancour; any other reaction would have been hypocritical in view of her own subsequent sexually exuberant behaviour. She had a huge amount of sympathy for Dorothy. The idea of not having a man lusting after her body and consequently wanting to fuck her was anathema to Beverley. She resolved to find Dorothy a regular lover. On Friday evening they travelled up to London where they were met by Tony who drove them straight to his accommodation. This was one weekend where no decisions were required about what to wear as they would spend most of the time naked. Over drinks in the local pub Tony told them something about the techniques of body painting and warned them that they would have to spend quite a lot of time standing up and exercise extreme care to avoid accidently damaging his artwork. A photographer friend would be coming along to help with the painting as well as taking the photographs. Back at the apartment the girls were intrigued when they were shown to a bedroom which contained two large double beds, a free standing double bath and a shower large enough to accommodate a five a side soccer team. Clearly privacy was not considered a priority by whoever had designed the room; the four of them would be sharing one bedroom. The only unresolved question was exactly who would be sleeping with whom. When they returned to the living room they discovered that the photographer had arrived and that his name was Malcolm. Over a nightcap Beverley broached the question of the sleeping arrangements. After a short pause during which the two men exchanged glances Tony began to explain. 'Tomorrow we will be spending several hours painting your naked bodies in an extremely intimate way and unless we fuck you both tonight and again when wake up in the morning, we will be quite unable to concentrate on our work ' 'Well, that's an original chat up line,' Beverley remarked. 'Yes it is,' Dorothy interjected, 'but we wouldn't want to be responsible for inferior artwork would we Beverley?' 'Dorothy, can I speak to you in the bedroom,' Beverley replied cryptically. When they were alone together Beverley expressed her annoyance at the way they had apparently been conned into a weekend of sex with a bit of body painting on the side. Dorothy had quite another agenda; she hadn't had a man since Graham had fucked her at the barbeque nearly six months ago and she was desperate to end her enforced celibacy. Beverley pointed out that two men had paid her £600 for two hours of sex the previous week and that the equivalent rate for having both of them for the whole weekend would run to several thousand pounds. Then the two girls had a serious falling out during which Dorothy said that Beverley, in addition to being a whore and a greedy slut, was also a complete bitch. The outcome was that Beverley rang for a taxi and, despite protestations from the two men, took herself off to the railway station to catch a late train home. After she had gone the three remaining members of the party had another nightcap followed by a third. Dorothy looked hazily at the two men. 'Well guys, I don't know if you still want to paint me but I sure as hell would like you both to fuck me!' That night Dorothy's long sexual drought came to an abrupt end as Tony and Malcolm fucked her repeatedly. The following morning she awoke to find Tony on top of her continuing where he had left off in the early hours of the morning with Malcolm soon following suit. **** When Beverley woke on Saturday morning, she immediately regretted her petulant argument with Dorothy. She was well aware she was a whore and a slut, that after all was now her business, but that was no reason to behave like a complete bitch to everyone, particularly Dorothy who had been so helpful to her on her return from Spain. On the telephone to Tony she apologised and agreed to return to London immediately. **** After breakfast Dorothy presented herself naked in the studio. She was glad to hear that Beverley would be returning. Using a mixture of spray paints and delicate brush work Tony transformed her body into an impressive melange of exotic colours and shapes. Dorothy found it highly stimulating to have a complete stranger examining her body in intimate detail while he painted her genitalia and breasts and found it quite beyond her control to stop her vagina opening up and showing its juicy pink interior. After some hasty phone calls, Malcolm had managed to round up two students willing to have their bodies painted in return for a modest fee. After the previous nights disaster the men made no attempt to seduce the young students and just concentrated on decorating their bodies with bright colours. Beverley arrived back at the studio about midday and immediately shed her clothes in the bedroom before walking into the studio. She was astonished by the exotic sight that greeted her and barely recognised Dorothy inside her cocoon of brightly coloured paints. Tony sternly forbade her to have a reconciliatory hug with Dorothy on account of the damage it would do to his artwork. Beverley watched with fascination as the two men continued with their work. Then it was her turn. Rather prosaically Tony gave her a pair health and safety glasses to protect her eyes before spraying her entire body pale green. To speed up the drying process, one of the students wafted a hair drier over her entire