Maya's Story
by April


My parents were unusual. I don't remember how old I was, perhaps as young as three when Mum begun having sex with me. It became something of a ritual, the gentle summons to her bed and then her hand in mine as she led me down the corridor. All warm and cosy with my face between her legs and her soft thighs pressing my cheeks. I used to cry with pleasure to hear her beautiful voice drifting down towards me as I followed her gentle urgings. Endearments there were too, they permeated the bedroom with their musical notes, that's how I knew she must love me.

She was in her late twenties then, a neat attractive woman with long brown hair and deep loving eyes but certainly nothing to make her stand out in a crowd the way some beautiful women do. Her lust was for children, but that didn't mean she looked like a weirdo or something, she just seemed like an ordinary respectable woman who worked at the bank, had a hard working husband and a cute little daughter.

I suppose her and Dad got together because of their mutual perversion and then decided to have a child so they could indulge their nature. Yes, I had a Dad too; he would sometimes stand in the doorway watching as I did all of those sexy things to Mum. Of course I know now that he was a voyeur and was beating his sausage as I worked away on her. We must have made quite a site as the pace got going; mum was pretty horny when we were 'at it'. She was a paedophile, which goes without saying; Dad was too but in a non-physical sense while mum was very much of the body.

She taught me to be a giver, not a receiver of pleasure; I don't ever remember her returning any of the favours I gave her barring one special occasion. I didn't mind; I loved the thrill it gave me as I drove her out of her mind with pleasure. I was pretty good too; I still am come to that. She schooled me in the skills of bodily ecstasy until I became something of a maestro in the art. I suppose that's part of the reason they decided I aught to put my talents to work and pull in some money. They were pretty hard up then and they'd heard of a way I could help with the finances, after all said Mum, I'd be very good at it and the money would help. In fact, she told me I'd make lots of money for myself and could have what ever I wanted if it all worked out. At seven-years-old, I was put on the books of a very exclusive agency. I went to work for a company that hired young girls out to wealthy middle-aged women. Some were single, while others were married to boring husbands who couldn't hope to assuage their fertile imaginations or warped appetites.

Everything was a secret. When I started school I was careful not to tell anyone about the kind of games Mum and I were playing but luckily I was clever enough not to give anyone cause to pry into my home life. The agency was very discreet, about as low profile as you can get. It was talked about in hushed tones in certain select quarters of the woman/girl lover network. There was a small glossy brochure for those in the know. Photos of girls aged from three to ten with accompanying descriptions of the services they provided printed on a home computer. Most of them promised things such as a 'taste of young honey' or 'mutual pleasures' but there were only a couple in the whole brochure where the girl was described as a pure giver of pleasure. Nevertheless, Mum decided I needed to offer something none of the other girls had, a distinctive skill to make me stand out... perhaps an unusual one.

"Maya, I've been thinking about this unique service you can offer. It's something I've been thinking of trying anyway. It's so intimate, a really personal way of showing you belong to a woman and she can do anything she wishes with you. It's called many different names but the common term is 'watersports'. It's when another person pees in your mouth and you drink it. I'd like us to go to the bathroom and try it."

I raised my eyebrows quizzically. It's not that I was particularly fazed or anything, I loved Mum and would do anything with her. I just found it a little unbelievable and I wandered why anyone would want to do that. What would they get out of it? After all, it isn't as though they were being touched or sucked. I just thought it strange.

"Darling why are you frowning?" asked mum lifting up my chin so my eyes were eyes looking into hers. "Oh I'm fine Mum. I don't mind doing it; you know I'll do anything. I just wondered what the woman who does it would get out of it. It sounds a bit funny that's all."

She laughed and took my hand. "Come on let's go upstairs and try it out. You'll see how much I like doing it and then you'll understand it better."

Once in the bathroom Mum told me to take all my clothes off and kneel in the shower. Then she began undressing, undoing catches and buttons, casually throwing her silky green top, her skirt and then her bra and knickers out of the door to scatter along the passageway.

"I'm getting out of my things because once I've done this I'll need a session to calm me down," she laughed.

