Chapter 8

Donna was excited as her plane coasted to a smooth landing. She mingled with the people in the spacious terminal and savoring the excitement, was in no hurry to leave it.

Other girls her age, she thought, were in school, listening to boring teachers, obeying childish rules and dreaming of the day when they would be free. That day had come for her, she was free.

She doubted that her parents would be upset since she could no longer be an embarrassment to them. Donna had written them a letter and Beth had arranged for it to be mailed from a city more than a thousand miles from her destination, just in case they should make any attempt to find her.

And then the excitement of the airport was not enough, she wanted to complete the trip and see her new apartment and the woman with whom she would share it. It was a longer drive than she would have expected and she soon tired of looking at the new city and became anxious to reach her destination.

Donna was impressed by the apartment building. In the town in which she lived it would rate as a skyscraper. She guessed it was at least twenty stories, probably more.

In the elevator, as she punched the button for the fifteenth floor, she noted that the board was numbered to twenty-four.

Nervousness didn't appear until she left the elevator and stepped out into the thickly carpeted hallway. There was an instant of panic, of wanting to flee back into the security of the elevator, but she dug her heels in and told herself to stop acting like a child.

As she turned to check the numbers, she heard a voice calling her name. It was the same voice she'd heard through the intercom in the lobby. She turned and hurried toward the woman who came, smiling, took the suitcase from her and put an arm around her waist.

"I'm sorry I couldn't meet you at the airport, Donna," the woman told her, "but there are certain risks we have to guard against. Oh yes, I'm Kelly."

"Hi, Kelly," Donna responded brightly, "I'm so pleased to meet you. Is that your first name?"

"It's my every name. It was a nickname when I was a kid and I just kept using it. I have to stop and think if I ever need my real name."

The woman pushed open a door and ushered Donna into what then became her apartment. She was quite impressed by the air of luxury, the blend of wealth and good taste.

"From what I've been told of you, Donna," the woman said as she held her from behind, "I think we're going to get along real well."

"That depends on what you've been told."

"I understand you know how to enjoy yourself with a woman."

"That's true."

"I could really enjoy myself with a young beauty like you, Donna. I'm thirty-two years old though. Wouldn't that bother you?"

"I just left an all-girl school. I've had my fill of teenagers. I prefer mature women. You're not only mature, Kelly, you're a real beauty."

"Then we should carry on our conversation in bed and without clothes on. After a little while, we'll be able to talk quite comfortably. I'm dying to get at that lush young body of yours."

"To tell the truth, I'm anxious to see yours too, but after travelling and all, I should have a shower."

"Don't be silly, dear," Kelly told her, her arms tightening around the girl. "If there's a bit of sweat in your pretty panties it will sharpen the flavor of your sweet cunt juice."

Trembling, Donna turned in the woman's arms and their mouths met.

"Yes, Kelly," Donna sighed after the kiss, "take me to bed. I want to be naked with you."

As they walked to the bedroom, Kelly opened her dress, then slid the zipper down the back of Donna's. In the bedroom, both dresses were removed quickly so that when they embraced again, only bras and panties were between them as four hands moved warmly over smooth bodies.

There was more activity during the second kiss as each unhooked the other's bra and their embrace became far more exciting as their naked breasts mashed and rubbed while hands fondled buttocks and smooth backs.

Before getting onto the bed, both took their panties off so that garter belts and nylons were all that remained. There was unspoken agreement that there was no need and no time to take them off and they met in a full-length embrace on the bed, their legs hotly intertwined, firm thighs rubbing warm crotches as flames of desire licked their writhing bodies.

They played for awhile, kissing and teasing, then the licking became more physical as Donna turned so her face could find the inviting crotch of the woman. With a low, quavering groan, she fitted her mouth to tender, sensitive crotch lips. A second later, her groan broke and became a shrill cry as Kelly's mouth found her vulva and a tongue crawled into it like a live thing, a hungry creature which licked around her vagina, finding food to sustain it, then moving to her clitoris to lick up dessert.

While she ate greedily in the woman's warm crotch, Donna fondled delightfully firm buttocks and hoped her new friend would play the spanking game with her.

And then orgasm was threatening, hovering on the edge, then exploding strongly, involving not just her body but her limbs as well, right to the extremities. But even as the waves rocked and shocked her body she was able to go on licking the clitoris of her partner so that just as Donna's orgasm was finishing, Kelly was crying into hers, her crotch rubbing back, hotly and wetly over Donna's face, smearing and anointing her with the juice of their union.

When it was over, they lay close, talking of how good it had been and how good it would be in the future.

"Oh, I enjoy it with a guy once in a while," Kelly replied to one of Donna's questions, "but it's never as good as with a beautiful, passionate woman like you. I guess it's like anything else, when it becomes your job, a lot of the fun goes out of it."

"Gee," Donna said with a note of sadness, "I hope, I mean I really hope that never happens to me. Right now, any and all kinds of sex delight me. I guess it would be horrible if I had to fuck a man and miss the enjoyment of it."

"It may always be like that for you, dear," Kelly told her. "I know some gals in the profession who still feel a tingle when they see a stiff prick. I guess you could call them the lucky ones."

"It doesn't really upset you to fuck, does it?" Donna asked.

"Oh no, not unless the guy is a greasy, fat creep or something like that. I still get a big charge out of blowing a cock. Cripes, when that thick, creamy juice starts shooting in my mouth, I can feel it in my crotch. Some gals don't dig sucking but I still enjoy it. I like to drain a guy and make him groan for mercy. I've thought often of what it would be like to have a guy tied up so he was helpless, then suck him off and keep sucking until he fainted. Cripes, I'm getting horny just thinking about it."