body. Now the two artists began the detail painting. Malcolm concentrated on painting her breasts while Tony knelt down in front of her and painted exotic elaborate pattern on her genitalia. Soon most of her body was covered in multi-coloured patterns. When she looked in a full length mirror she could barely recognise herself. She had been turned into an abstract erotic work of art. After a long day of body painting and photography everyone was glad to return to the bedroom to wash off the paint. Dorothy and Beverley plunged into the large bath while the two students headed for the shower. The two men removed their clothes and followed the mildly surprised students into the shower and began to assist them in washing off the paint. Soon the washing turned to sexual fondling and through the steam, Beverley and Dorothy watched in fascination as the fondling changed to full sexual intercourse. 'I had a wonderful time last night and early this morning,' Dorothy remarked with a grin. 'Six months without a man and then those two hunks taking it in turn to fuck me all night long, I felt like a virginal bride on her wedding night.' 'Oh I'm so glad you had some fun and I'm sorry I was such a bitch,' Beverley answered. 'But at least you had their undivided attention while I was away.' 'Looks like those two young girls have their undivided attention now,' Dorothy remarked ruefully. 'I bet they can't suck cock like I can,' Beverley replied. 'Oh my God!' Dorothy exclaimed, 'I haven't got to do that have I?' 'There's nothing to it,' Beverley replied. When you sense the guy is going to 'come' just manoeuvre his cock so his ejaculation doesn't hit the back of your throat. Otherwise you'll gag and destroy the guy's illusion that you like nothing better than swallowing down a big mouthful of his cum.' 'I'm not swallowing,' Dorothy said firmly. 'I'm definitely not swallowing.' 'That's OK, but when he's finished, open your mouth so he can see his stuff then scoop it out with your tongue so that it trickles down your face; men love that.' 'My God,' Dorothy said admiringly, 'your really are a whore and a slut aren't you.' **** Sometime later when everybody was scrubbed up and clean and the men and the students had finished fucking they went down to the local pub for a few drinks and something to eat. Malcolm had produced a set of proof prints for them all to look at. After a couple of hours the students were sent on their way with £80 each while the rest of the party returned to the loft apartment. The atmosphere was a great deal more relaxed than it had been the previous evening. After a couple of nightcaps the foursome retired to the bedroom. Beverley broke the ice by immediately stripping naked; the other three soon followed. 'As I was such a bitch last night, by way of apology, I'm going to suck cock tonight.' Beverley announced. 'And then I'm going to watch TV while you fuck Dorothy's brains out.' Dorothy watched with a mixture of squeamishness and fascination as Beverley proceeded to carry out fellatio on the two men exactly as she had described it earlier. Beverley slept alone on the divan bed in the studio that night. I was her way of retaining her integrity as a prostitute. She didn't give freebies to complete strangers. **** Arriving home on Sunday afternoon, Beverley switched on her computer to check her emails. There was one from Marty giving the news that he would soon be passing through the UK on a themed holiday concerned with spying and encryption. The tour party would be having an overnight stop in Cambridge; could they perhaps arrange to meet there? Beverley immediately replied signifying her agreement and asked Marty to firm up on dates as soon as possible. There was also an email from an organisation called 'Perfect Geeks'. Beverley had seen their advertisements in the local paper in which they offered to design websites for small businesses. Without telling them what her business was she had asked them to send her details of their services with a scale of charges. If she was going to expand her business she needed a website. To be continued 2300 words A Very Discreet Whore Ch. 04 Chapter IV: The Reunion Beverley was pleased and excited when Marty contacted her about his impending holiday visit to Cambridge. She hadn't really expected to see him ever again after their short torrid affair in Spain. This time he would be part of a tour party but intended to opt out of the official programme and spend some time with Beverley. As soon as dates were firmed up, Beverley nominated a rendezvous in Cambridge where they could meet. Marty liked his women to dress exotic underwear and he began to bombard Beverley with suggestions about what she should wear. Finally Beverley told him she would bring a selection of underwear with her for him to choose from. **** Marty was already sitting in the bar when Beverley arrived. She was wearing the same black two piece business suit that she had worn for her tryst with the two businessmen. He was dressed in American casual shorts and a coloured shirt. They exchanged affectionate greetings. 'I'd forgotten what a gorgeous looking woman you are,' he smiled. 'I don't think you've ever seen me fully dressed before have you? It was always flimsy sun dresses and bikinis in Spain.' 'As I remember it, you were mostly naked,' Marty said with a grin. 