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Ladies Of The Night (MFF Mythology)
by Mystery Woman (mystery-woman@e247.com)
***
Belinda looked at the middle-age man sitting across from her
in his car; he was slightly overweight, with balding grey
hair, penetrating dark eyes that now had a gleam of sexual
lust. They were parked in a deserted alleyway, off the
streets of San Francisco's sex-and-sin district; it was a
common spot for business transactions, providing the john
couldn't afford a motel room.
"So mister, pay first, service second. You know the drill?"
"Yeah, sure do. You girls getting younger every day, you
don't look hardly legal."
"I'm seventeen," she lied, being only sixteen. "Show me the
money, huh?" Belinda wiggled around, trying to pull the hem
of her black leather mini-skirt down a little. Her long,
slender legs in the fish-net stockings were cramped in the
car, and the tall high-heels were killing her feet. But she
did feel the slightest tingle of sexual anticipation ... she
loved the power of hooking, how she could get the johns
nearly helpless with her highly skilled expertise.
The john leaned forward, reached out to tentatively touch
her long red wavy hair, studying her creamy complexion, the
wide green eyes. "You a doll, you know it? Let me see your
titties, just a glimpse, then I'll give you the cash."
Belinda sighed, as if put upon, but lifted her tightly-
fitted leather top, letting her full, bounteous breasts
spill forward, always braless. The cool night air hit her
naked skin, made her nipples erect and she saw the john's
eyes widen, his lips part, the tip of his tongue appear,
almost drooling with anticipation. She quickly pulled the
top back down, said, "Where's the cash, and we'll get down
to it. You ready, huh?"
He groaned, put a hand to his crotch, where he rubbed the
massive erection bulging between his legs, pressing against
his zippered crotch. "You got it. I want it." He pulled his
wallet out, said, "Here you go, twenty bucks, right?"
"You just want a blow job, that all? Cause more, it'll cost
you." Belinda felt her pussy throb, her cunt getting wet;
this was her first trick of the night, and contrary to what
some pros said about not being aroused, she always felt the
high of arousal ... but perhaps it was more from the
powerful hold she had over the man than the actual sex. She
loved knowing she was in control...and for one brief moment,
she had a flashback to her helplessness as her step-dad had
first raped her, when she was only twelve. Shaking her head
to rid it of the image, she vowed she'd NEVER be powerless
again!
The john was holding out the cash with one hand, and
unzipping with the other, his erection springing out, rigid
and exposed. She took the cash, stuffed it in her tiny
purse, then slid over close to the man, letting her hand
reach for his hard-on, putting a finger at the tip where
pre-cum oozed. He groaned, said, "Oooh, that feels damn
good. I want you to suck me off good. Wife never will,
thinks it's...disgusting. Hey baby, you ever seen such a big
one?"
Belinda tossed her hair over her shoulder, leaned forward,
her hand grasping his hot, throbbing flesh...beginning to
manipulate it slowly, making the oozing wetness increase
from the sensitive tip. The man stopped her from moving
down, his hand on her chin, asking, "Can I...kiss you? You
so beautiful, baby-flesh almost..."
She shook her head adamantly, said firmly, "Nope. No
kissing, no fondling of my body, that'll cost more. Just a
blow job, that's our deal."
He asked, "How much more would it cost...?"
"Twenty more for fondling my body, fifty for full nakedness,
the kissing, if we take more than thirty minutes, it goes
up." Belinda loved this, the feeling of control, her hand
stroking him and yet knowing that she controlled the timing,
making him hunger and ache for more. She suddenly removed
her hand, and he gasped, letting her chin go, leaning back,
begging, "Just do it, suck me...that's what I want, all I
can afford."
She leaned down, her mouth making shocking contact with his
thick, throbbing erection, tilting her head so that it
stayed clear of the steering wheel, now licking the cock-
tip, tonguing the ridge beneath, making him lift his hips
slightly, groan and grunt, exclaim, "Jesus Christ, that's
damn good!"