I tittered conspiratorially as I climbed into the shower with her and let her push me down before her. She crouched down and peeled back the floppy lips of her pussy to show me the familiar sight of her hairy cunt.

"Ok, let's see how this goes..." she murmured. "Open up... Yes, that's it. Ready?

"Ummm."

"Now!"

It came in a gushing torrent hitting my cheeks and spraying everywhere and then as she adjusted her aim it came into my mouth. It was quick; there was hardly time to get my throat bobbing but of course, I did. My senses were swamped with new sensations. Taste, feeling and smell, all three strove for supremacy and for dominance over the rest. Together they provoked an emotion rather than a sensation, one that was so strong I can close my eyes and still feel its essence washing over me. The heat as it filled my mouth and ran down my throat, the bitter acridness of it, saline, womanly and pungent as it dashed from her body into mine, and of course the aroma of it's dominance as it sought my submission, the emotion was one of naked power and I simply adored it.

From then on, I was and still am a piss slave, I crave it as I do oxygen and will always revere my part of the partnership in such a bizarre and beautiful intimacy. Eventually it lessened into a trickle and I moved my head to follow it as it waned in an attempt to catch the last of her amber offerings. I looked up, wiped my face, and looked straight into Mum's glazed smile. She sighed gently, then pulled me up into her arms and kissed my salty lips.

"Well done darling. You've made Mummy very proud," she murmured carrying me to the bedroom and laying me on her mattress before climbing over to sit on my face. "Now let's see if you can make me even happier."

Mum took the photos for the agency magazine. There were just two. One was of me sitting on the bed with my teddy in my lap. I was smiling gently into his eyes and stroking his head. My hair was done out into braids tied with pink ribbons to match my panties. Mum had made me pull them up tight so they showed the outline of my pussy lips against the material, I looked a real little sex bomb. It was hard to smile as I hated having to hold my teddy, I told Mum it made me look like a baby but she replied with a smile and said that was the whole idea. The advert read:

"Candy Lips is a soft lipped beauty who'll send you to heaven with her clever tongue and pretty mouth. Her speciality is prolonged oral; this includes all types of body worship with no holes barred. Trained to receive (drink) golden showers to the highest of sluttiest standards, she is game for your most deviant bathroom fantasies. This service is included in the following tariff:

1 hour stay at your place or hotel = �300
2 hours = �500
4 hours = �700
Overnight = �2000
Weekend = �5000
Full Week by negotiation.

We had our first customer two weeks later and she was booked for a 2-hour session. It was the beginning of the school holidays. To say I was nervous was an understatement; all kinds of thoughts went through my mind. What if she was ugly, smelly, or just horrible? If she were, I would have to be polite and charming and pretend she was pretty. Mum reminded me how important it was to make the customers happy and ask for me again and more importantly to recommend me to their friends.

I slept well after Mum had put me to bed with a hot mug of milk, I didn't know she'd poured a sedative into it, but I'm glad she did because when I woke the next morning I felt full of beans and ready for anything. The appointment was for 12 noon on the dot. The agency sent a driver to pick me up. His name was Max and we hit it off pretty well, he was one of the most amusing men I have ever met. Probably in his fifties with a huge paunch, thick raspy sideburns and a deep gravely voice, he put me at ease on the long drive to the other side of town by telling me all kinds of funny stories and jokes.

Max drove us in to a parking bay behind a tall building and we took the lift into the apartments. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, cuddly and jolly he reminded me of my teddy bear. He bent down with a huge smile on my face and tweaked my nose.

"You'll be fine Princess. She won't know which way to turn first when she sees you, because you know what?"

"No, what?" I asked all ears.

"You're a knockout. A real bloody knockout and that's swearing." I saw his grin spread from one ear to the next, no kidding, right across his craggy old face.

"And you're my friend," I replied.

He gave me a wink and a smile and then the lift door slid open, and he led me out into a marble landing with an ornate fountain that wound its way down between the floors like a snake on a game board.

I had expected to see a corridor with doors on either side but instead there was just one door by itself. Max rang the bell and stood back.

"This is the top room," He whispered, grinning at my confusion. "The 'Penthouse Suite'."