'But I do remember the long black dress you wore when I met you after dinner to show you my photos. It was split to the thigh on both sides and as you walked I got a glimpse of your stocking tops.' 'So how do you like my business suit?' The contrast in their dress styles was rather striking. 'It makes you look like a school teacher,' Marty said with a laugh 'and I'm more interested in what you're wearing underneath.' Beverley crossed her legs so that Marty could see more of her thighs. He looked at her with undisguised lust. 'Are you wearing suspenders?' 'I don't think you're supposed to ask school teachers questions like that but since you ask, yes.' Beverley glanced round to check they were unobserved and then pulled up her skirt so that he could see her black stocking tops and suspender straps. Marty moved closer to her and slid his hand up her thigh and brushed gently against her thin knickers. 'And what kind of a bra are you wearing,' he murmured in her ear. I'm really looking forward to getting my hands on your gorgeous breasts again.' Beverley rested her hand on Marty's shorts and felt his growing erection 'You know I really can't wait till we get to the hotel. Is there anywhere we can go?' he asked urgently. 'Yes, I feel the same,' Beverley said. 'Let's live dangerously.' Marty followed Beverley as she led him out of the bar and down a passage. They stopped outside the ladies lavatory. After checking there was no one inside, they went into a cubicle and shut the door. Beverley didn't waste any time; their needs were urgent. She slipped her jacket off and hung it on a hook before opening her blouse and unclipping her bra. Marty dropped his shorts and got his dick out while Beverley swiftly removed her knickers before unceremoniously pulling her skirt up round her waist. Marty paused to probe her cunt with his fingers; she was wet and wide open. His cock slid up inside her with very little resistance. There were involuntary gasps and sighs as they frantically fucked. Five minutes later it was all over. She felt like a real whore now; she had never been fucked standing up against a wall before. 'That was fun,' Beverley said with a grin as they returned to the bar. 'You really bring out the slut in me.' 'Just the first of many shags, I hope,' Marty added. 'By the way I've upgraded to a larger room but we can't get in until 2.00 pm.' 'Never mind, if you like I can show you the sights of Cambridge.' Beverley said 'Problem is, Beverley, that the tour party is doing the rounds of Cambridge. It would be a bit embarrassing if we met up with them.' 'You could always tell them I'm your English sister, I suppose.' She replied. 'No, on second thoughts let's go to Granchester. It's a very pleasant riverside walk.' 'Granchester,' Marty said. 'What goes on there?' 'It's an old English village with a pub, a church and the Orchard Tea Garden. Rupert Brooke the poet lived there while he was studying at Cambridge in the early part of the 20th Century. He wrote a very famous poem called 'Granchester'.' Marty looked puzzled. Beverley laughed. 'Sorry Marty but in addition to being a part time whore, I'm also a bit of a bluestocking; after all I do work in a library you know.' 'So what's with the blue stockings?' Marty queried focussing on the part of Beverley's remarks that really intrigued him. 'It's just an archaic term used in this country to put down women with literary pretentions,' she replied. Marty paid for the drinks and they left the pub. When they were outside Beverley realised she wasn't suitably dressed for a country walk. Marty was fascinated to accompany Beverley as she purchased some casual wear in a big department store. Suddenly he noticed the lingerie department and insisted on purchasing some sexy garments for her that appealed to him. He was disappointed that she wouldn't let him watch her trying them on when she took the opportunity to change in a cubicle. **** The stroll through the college backs and out of Cambridge didn't take long. Marty was surprised how quickly they reached the open countryside and shortly afterwards Granchester. He felt he had entered a different world when they sat together in the Orchard Tea Garden sipping tea and eating small cakes. Beverley was wearing a flimsy short sun dress with narrow shoulder straps. Marty stared intently and realised he could dimly see the outline of her bare breasts. 'Rupert Brooke used to bring his girlfriends here,' Beverley said dreamily. 'They would swim nude in the river and afterwards make love on the riverbank.' 'I think I'll pass on the swimming,' Marty replied 'but let's go and find somewhere to make love.' Strolling back towards Cambridge they found a shady copse hidden from passing river traffic. They lay naked in the moist grass and gently played with each other's genitals. Beverley sighed and spread her legs wide apart to display her readiness for intercourse. They made love twice in the next half hour; the first time with Beverley spread-eagled on the ground and later bent forward over a fallen tree trunk so that Marty could fuck her doggy style. **** Beverley approved of Marty's superior bedroom at the hotel with its king-size double bed and adjacent well appointed bathroom. 'I think we both need a bath after rolling about on the ground at Granchester,' Beverley said as she looked in the bathroom. 'Wow. It's a nice big bath; room for two I think.' 