Belinda teased him for a moment, building his excitement,
feeling how the head swelled almost to bursting beneath her
skilled manipulations, hearing him grunting and thrusting
up, wanting her to take it fully into her mouth. She
stalled, licking and caressing his erection, up and down the
long, thick shaft, feeling his excitement making her excited
too; she wished she could touch her teeming pussy, but
instead she felt the contact of the narrow g-string she wore
beneath her bikini panties riding into her crotch, teasing
her clit and she began to sway slightly, feeling the motion
make her hot. Suddenly she devoured the man's massive
erection, her mouth swallowing him as deeply as possible,
shoving the head into her throat as she angled her head to
capture him fully. He rose up, giving a deep, guttural cry
and began to fuck her face, his voice rough as he urged,
"Fuck it, fuck me with your mouth, suck it baby, yeah!"
She fucked him, her mouth going up and down, working harder
and harder to make his ride fast, faster and he bucked
beneath her, rising and falling, his breathing coming
quickly now, rasping and speechless as she consumed him, her
mouth meeting his crotch-hair, swallowing and making her
throat close over his hard erection, feeling the swelling,
his imminent moment of engorgement, then the hot, salty cum
starting to shoot into her throat, loads of it, some
dribbling back into her mouth, out over her lips. He was
climaxing hard, his whole body rigid, his pelvis lifted
forward, her head pressing against the steering wheel, but
she brought him off totally, sucking and sucking for the
last drop, then slowly rising from him as his penis began to
go slack.
He was still stunned from the pleasure, his body beginning
to relax, but his eyes were on her face as she licked the
cum off her lips, swallowing it. She felt her pussy
throbbing for release, but tried to put it aside, not
wanting to let go in front of the john. She grinned, said,
"I work this corner weekends, maybe we'll do this again."
The man's eyes were glazed with lust as he nodded, saying in
a whipped voice, "Jesus, I never had a better blow job. You
give good head, damn sure do. Yeah, I'll look for you again.
Want to give me your name?"
She said simply, "Belinda." Then slipped from the car,
leaned back in the window, said, "I am on the corner at
dark, Friday, Saturday nights."
Then seeing the man's leering gaze at her, she knew she had
him ‘hooked.' He'd be back, a regular. And that was
what she wanted, depended upon.
* * * *
The night was cool, foggy, a typical San Francisco night,
and Broadway was alive with the decadent, dark sexuality
that thrived in murky bars, neon lights, skin shows and
secluded alleyways. Belinda stood for a few moments on her
corner, seeing another gal on the next block, a hooker with
bleached blond hair and voluptuous curves clad in red,
crotch-riding short-shorts and revealing red lace bikini
top. She'd noticed the gal several nights ago, no doubt new.
Belinda thought back to when she'd only been here a week,
how she'd had to stake out her territory ... after arriving
at the bus depot and being propositioned by a Cuban pimp.
Getting around him hadn't been easy, but she'd managed fine.
She was tough, street-wise, having run away from home at
fourteen (after her step-dad had fucked her regularly from
the first time at twelve). She always carried a concealed
switch-blade, and a razorblade sewn inside her leather
skirt. Belinda had prided herself on staying alive and safe;
she didn't do drugs, and never allowed a pimp to own her.
One day, she wanted to get out of this life...
"You having a good night?"
Belinda turned at the sound of the smooth, seductive female
voice to see a tall, raven-haired woman peering at her. She
had not heard the approach of footsteps, and was
puzzled...but sometimes the fog did muffle noises. "It's
slow," she said, wondering if this was competition?
The woman moved in front of her, and Belinda saw that she
was dressed elegantly, but provocatively ... had on a calf-
length, form-fitting suede skirt that was split up the side
to reveal a flash of her shapely leg. A brown blouse with a
high collar set off her pale, pale face...red-lipsticked
full lips that were smiling beneath dark, piercing eyes
studying her. Something about the woman made her uneasy, and
she asked, "I don't believe I've seen you around?"
"No, I don't work the streets. Not anymore." The woman
lifted a hand, gestured vaguely. "Seedy, this neighborhood.
Wouldn't you like something better?"
Belinda went on alert: Was this a pimp's proposal through a
hooker? But as if reading her mind the woman said in the
smooth voice, "I am not working for a pimp. I run a high-
class call girl service, and I've seen you around. You could
join us, have it a lot better."
Shaking her head, Belinda stated, "Nope. Not me. I work for
no one, just myself."