Giggling, Donna told her friend that since she was horny, something should be done about it. Moving down in the bed, she found the warm, moist vulva with her mouth and lapped until Kelly climaxed again.

"Do you go for the spanky-spank games?" Donna asked when they resumed talking.

"Not really. I guess I sound kind of dull to you. I can take a bit of a spanking to please the woman I'm playing with and I can give a spanking," she went on, "but it doesn't really do anything to me."

"Do you ever get a client who wants you to do it to him?"

"Oh yes, I have a couple of regulars who like me to give it to them with a hairbrush or a belt."

"Shit, I hope I get some of those."

"Your wish just came true, baby," Kelly told her. "I'll arrange to have mine transferred to you. I know enough about the spankers to know that when the one who is doing it really enjoys it, the victim gets a bigger charge out of it. How did you get your taste for spanking?"

Donna told her about the summer she spent with her aunt and uncle and the woman became excited as she listened to the detailed story.

"Man, I wish I'd had an aunt and uncle like that. Maybe I'd like spanking and all the rest the way you do."

"What was your first experience, Kelly? Tell me all about it. I love lying naked with a woman and talking sex."

"Now there's something we agree on, darling," Kelly told her. "I really enjoy that too. I guess I was fourteen years old, a year younger than you. I used to wash dishes and clean up the apartment for an old guy, he must have been about sixty or so.

"My family was poor and I never got much money, so I really appreciated him. He was generous and I could tell by the way he talked and looked at me that he liked me.

"Anyway, one day he asked me to sit on his lap and I did. He talked sex to me, but didn't try to do anything. That day, he gave me an extra dollar. The next time I went there, I was very anxious to sit on his lap.

"He talked sex again and the next thing I knew his hand worked its way up my thighs and was on the crotch of my panties. I knew I should tell him not to do that, but I couldn't. I was afraid it would hurt him.

"He had told me about cunt lapping and before long, he was whispering that he would love to lick my pretty little cunty. I tried to say no, but he really had me worked up then and soon he had me on the edge of the chair with my panties off. He eased my legs over his shoulders and got his mouth on my pussy. I stopped being afraid when I felt his tongue licking inside my slit and it didn't take long for me to come.

"He worked me along gradually after that. First he had me play with his cock, then one day after he'd lapped me a couple of times, he showed me how to jerk him off. I was a little afraid when he wanted to get sucked off, but I did it and really enjoyed it."

"Didn't he ever fuck you?" Donna wanted to know.

"Oh yes, on my fifteenth birthday. He gave me a couple of birthday presents, twenty bucks and my very first fuck. It didn't hurt as much as I expected and after that I was ready to fuck any time he wanted it. Still though, right from the start I preferred having him suck my cunt or sucking his cock."

"Was it because of him that you decided to go in business?" Donna asked.

"Sure. I noticed the way other men looked at me and decided they'd pay for it just like the old guy."

"So you were just fifteen when you turned pro?"

"Right. One guy took me to an apartment and had me do a blow job for him, then he offered to set me up in a real business. I'd go to this apartment every day after school and he'd have the Johns lined up for me. Some days I'd take on as many as seven or eight guys, either fucking or sucking them off. Some nights I'd go home with so much cream in my belly that I wasn't hungry and couldn't eat. My old woman would get mad and say I was stealing snacks after school. I guess she'd have flipped if she'd guessed I was sucking up liquid steak from all those cocks."

The two laughed at that, then Kelly told Donna of other experiences.

"There's this guy who brings me to his home. He likes to have both me and his wife spank him and do anything and everything we can to make him cry and squirm. He likes to be humiliated and we give him all he wants. His wife likes it as much as I do. What she likes most is to make him lie naked on the bathroom floor and we both squat and piss all over him. After we're finished, she makes him clean up the floor while we call him every filthy name we can think of."

"Does he fuck you?" Donna asked.

"No. For kicks, she and I go down on each other and every time he gets a rod on and wants to stick it in a cunt, she makes him pull himself off. I've seen him jerk off as many as three times in one evening if we humiliated him enough."

"I'd really like to get involved in something like that," Donna sighed.

"You'll find plenty of exciting deals of your own, dear, but I'll tell this gal about you and perhaps she will invite you some evening when I go there. I don't think they'd pay you, but I think you'd enjoy doing it for nothing."

"You're so right. Gee, I just tremble all over at the thought of squatting on a man and pissing all over him. Do you pee on his face as well?"

"You bet. That's where he likes it most. You'd be surprised how many people like the pee game. Once a guy paid me a big tip to piss right in his mouth. He drank it all without spilling a drop and it got him so excited that he jerked off while he was drinking."

"I've just got to meet him or someone like him one of these days," Donna said with a little squeal of excitement. "I'm going out of my mind at the thought of fitting my crotch right over some guy's mouth and pissing in him. I guess I thought that being a pro only meant fucking mostly. Now that I hear of all the rest, I just can't wait to get started."

"Fucking is only the beginning in our business dear," the older woman assured her. Given your wild are destined to be a very happy, dedicated whore. Now lie back and open your legs. Something tells me you're in the perfect mood to have your cunt lapped and I'm in the perfect mood to look after that little detail for you."

With a sigh, Donna lay back and opened her legs. Kelly greedily lapped her until she climaxed strongly.