'You go ahead,' Marty said, 'I'll just order some champagne from Room Service. A few minutes later Marty entered carrying two glasses and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. He was already naked and quickly snuggled down in the bath beside his amorous partner. 'So, what shall we do now?' Marty asked as they sipped their champagne. 'You can do pretty much anything you like as far as I'm concerned,' Beverley replied. 'By the way, I've brought some handcuffs with me in case you fancy some bondage and I've got a couple of canes to beat you with if you're a naughty boy.' 'Actually, I'd rather like to photograph you in lingerie,' Marty said. 'I find women dressed in lingerie a real turn on and can I help you dress as well? I think my ideal fantasy job would be dressing lingerie models for a fashion show; adjusting their bras fastening their clips, making sure their stockings were taut and evenly supported.' 'Wow Marty, I think I'd better put on my psychiatrist's hat. Do you want a pair of my knickers to wank off with?' Marty grinned,' we all have our kinks; it spices up life. **** For the next hour Beverley indulged Marty's desire to dress and undress her in the large range of lingerie she had with her, not to mention the items that he had bought for her earlier. He took dozens of photo graphs; finally he was finished. Beverley was lounging in the bed in one of her more provocative ensembles looking thoughtfully at Marty. 'Would you like to play a game with me?' she asked enigmatically.' Marty had no reason to demur. She asked him to lie on the bed and then manacled his wrists to the bed head. 'Now you can look and lust all you want, but you can't touch.' Beverley removed her flimsy white camisole and knelt astride Marty's body, making sure she didn't come in contact with his cock. 'You want to fuck me now don't you,' she whispered She unclipped her bra and threw it aside fore bending forward and gently brushing her erect nipples across the tip of Marty's straining member. 'Bet you wish your hands were free to feel my tits now, don't you? 'You tantalising bitch,' Marty groaned with a mixture of pleasure and frustration. Beverley moved slowly backwards and stood at the foot of the bed. 'Watch me Marty; I'm going to take my knickers off.' She slowly wriggled her flimsy garment down to the floor and kicked it casually aside; now all she was wearing were stockings, suspenders and high heeled shoes. 'Well, what do you think, do you like my bare cunt? Marty loved to hear Beverley talk obscenely with that quaint English accent but he was distracted by the appearance of her silky smooth pudenda framed by her suspender straps. 'I had some depilation done last week so that an artist could paint his designs on my naked body,' she said by way of explanation. Would you like a closer look?' Without waiting for a reply, Beverley straddled his legs again and then brushed her vaginal orifice across the tip of his erection. 'Would you like me to ride your cock?' 'Oh yes ride me now,' Marty begged desperately. 'I'm not sure you deserve it,' Beverley said sternly. In the pub this morning you were a very bad boy; you treated me like a cheap whore when you fucked in the lavatory. Do you think I'm a cheap whore? Do you think I normally let men fuck me up against a wall?' she persisted while continuing to rub her cunt against Marty's swollen member. 'No. no. of course not I think you're wonderful, I think you're a Goddess,' 'That's more like it,' Beverley said. 'Now Goddesses have to be placated or they get very angry. Do you understand?' Marty nodded meekly; he hadn't realised before how hugely pleasurable it was being dominated by a woman. Beverley repositioned herself so that she was sitting astride Marty's chest; then she inched herself forward until her gaping vagina oozing sexual juices was just inches from Marty's face. 'Pleasure my cunt with your tongue,' she ordered. The room felt silent apart from Beverley's gentle squeals of sexual pleasure and occasional obscenities. Her sex juices flooded down on Marty's face causing his eyes to sting. When he opened his eyes all he could see was a writhing pink mass of pulsating flesh. Marty lost track of time; all he was aware of was successive spasms of orgasmic pleasure shuddering through Beverley's body. Finally she was satiated and edged back from Marty's sticky face. 'That was very nice; no actually it was fucking marvellous.' Marty's cock was aching with the intensity of his erection. Beverley looked at him thoughtfully. 'How would you like me to bring you off? Do you want my cunt, my mouth, my tits or my hand? The cumulative effect of all this stimulation was just too much for Marty; he had reached a point of no returned. As he thrashed from side to side in orgasmic ecstasy, powerful jets of semen erupted from his cock showering Beverley's body with a liberal white coating. Marty found it difficult to remember ever having enjoyed an ejaculation so much before. Beverley looked at the semen oozing slowly down her breasts.. 'Wow Marty, you do make a lot of cum. Was it something I did?' Finally Marty found his voice. 