"It's not exactly what you're thinking. You get to keep ALL
your profits. It's just a place to work, have space for the
johns." She smiled again. "Much better clientele, better
earnings too."
That did interest Belinda. She looked closely at the woman;
there was something still vaguely disturbing about her ...
almost a strange glow surrounding her presence. And that
ghastly white makeup...it made her face seem almost
ghoulish. But perhaps it was something she did to attract
certain johns.
Belinda said, "I'm listening."
The woman replied, "My name is Rowan. Why don't you come on
over and take a look at our place, see what you think." She
hesitated, staring deeply into Belinda's eyes, and for a
moment, it was as if Belinda was transfixed. "No obligation,
just a visit."
Oddly, Belinda found herself nodding, agreeing and starting
to trail the woman down the street, where a snazzy black
Jaquar was parked. As they got into the expensive car,
Belinda thought that if Rowan made the kind of money to
afford this car, then perhaps she WAS interested in this
offer, after all.
* * * *
When they pulled up to one of the magnificent Victorian
houses in the exclusive hillside neighborhood of Pacific
Heights, Belinda was even more impressed. She followed Rowan
up the sidewalk, across the porch, into the
house...glittering with restored grandeur.
Stunned, Belinda stood just inside the door, gaping at the
high-ceilings and gleaming hardwood floors, the collection
of antique furniture, burnished brass and curving stairway
that led up to a second floor. Off to her left was a closed
door, but she could hear subtle laughter, guttural groans
and noises that suggested sexual activities. On her right
was an open door, through which she could see several
beautiful, well-dressed young women lounging around on
velvet-sofas and armchairs.
Rowan invited her along the hallway, then into a small room
at the back of the house; it was more modest, seeming to be
an office with desk, bookshelves, computer, file cabinets.
Gesturing to a chair, Rowan said, "Sit down a minute, and
we'll discuss the details. I assume you like what you've
seen so far?"
Belinda nodded, feeling trashy in her street-hooking outfit.
She tried to feign a callus attitude, but feared it wasn't
working. As she sat in the chair, she noticed that there was
a sudden change in Rowan ... her face became a little more
animated, and she leaned very close to Belinda, inhaling, as
if to capture her scent. She put a cool finger on Belinda's
cheek, asking, "You are aroused, yes?"
And it was true, Belinda's arousal from earlier had not
entirely abated. And the blunt remark had the effect of
making her clit throb convulsively. Unable to deny it, she
nodded, then felt the cool fingertip trace her lips as Rowan
knelt down, very close to her, and asked in a husky voice,
"Ever been with a woman?"
Shaking her head, Belinda thought back to how she'd always
wondered what it would be like ... and some of the johns had
often requested a threesome, her and another woman with
them. But she had not trusted any other female hooker, so
had never had that experience. "Uh, I...never really had the
opportunity."
Rowan smiled that suggestive smile, running the tip of her
red tongue over her full lips, saying, "Ah, then you have no
objection?"
Suddenly Belinda wondered if THAT was the purpose of
this...a pickup, a trick for Rowan with her? She blurted
out, "No...but is that why you brought me here, you want to
be with me?"
Rowan shook her head, said, "Not exactly." She paused,
leaned even closer, so close her warm breath touched
Belinda's face. "But I find you very desirable and
delicious. Here, we service the males, but in our...free
time, we indulge our desires for lesbian appetites."
Belinda felt her face getting hot, but her pussy was
steaming. She imagined what it might be like to have sex
with this cool, aloof raven-haired older woman...and that
made her almost tremble with anticipation. Strangely, she
felt incredibly attracted to Rowan ... but in more than just
a purely sexual, physical way. It was as if the woman had a
powerful, almost hypnotic allure...especially as she stared
steadily into Belinda's eyes. Mesmerized, Belinda was unable
to move. And oddly, she knew that she was not in control
with this woman ... but her very helplessness increased her
lustful craving.
When Rowan reached forward, one hand cupping Belinda's
sensitive breast, a spark of fire leapt between them.
Belinda heard herself beg, "Oh yes, touch me, please!"
Rowan lifted the tight-fitted leather top, pulling it over
Belinda's head, and leaving her naked to the waist.
Belinda's full, swollen breasts stood out prominently, the
nipples achingly hard, and she thrust her body forward,
crying, "Touch me, please!"
