DOGGY STYLE! LITTER-ALLY!

The slut look eventually has to go. I can replace it with the high-class call girl look. Black slinky dresses, with pearls. Or diamonds. A sexy look, but very sophisticated. No mini-skirt. The hem must hit an inch above the knee. It will show off my legs without flaunting them. Yeah. And ugh to the mesh stockings! Silk.

And that wig! My own hair will look much better, once I stop wearing it in that stupid semi-bun. I'll have it cut and styled to where it hangs down in the back to just a few inches below my shoulders. Oh, yeah, I like that look.

I'll have to do some research to find some fantastic high-society call girl looks. I'll hit the fashion archives of the best magazines for that. It'll be fun copying what I consider to be hot, hot, but very laid back looks. Great fun!

Oooh, I can research sex, too! Learn all I can on sucking and fucking. Even anal. And maybe even anal licking, too. I'll have to organize it all, in binders and on my PC. It'll be like college again! Suck and fuck 101!

Why not? Why shouldn't I become the world's greatest call girl? Oooh, I need a new name! Lana Lick doesn't cut it. I know . . . Lana Lure! Rolls off the tongue, just like Marilyn Monroe. Lana Lure. The greatest slut cunt whore in the business of pleasing men. Lana Lure. The Lana Lure, the sexy and sophisticated Lana Lure.

The same Lana Lure who rules the night . . .

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AN HOUR LATER, a thought hit her. She went and got the tape, the film tape that some moron she had dated a few times had given her. The big dodo had handed it to her on their breakup dinner. He must have known the split was coming, and had planned for it. As he stood up from the table, he tossed the tape down, and said, "Here! Watch this, bitch, it might make you less frigid!" He then left in a huff, conveniently forgetting to pay his half of the tab.

She hit Play on the VCR, and a moment later saw the name John Holmes come onto the screen. He was the star, she guessed. A moment later, her eyes almost popped out of her head. Holmes had a cock on him that reminded her of old Henry, but it looked even longer. Just seeing it brought in a flood of very recent memories. And made her pussy slicken up. She moved her hand down to between her legs. And rubbed.

As she watched some woman sucking on it, this big monster Holmes cock, and not being able to take the whole thing, she said to the screen, "Honey, move over, and I'll show you how it's done!" She giggled, and fingered herself some more. Wiggy just sat on the carpet, and stared at her.

A short while later, she watched Holmes' ass as it moved up and down, with his big cock only halfway in the woman. Some porn star, she thought, you could take a lesson or two from Henry, you schnook. But his fucking of the woman on the small screen was turning her on. She fingered her now sopping wet pussy some more, increased the speed, and the pressure. She was close, and she knew it.

Then John Holmes pushed Laura over the edge, by pulling his cock out of the woman, and spilling a large cum load onto her belly and breasts. The mere sight of the cum made Laura feel as if she could taste it. She licked her lips, and did taste it! Way back in her throat, and with each swallow of her saliva.

Cum, she now realized, had great staying power.

Just as she was cumming, Wiggy jumped up and joined her on the couch. "Ooooh, Wiggy, Wiggy, Wiggy, your slut cunt whore mistress is cumming a good one, ooh, Wig, a really good one . . . "

"To sleep, perchance to dream?"

The End.
"From my mind, to your mind!"