'Fucking hell, I don't think I've ever 'come' before with absolutely no tactile contact with my cock. Get me out of these handcuffs; I want to take some photos to remind me of the best cum of my life.' **** Marty looked down at Beverley dozing beside him in bed then gently pulled back the covers so that he could look at her body without waking her. He rubbed his hand gently across her smooth depilated pubis and felt desire growing again in his loins. Beverley stirred in her sleep then rolled over so that she was face down on the bed. Marty contemplated the delicious curvature of her bum with mounting lust. She rolled on her side, opened her eyes and looked lazily at him and was immediately aware of his erect penis. 'I wonder what you are thinking about,' she said with a grin, as she gently fondled his erect member. 'I was trying to imagine you covered in body paint. Have you got any photos?' Beverley got off the bad and rummaged in her bag before passing the proofs that Malcolm had given her to Marty. 'Wow you look great. And who's the other gorgeous looking lady?' 'That's my friend Dorothy.' 'Now listen, I've got a great idea,' Marty said. 'I've got a condo in Key West and every year they hold a Fantasy Fest which lasts a whole week. Body painting is a big feature of the fancy dress parades. Nudity is theoretically banned but lots of adventurous women wander round completely naked apart from their body paint. With your figure; you'd be a knockout. And you know what an exhibitionist you are.' 'Is that by way of being an invitation to your condo?' Beverley asked. 'Sure is; and you could bring Dorothy as well.' 'I'm sure Dorothy would love that; she practically had an orgasm looking at that naked photo you sent me. I think she uses it as a masturbatory aid. It would certainly be nice to get out of the UK in dreary wet November. Let me think about it and I'll talk to Dorothy.' 'OK, now let's get back to considering your beautiful arse.' A slight look of alarm flitted across Beverley's face. 'Marty, my anus is a bit tight for your big dick. Last time you fucked my bum Graham had been up there first to open me up and I still felt sore for a while afterwards.' 'Don't worry,' Marty said. 'I'll make sure you're well lubricated before I go in.' Marty took her hand and led her over to the dressing table and asked her to bend forward supporting her weight on her hands. Seeing her bum sticking up and her legs spread apart, Marty changed his mind and slid his cock slowly up her cunt. Beverley sighed with a mixture of relief and pleasure as Marty set about giving her a long slow fuck. **** In the early evening the sound of the tour coach party returning to the hotel for their evening meal woke Marty and Beverley from satiated sleep. They decided to join the other guests in the dining room where she was introduced as his English sister. Afterwards they sat in the lounge for a while exchanging small talk. One by one the other guests departed until eventually they found themselves on their own. Beverley crossed her legs her and sipped her after dinner liqueur. 'Shall we live a little dangerously again?' she said with a wicked smile and shifted in her seat so that her suspenders showed. Leaning over she unzipped Marty's trousers and began to fondle his expanding cock. 'Undo my blouse and get my tits out,' she said casually, 'I'm going to give you a tit fuck.' Beverley knelt on the floor in front of Marty and nestled his cock between her breasts.. As she rubbed her tits against his cock semen leaking from his tip provided the necessary lubrication. A few minutes later Marty gasped with pleasure as he spurted out on her body. Beverley quickly fastened her bra trapping most of Marty's ejaculent in her 'D' cups. Marty glanced round the room. 'I don't want to worry you, but have you noticed the security camera over their?' 'Actually yes,' she replied, 'I knew it was there all the time. As you know I'm a born exhibitionist and I rather enjoy the thought of some hotel security guy wanking off when he reviews the record.' As they walked through reception on the way to the lift the female receptionist smiled knowingly at them. 'On the other hand Marty; that receptionist might have copped a look at your cock,' Beverley whispered as they went by. Back in the bedroom Beverley immediately removed her bra which was sticking to her breasts. Marty watched in fascination. 'Shall I make a confession,' he said. 'You may think this is a bit pervy but I've always wanted a woman to trap my cum in her bra.' Beverley shrugged, 'whatever turns you on. Would you like to keep my bra and knickers? You can use them to wank off with when you're thinking of me. I'm going to take a shower' **** That night the lay close together in the bed gently caressing each other's body. In the early hours of the morning they came together for one last coupling. Now they behaved more like lovers. Marty left early to catch the coach to Heathrow but promised to keep in touch. It had been an unforgettable twenty-four hours for both of them. A Very Discreet Whore Ch. 05 Chapter V Teen Age Sex Education Soon after Beverley returned from Cambridge she contacted the website design company 'Perfect Geeks' and arranged a meeting. They suggested that she should visit their offices at an out of town industrial estate to see at first hand the kind of work they did. 'I've got an appointment with the manager, is he here?' Beverley asked the young woman sitting in the small reception area. Through the open door she could see three youths seated in front of computers. 