Rowan's dark eyes never left Belinda's, holding her
spellbound as Rowan moved forward, her mouth going to the
erect nipples, starting to tease, nibble, and then suck in
the hard orbs, licking and sucking, making Belinda strain
forward and arch her body into Rowan's embrace. They stood,
and were face-to-face, Rowan's hand at the back of Belinda's
neck, urging her forward and their mouths met, began to
kiss, lips opening, tongues mingling, the kiss deepening as
Belinda moaned, pressing her body into Rowan's, eager and
burning with need. She begged between kisses, "God, help me,
I've never...been....I need it, need something, touch
me...ohhh, touch me down there, please!"
And then, suddenly, Rowan pulled away, only her cool
fingertips lingering on Belinda's tight, hard nipples.
"Soon, very soon. For now, you must follow me upstairs.
Come, come..."
Trancelike, Belinda followed Rowan out of the office, along
the hallway, up the winding stairway...totally unaware of
the two young women who came out of the large room and
trailed along after them as they went toward a bedroom along
the second floor corridor. The women had an evil, sinful
gleam in their lust-glazed eyes, their lips parted to reveal
sharp, lethal fangs...
* * * *
Belinda barely noticed the cavernous bedroom lit with
candles. It was as if she felt luminous all through her
body, afire, trembling with a searing sexual heat that made
her willing to follow helplessly. She'd been aroused with
the john earlier, but had never felt this peculiar weakness
for surrender; all she wanted was to be with Rowan, to have
the voluptuous older woman possess her, to do her bidding.
Rowan remained close to Belinda, leading her across the
oriental carpet, holding her damp hand, squeezing it
reassuringly, stroking the palm and saying, "Yes, come, come
to the throne of desire, where you will fall beneath my
spell, bewitched."
Massive, ponderous antique furniture, a dresser, wardrobe,
long sofa, wingchairs were arranged against the rose-
patterned wallpaper, shadows flickering from the many
candles. At the far end sat an enormous oaken poster-bed
with carved lion's features at top and bottom, a sheer
burgundy fabric obscuring the bed. Rowen went forward,
pulled back the material, showing Belinda that the purple
satin sheets were turned back, ready for them.
Entranced, Belinda stood there motionless. Yet she was so
wet that she felt the flow on her leg, running from her
cunt; and with each of Rowan's touches, a light press of
hand, a finger on her lips...she was so near climax that she
could barely contain it. She managed to ask, "What do
you...want of me?"
Rowan leaned forward, took both her swollen breasts in her
hands, lightly cupping and kneading them, bringing tears of
pleasure to Belinda's eyes. Rowan's fingertips playing with
the erect nipples, feather-light touches, the merest hint of
pressure and then retreating. Belinda moaned, rolling her
eyes in her head, nearly faint with desire...she'd never
experienced anything remotely like this.
Rowan told her to close her eyes, and then Belinda felt
hands undressing her, pulling her tight skirt down over her
hips, whispery voices all around her, making her curious.
But she kept her eyes shut, for Rowan said, "Don't peek,
now, just stay still, lovely, innocent one. Soon we shall
pleasure you beyond measure."
When she was pressed back, then down on the cool satin
sheets, Belinda sank into the soft mattress without
resistance. Then there were more whispery noises, the low
hum of female voices, the swish of fabric, perhaps clothing
being removed...and then, Belinda felt the moist, sweet
sensation of sucking at her breasts. Opening her eyes, she
saw Rowan astraddle of her naked body, thin, strong thighs
on either side of her, slender white, nude body lowered over
her own, mouth open, sucking on her engorged breasts, tongue
licking, licking and flicking around her painfully hard
nipples.
"Ooooh," Belinda moaned, "that makes me...need..."
Rowan raised up, stared into her eyes, concluding, "need to
be touched on your sex."
"God yes!" Belinda writhed, her body lifting, her flat
stomach making contact with Rowan's shaved pussy, the
swollen clit red with fiery tenderness. For a moment, Rowen
rubbed it against Belinda's flesh, her eyes staring with an
intent, but abstracted vision. Gradually, Belinda realized
that Rowan was not getting the same pleasure as she
was...but it didn't matter, all she wanted was to surrender,
to be conquered.