A tall, willowy woman wearing with long dark hair opened the door. She was wearing a simple elegant but expensive looking top and skirt that showed her toned curvy body off to devastating effect. Her eyes widened with lust briefly when she saw me before they creased into a friendly smile.

"Come in Maya. How are you? I'm Andrea."

She was an American. Her voice had a soft Californian drawl, it sounded deep and sexy.

"Very well," I answered politely.

"Wonderful," she smiled. "Hi Max"

"Hi Madam. I'll leave you with Maya now. She's a lovely little lady and I'm sure she'll take real good care of you."

"I'm sure too," she replied warmly. "See you in two hours Max."

He gave me a reassuring wink and then stepped out of the doorway. She closed the door and led me into her living room with its huge glass fronted window overlooking Hyde Park. It was a large room with a minimalist feel to it. In the centre stood a large open hearth, which had an imitation fire blazing away and warming the room, a welcome touch in contrast to the coldness of the day outside. She indicated to a white leather sofa that stood nearby with the flames from the mock fire reflecting in the shiny material. She took a seat next to me and I noticed she wasn't wearing stockings when her skirt rode up her long legs. I wandered how old she was; she had the body of a gazelle but her face looked older than my Mother's did.

She raised an eyebrow as though reading my thoughts. "I'll tell you a bit about myself first," she smiled. "I'm an escort Maya. I started in the States fifteen years ago when I was twenty. I decided I wanted to make a mountain of money so I've been making a lot of very rich men happy both back over there and here in London. I have homes in both countries and I like to flit between the two enjoying the good things in life.

"I've always lived here," I replied trying to be sociable. I like London but I'd like to go and see America someday."

She looked at me for a while, her eyes were large and sensual and seemed to penetrate into me until a lazy smile lit its way out of them and found her lips.

"Umm... Perhaps you will dear, who knows. One never knows about life Maya... Is this your first time with the agency?"

I answered that it was, but hoping that she wouldn't think me untalented, I added that my mother had trained me very well.

"I'm very sure she has Maya. Your photos in the magazine look lovely but seeing you here in real life, you look absolutely breathtaking! Let me tell you young lady, if you ever decide to keep this going you're going to make yourself a lady to be reckoned with, you have all the right looks to make yourself very rich."

I smiled appreciatively and felt my confidence grow.

"But the real reason I chose you, apart from the photos, was the wording of the advert. I need someone to take care of me for a change. I spend enough time looking after the needs of other people without anyone taking care mine." She paused and gave a half-guilty grin before continuing. "Well that isn't strictly true."

She flicked a strand of hair that had fallen down onto her lips, her hair was long and honey coloured just like her skin. She had a quality about her, an air of seduction in every pore of her body which made me tingle from head to foot.

"It's not as though I don't have the right kind of charms, I've had both men and women jumping through hoops to do my bidding. I know all of the sexual arts, have practiced them on others, and have had them performed on me. It's a fact Maya. It's a fact that none of them can really please me, not properly, because as you can see, or shall see, I'm a girl lover. I've had various girls from the agency, some as young as three and some as old as thirteen sharing my bed... and me." She sighed and shook her head. "I dunno�.It's just heaven, and then when I read about your oral services not to mention your willingness to drink golden rain, another thing I love, I just had to meet you."

Then she talked for some time about her attraction to little girls, how it had all begun, until she seemed to run out of words. Afterwards she was silent, her eyes smiled into mine and I thought I detected the slightest raise of an eyebrow, enough to make my eyes look down at her wristwatch, it read 1pm and I reckoned we'd been talking for an hour. It was time that my first client began getting her money's worth, she hadn't rushed me but I knew it was time for things to progress.

I got down from the sofa, knelt down before her with my knees kissing the rug, and then slowly ran my hands over her calves and before letting them travel up. The room was quiet except for the slightest hint of swishing flesh as my palms traversed the top of her slowly spreading thighs. I stared at her panties for a moment, dark and lacy with a red rose embossed over the crotch; I leaned forwards and touched my lips to the bloom. My reward came in the form of a faint sigh, it gave me heart, and encouraged me to open my mouth and cover her crotch in a slow sucking kiss.