'We don't really have a manager; this is a cooperative organisation,' she replied. One of the youths got up from his computer and came out into reception. 'I'll deal with this Martha, you must be Beverley,' he said holding out his hand, 'I'm John; we spoke on the 'phone.' Beverley was rather nonplussed she hadn't expected to be discussing the design of a sexual services web site with three teenagers but she followed John into the main office and was introduced to his two colleagues Fred and Simon. John explained that they were all filling in time before going up to university next year. The four of them sat round a small conference table. 'You mentioned on the 'phone that you wanted a web site to advertise your Hostess Services, what is this exactly, party catering?' Beverley considered her position; should she leave now or start talking about sexual services to lads who were practically young enough to be her grandchildren. She decided to be quite frank with them. 'Guys the services I offer are of a sexual nature; I am, not to put too fine a point on it, a whore. However I am a very expensive whore and my website must make this very clear.' An astounded silence followed this announcement. Beverley became aware that they were looking at her body with renewed interest. 'Would you like a coffee?' John said, to break the silence. 'Martha, can you bring us some coffee.' That sat drinking their coffee. Simon finally spoke up. 'Well, as far as I am concerned a web site is a web site and I don't see why this should be a problem. We can easily research similar sites and come up with something.' 'Yes, that's right,' Fred chipped in. He looked at Beverley. 'Have you got any material we could use?' 'Do you mean photographs?' Beverley asked. Fred nodded. 'Yes I've got loads of stuff.' She produced a bulky folder containing the photographs Gerald had taken, Marty's photos from Spain and the many lingerie shots he had taken in Cambridge. 'Look this could be embarrassing; why don't I leave the material with you to see what you can produce?' 'There's just one other thing,' John said, he was obviously embarrassed. 'You want to know how much I charge, don't you.' John nodded. 'Well it rather depends on what I do and for how long,' Beverley responded coolly. 'It could be anything from a few hundred pounds to several thousand pounds.' They all looked suitably impressed. **** On Friday Beverley had her regular liaison with Brian Williams. As they had their usual pre-sex dinner, she noticed that he seem to have something on his mind. Finally he came out with it. 'Beverley, how would you feel about appearing in a pornographic film?' 'I'm not sure I could cope with that; this is quite a small provincial town we live in,' she responded. 'Yes, I know,' Brian said. 'I was not proposing to put it out on general release. I just wanted it for my own stimulation and to show a few of my friends. From what you've said from time to time, I imagine you must know a few people who would be willing to take part.' 'Well if it's just for private showing I can think of several people, my husband for a start.' 'What about Dorothy?' he suggested. 'Oh yes, I think she could easily be persuaded, she doesn't get much regular sex in her life.' 'Do you know anyone who could operate the camera in a professional manner?' 'Well, I know Gerald, a professional stills photographer; I could ask him to find someone, if you like. Incidentally, I think he would be quite keen to be a participant himself. Have you got someone to direct the film?' Brian shook his head. 'Again I think Gerald could help if you want a really professional job.' **** In bed together later after a rather more energetic bout of fucking than Brian usually indulged in, he told her a little more about his plans for the porn film. The film was to be shot in his country house and grounds and possibly also at the town flat. He wanted Beverley to be the 'star' of the film and he wanted it to feature her having real sex with several men. There were to be no fake orgasms; everything had to be authentic. As they parted Brian said he would find some suitable technicians if Beverley would undertake some preliminary soundings among her friends. She knew so many casually promiscuous people so that the role call rapidly expanded; Graham her husband, Gerald the photographer, his step daughter Linda and her mother Sylvia and of course, Dorothy. The problem was there was a shortage of men. Then she remembered Marty and wondered if he would agree to come back to the UK to take part. Beverley sent him an email explaining the limited circulation of the film and, to stimulate his interest, attached nude photos of Linda, Sylvia and Dorothy. **** A week after Beverley's meeting with 'Perfect Geeks' she received an email from John to which he attached some preliminary proposals for the design of her web site. As was only to be expected from pubescent youths; the design was far too explicit, lacked any subtly and also mentioned money. That was definitely out for Beverley. As far as she was concerned any man who had to ask the price couldn't afford her. John also suggested they should meet for a drink in a pub to discus what they had produced. After an exchange of telephone calls they agreed to meet the following evening at nine. She also asked them to return all her photographs although she had absolutely no doubt they had already been scanned into their computers and would no doubt be used to wank off with. She could hardly complain; exploiting men's lust was her business now. **** When Beverley arrived at the pub the three lads were already there and already into their second drinks. They appeared rather nervous. They started with some discussion of their web site design and Beverley explained that they needed to make everything rather more subtle. There was a pause; she had the impression the lads had something else on their minds. 