As if reading her thoughts, Rowan suddenly lay flat atop
her, breasts to breasts, and rubbed her body...suggestively
humping, their mounds striking, making Belinda cry out with
passionate ecstasy. She was on the very verge of climax,
when Rowan moved off her, getting up, leaving the bed.
Stunned, Belinda sat up, her hand going automatically to her
aching clit, about to rub it, to masturbate when Rowan
commanded harshly, "No. Don't touch yourself!"
Belinda stopped, going utterly still. Then she became aware
of the other women, two on either side of the bed, staring
raptly at her. One was a beautiful young blonde; the other
was a thin, severe-featured brunette. Rowan said, "These
girls live here too, and they want to welcome you."
Again, Belinda was shocked at the thrill of excitement that
pulsated through her body; it was extremely erotic, sitting
there naked and aroused, seeing the women's eyes devouring
her with their hungry gaze. "I'll do...whatever you want."
Rowan told her to lie down, spread her legs, and then
commanded the blonde, "Nicole, lie down beside her," which
she did, getting very close, her cool skin against the hot,
sensitive skin of Belinda. The other girl, who Rowan called
‘Lela' did the same on the other side of her. At
Rowan's command, the girls began to stroke and fondle
Belinda, bringing her instantly to a fever-pitch of
intensity. She could hardly breathe, only moan and beg for
one of them to touch her aching, swollen clit that protruded
from her red bush. The slippery wetness between her legs
felt like gushing rapids, and Nicole kept dipping a finger
in it, then slathering moisture up and down her inner
thighs...driving Belinda mad with prolonged arousal.
All at once, Rowan started blowing out the candles; within
moments, the room was almost entirely in darkness. Belinda's
eyes could not adjust to the darkness, and she was at the
mercy of the fingers and hands, the mouths moving over her
nude body, realizing that these women were so abnormally
cool-skinned...wondering why they weren't as hot, lathered
with sweat, as frenzied as she was. Her breasts felt so
painfully swollen, the nipples sore from the constant
sucking, licking...but then, as she begged again for
release, she felt something hard at her crotch, something
certainly NOT of human flesh. It felt rubbery, stiff, and
damp, a round tip...trying to see, Belinda could only make
out shadowy forms of the women, a spill of moonlight from
parted curtains illuminating the bed.
Rowan's voice came then, close to her ear. "Close your eyes,
just feel this, it makes it so much better in the dark."
Belinda did so, and lay very still, while her whole body
ached with the tremendous, tumultuous sensations of
exquisite arousal. She felt her breasts being suckled again,
and thought it was Rowan there now...her nipples were drawn,
pulled, kissed, sucked, licked and then, bitten lightly,
which hurt at first...but then, gave her intense pleasure.
The pain increased though, and she felt the other two
kissing her all over, their tongues running up and down the
length of her body. One girl was down between her legs, and
oh God, now moving up, up, tongue at the tip of her budding,
throbbing clit... Belinda screamed, "Oh please, please do
it!"
The blissful feeling of the tongue on her clit, the stroking
up and down, up and down started...it nearly drove her mad,
the sheer pleasure of that first touch, and she arched up
off the bed, crying out, "Fuck me, fuck me, please!"
At that moment, the rigid instrument was inserted into her
cunt in one hard, swift move that brought a wild, searing,
flooding pleasure all through her; she bucked forward,
pressed down, wanting it as deep as possible. Vaguely, she
was aware of her breasts still being suckled, her nipples
bitten...and then, a piercing pain beneath one breast, which
almost took her breath away. But before she could protest,
the pain melted into a kind of savage stimulus, shattering
her with its beautiful rapture. Her mind went into a spin,
and all sensations were intensified a thousand times, the
probing rod in her cunt felt enormous, filling her with
glorious, rapturous spasms as she felt it plunging in and
out, the biting on her nipples felt like excruciating
pinpoints of ecstasy, her body one flowing, melting volcano
of tormented bliss. The eruption of pain and pleasure
blotted out all thought, and she was lost to the moment of
intensity...a feeling of surging, singing wildness flooded
her mind with visions of dark skies and flickering
starlight.