I continued this for some time, an open-mouthed caress through the skimpiest of barriers. Nevertheless, for all that still a barrier to my boldness and the minutes were ticking by, it was time to move on. It seemed she read my thoughts again, for a second later I felt her palm on my forehead as she gave me a gentle push. I looked up at her face, it was flushed and sheen. So pretty with those large sleepy eyes, she looked as though she was emerging from a delicious dream. Still she didn't speak, instead she raised her hips off the cushion and rasped her panties down her legs and onto the floor and then lowered her naked buttocks back onto the creaking leather... a delicious sound.

Her labia looked rich and buttery as it blossomed forth from her thatch of neatly trimmed hair. I placed my thumb and forefinger against the hood of her clitoris and carefully drew it aside to reveal the bulb, which was hard, ripe and very stiff. She looked down at me expectantly as I slowly extended my tongue, the means to her impending pleasure. I held it out like a spear for a moment before rotating it proudly for her gaze, a gesture that brought a sob of appreciation. For a moment, I held the tip poised over her clitoris and then slowly, ever so slowly swept it over the bursting node. A sudden sound, something like "Awe." Deeply guttural, almost abdominal, I would have drawn back had I lacked the experience, but I knew it was her body's reaction to the feel of my tongue against its centre. I popped it into my mouth, drawing it in with the inside of my lips and then I made love to it with my tongue. The familiar feel of hands caressing my scalp and mussing my hair and then her churning hips and the kiss of her thighs as they clenched and squeezed my cheeks. These are the ingredients of lovemaking I have known all my life, I have always adored them and I always will, to be a giver of such gifts is a wonderful thing.

She was moaning now, her sighs and sobs sounded deep and meaningful. Her movements built into a crescendo and I knew by the tightly clenched hands in my hair and the speed of her thrusts into my face that she was approaching her crisis. Then like a bursting dam, it happened. Her thighs slammed over my head and held me like a vice while she squished my face into her sex.

"Open your mouth!" she wailed with desperate urgency.

I did and she erupted. Squirt after squirt she emptied her excitement into me. I clenched my eyes shut in concentration as mouthfuls of creamy girl spunk filled me to overflow and ran down my chin despite my frantic gulping. She held me like that until it was over and her sobbing had subsided into sighs of contentment. I stayed still and listened for a while, sighing with my own contentment and planting kisses on the soft flesh of her inner thighs. I was surprised when I tried to get up from the carpet to feel a gentle but persistent hand barring my progress and pushing me back down. She never said a word but I knew she wanted more. I gave a small sigh of resignation because my tongue ached by now and although I was used to prolonged oral I usually had a rest in-between.

This time I took longer, slowly lapping away at her, I used my mouth for her pleasure to the accompaniment of excited gasps and hisses. Moans like sorrowful laments filled the room with the urgency of her need as I worked my tongue into her body. Then suddenly a climax ripped through her and this time even more intense than the first. She was crying my name "Maya, Maya, Maya." over and over again in a voice full of passion and tears, and as before I drank down her deluge as she held me in place. Then suddenly the taste was different, it tasted hot and salty as she held my lips over her urethra and emptied herself into me as though I were her toilet. It went on for ages as I drank the contents of her bladder until only a dribble was left and a few last drops falling onto my cheeks.

Faintly from somewhere far away I heard the chime of a bell and dimly realized it must be Max.

"Just a minute," she shouted before lifting me up and kissing me hungrily on the lips.

"I'd like you to come again Maya," she half said half gasped. "You were sensational."

We walked to the door hand in hand and when Max asked how it had been, she repeated 'sensational'.

"I knew she would be," he smiled. "This girl is special."

"Yes," she replied, "very."

That night Dad wasn't allowed to watch when Mum and I made love, not even the customary five minutes until he ejaculated; he was barred from the very beginning as she led me to her bedroom. It was the first time she had used her mouth to give me release; she sucked my quim and worked her tongue up inside me until I blacked out with pleasure. It was as though she was re-claiming me from the woman I had made love to. When it was my turn to reciprocate, she turned into a volcano, screaming and crying out as she tossed us both around the mattress turning the bedding into sodden rags.

It was also the first time I had known Mum to be jealous.


The end