'So, can I leave it with you to have another go?' Beverley said by way of concluding the meeting. 'Do you have to go right away?' John asked abruptly. 'Why, is there something else?' 'Yes there is,' Simon said rather quickly. He looked at his companions and glanced round the bar. 'We would all like to use your services,' he said quietly. Beverley stared at them with disbelief. .'Now come on guys, stop kidding around. Haven't you got girlfriends?' All three of them looked rather embarrassed. 'No we haven't,' Fred said. 'What about Martha?' Beverley asked, 'She's my sister,' John said. 'Look, I'm sorry guys, I've already told you; I'm a very expensive lady. Where are you going to get the money?' 'That's not a problem,' John said. My parents are away on a world cruise, I can easily raise some money by selling some of their stuff. They won't even notice it's gone.' Beverley sipped her drink; she could see they were serious. 'So, what exactly had you in mind?' 'We'd like you to come to my parent's house one evening for a few hours.' John said. 'What do you mean by a few hours?' Beverley said suspiciously. 'Let's say two hours,' Simon interjected. 'Alright, I assume you are all virgins?' They all nodded rather sheepishly. 'It'll cost you £1000 pounds; cash in advance.' Beverley said firmly. 'You get me the money, and then we'll set a date. OK?' **** A few days later Beverley prepared herself for an evening of initiation for her three virgins. John had been as good as his word and provided the cash requested up front. Rather than drive to the rendezvous she took a taxi from an anonymous taxi rank in the town centre. The address she had been given was in one of the very expensive suburbs of the town. She decided to get out of the taxi a few hundred yards from her destination so that no one would be aware of her imminent arrival. The house was located in a private road with no street lighting. As she approached the house up a long drives she noticed there were lights on in several rooms both upstairs and downstairs. Cautiously she looked through a gap in the curtains and saw the three lads chatting and drinking as they watched television. She waited to see if there was anyone else present. Once she was satisfied with the situation she retreated to a small gazebo in the garden. First she took off her overcoat and placed it in the small case she had brought with her. Then she removed her underwear and put it in her handbag. Her case already contained some money, her mobile 'phone and a spare dress. The short mini dress she was wearing was more suitable for an eighteen year old than a woman of her age but it showed a great deal of flesh and could be removed very easily. Virgin lads would be totally unconcerned with the finer points of seduction; her naked body would be all that interested her clients tonight. Leaving her case in the gazebo; she approached the front door and rang the bell. John answered the door and greeted her before taking her to the sitting room where Simon and Fred were waiting. She felt their lustful eyes boring into her taking in her flimsy dress with thin shoulder straps, semi exposed breasts and revealing most of her thighs. She sat down in an armchair and accepted the proffered drink. When she crossed her legs, if her cunt hadn't been depilated her pubic hair would have been visible on her barely concealed crotch. She could see that all three lads had strong erections straining beneath their jeans. 'Why don't you guys undress and show me what's trying to burst out of your jeans,' she suggested to break the ice. Trainers, socks, jeans and T shirts flew in all directions in their eagerness to undress. It took a moment longer for them to extricate their stiff cocks from their underpants. Beverley stood up and in one quick movement stripped off her dress and stood naked before them. 'Fucking hell!' Fred exclaimed. 'Just look at those tits!' Beverley knelt down on the floor and beckoned the rampant youths nearer. She took Simon's cock in her right had and John's cock in her left hand and nuzzled Fred's cock between her breasts. The reaction was almost instantaneous as the three lusty lads uttered involuntary cries of ecstasy and fired fierce fusillades of fornicating fluid at her naked body. 'Wow you guys really needed that didn't you?' Beverley said as she contemplated the rivers of semen oozing down her body. 'Is there somewhere I can take a shower?' John took her to the foot of the wide staircase and pointed out the location of the bathroom on the landing above. She soon discovered it was fitted out to the same luxurious standard as the rest of the house with a double bath and a large walk in shower. As she was towelling her self dry the door opened and Martha looked in. 'Oh, its you,' Martha exclaimed, 'I wondered who it was.' She stepped into the room and closed the door. 