Rising up off the bed, she felt her climax begin in the
depth of her being, spreading outward, lifting her and
pounding her, pulling and tugging her higher, higher ... the
hands, the mouths, the lips, the tongues all over her,
licking, caressing, doing vulgar things down there, fingers
rubbing her clit as she soared and screamed of mind-numbing
rapture. Obliquely, she saw through half-closed eyes that
Rowan was lying atop her, her mouth beneath the pained
breast, clinging to her as if for life itself. An alien fear
mingled with her wild ecstasy, but it only served to revive
the dying climax; another started, blossoming and flowering
through her clit, throughout her pelvis, her body, a finger
still stroking and provoking yet another and another climax,
bringing her off again and again, the long, hard object
still inserted and being moved slowly, slowly in and out as
she came repeatedly.
She lost count of the multi-orgasms, had never known she was
capable of such fantastic feats of endurance, repeated
climaxes battering her body, her clit atremble with
readiness, over and over...into near oblivion. She was
getting so weak, her body still pulsating with the painful
orgasms...but she was close to fainting when finally Rowan
lifted her head away from her breast, and moved back.
Rowan's face was deep in shadow, and Belinda was too
exhausted to see the glinting evil satisfaction of satiated
blood lust...the red droplets still clinging to her full,
ripe lips as she whispered, "Rest now, my love. Soon you
will be one of us...ladies of the night."
* * * *
Sometimes later that night, Belinda awoke to the feeling of
light caresses over her nude body. Before she could think
straight, she was highly aroused again, her sex stimulated,
swollen between her legs. She began to beg for touch down
there, for she felt as if an orgasm was close. But again,
she was denied.
Daring to open her eyes, Belinda could barely see in the dim
moonlight...but finally realized that Rowan was suckling at
her breast again. Beside her, she also felt the form of the
two girls; they must have all fallen asleep, and then awoke
to seduce her yet again. Giving in to the ecstasy coursing
through her body, she let them fondle and caress
her...suddenly feeling the hard object teasing at her cunt.
She spread her legs, begging for it, and the object slid in
smoothly, filling her emptiness...as the hands moved over
her sensitive skin, making her body tremble with near
convulsive stimulation.
The piercing pain came again beneath her breast, at the same
instant as her other breast nipple was bitten hard; the
wild, keening pain hit her, but then it suddenly turned into
that misty, dreamy floating sensation. The carnal
manipulations continued, tongues licking between her thighs,
all the way to her feet, her toes being sucked, and all the
time, climax so near she could hardly endure the need to
relieve it. When finally a touch fell upon her clit, she
bucked up high, started to cum hard, her body almost
convulsing with orgasmic spasms, over and over, one after
the other until she couldn't make a sound, only succumb to
the battering orgasms that crashed through her body.
When at last Rowan took her mouth away from Belinda's
breast, she went up to her lips, saying, "Taste this, love,
it will make you feel strong again."
At the first sip of blood, a powerful burst of rapture
revived Belinda; she felt it course through her body,
renewing her energy, vibrating hotly in her clit, climax
thrilling her again, and again, each of Rowan's kisses
deeper, her tongue going into her mouth, down deeper,
sealing her fate...as Belinda's body rose up, up to meet
Rowan's thirst to possess her. Heart fluttering, eyes
unfocused, Belinda looked through a veil of shadow as Rowan
lifted her head, then went down, down...her long, snakelike,
forked tongue flicking out to enflame Belinda's swollen,
thick clit. At the first touch, Belinda screamed out, louder
and louder, "Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me with it, pleaaaase fuck
me, tongue me...do it, do it, do it!"
The hard object was withdrawn from Belinda's cunt
immediately, and the two women left the bed. The moment of
transformation was at hand.
Rowan's forked tongue ran into Belinda's cunt, deep, deeper
until Rowan's mouth was pressed against Belinda's wet,
saturated mound; she began to fuck her, running it in and
out, in and out. The two girls were beside the bed now, one
kneeling between the other's legs, her forked tongue deep in
her cunt, fucking the same way Rowan and Belinda were doing
on the bed.
The bedroom became suffused in an ethereal glow, a bluish
vapor, the women's moans and impassioned coupling noises
rising eerily into the night. Downstairs, the men being
entertained in an orgy by the other prostitutes lifted their
eyes upward, wondering what in hell was going on
upstairs...as the ladies of the night greedily eyed their
victims.
The End
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