'John told me all about you. How can you do it?' 'Do what?' Beverley responded. 'Have sex with men for money,' Martha replied. 'Are you a virgin?' Beverley asked. Martha shook her head. 'And how many boys have you had sex with?' 'Only three,' the young woman replied. 'When I was your age I was still a virgin; and I finally lost my virginity to the man I subsequently married. So you seem to be well ahead of me Martha. I was over forty before I had a lover and I've only had a total of four lovers subsequently' 'But you must have let lots of men fuck you for money,' Martha interrupted. 'Wrong again Martha; up until this evening just three men have paid me for sex. So I guess I'm going to double my tally tonight with your brother and his friends. Look Martha, I'm not recommending that you do what I do. Get your life sorted out first. I made a conscious deliberate choice to sell my body, because I want to, not because I need to, like a lot of very unfortunate women. Now I think I'd better get back to 'Perfect Geeks' and teach them how to make love to a woman properly.' Beverley wrapped herself in a towel and headed for the stairs. The three naked youths stood below waiting for her. She cast the towel aside and descended the stairs with her breasts undulating seductively. By the time she reached the hall way all three boys were standing stiffly to attention. Beverley sensed that Martha was watching secretly from somewhere on the landing and decided to puncture her judgemental attitude with a very blatant display of sexual availability. She spread her legs apart and bent forward resting her hands on a table so that her arse was sticking up in the air. She looked up at her reflection in the large hall mirror on the wall. 'OK guys, come and fuck me and do it right so that you remember the very first time you had your cocks in a woman's cunt for the rest of your life. One after another the three lads thrust their pricks into her wide open vagina. Again the extreme sexual stimulation of the unique situation caused uncontrollable excitement and less than ten minutes later all three had discharged themselves once more. Beverley immediately sent them all off to take a shower and returned alone to the sitting room. She glanced at her watch. An hour had already passed since her arrival. Beverley calculated that each of them would probably want two more ejaculations over the course of the next hour. She would allow them one more vaginal penetration each and would also offer to suck them off. Beverley stretched out on a large settee in a seductive pose and waited for the boys to return. Beverley was wakened from a light doze by Simon who was gently fingering her cunt while his two friends looked on curiously. She opened her legs wide so that they could fully observe the state of her sexual arousal. While she didn't expect to have an orgasm she was enjoying displaying herself to her very curious companions. 'So what's next guys; do you want to fuck me or would you like me to suck you off?' She decided not to offer them her bum; they were virgins after all. Presented with such a delicious range of sexual options the lads were temporarily tongue tied. Beverley sat up on the couch and knelt down on the floor in front of Simon. She licked his shaft thoroughly before closing her lips round his cock and taking four inches into her mouth. Simon immediately attempted to fuck her mouth by moving his cock in and out. Beverley stopped and drew back. 'No Simon,' she instructed, 'leave the stimulation to me.' Beverley resumed sucking Simon's cock while John and Fred looked on with considerable interest. They had seen pornographic images of men being sucked off before, but this was the real thing. Beverley's seductive oral caresses soon worked Simon to an orgasmic climax and, feeling it would be inappropriate to cum in Beverley's mouth, he withdrew with a groan of pleasure and painted her face with his sticky ejaculation. 'Get me a tissue,' Beverley ordered half blinded by Simon's emission. When she had mopped up Simon's semen she explained that there was no need to withdraw when being sucked off. A woman will either swallow the cum or spit it out into a tissue. Fred was the next candidate for fellatio and he duly ejaculated into Beverley's mouth. She opened her mouth to show the white contents before spitting it out into a tissue. When it was Johns turn, she simply swallowed his cum. Beverley thought it appropriate to warn them that while a prostitutes will suck off a man and swallow his cum not all women are prepared to do so. **** Beverley felt rather pleased with herself as she lay soaking in the large bathtub. She had delivered a master class in fornication to her three young students while limiting them to just one penetration each. It could all so easily have turned into a wild orgy of repetitive fucking. There was a knock on the bathroom door and Martha poked her head in. 'Can I come in,' she asked. 'Well it's your house so you can do what you like.' Beverley replied. Martha came in and locked the door. 'I'm sorry I was such a bitch earlier,' she said apologetically. 'No apology necessary,' Beverley said with a smile. 'I'm hardly the greatest roll model for women am I? Why don't you come and join me in the bath and we can have some intimate girl talk.' To be continued. 2950 words