George and the Debt Pt. 05

Pager Update : Debs has been double penetrated and watched her hypnotised daughter Chrissy, in her alter-ego as Angel the Streetwalker, being taken by Anton. Georgina has given her first blowjob to a man. : Update Ends

Half an hour after Anton had left two pagers chimed. Debs' pager said...

Back to work. Your client will be there at 10pm. I know you're tired from this afternoon but he deserves a good service so you will give him what he wants.

Georgina's pager, once she'd found it at the bottom of her handbag, said...

Do not eat. You are going out on a date which will involve a meal. Make sure he's happy, he's an important client. Wear blue, it's his favourite colour and meet him on the steps of the Railway Hotel at 8pm.

Chrissy's pager remained silent so she went to her room to think. Her mum showered and then her... dad... took his turn while she sat thinking. The fact that he'd said 'see you soon' made her think it would be Anton himself who would break her in, like a horse being trained to take a rider. Or, more accurately she thought, a young woman being groomed to accept lovers chosen for her by someone else. But at least once she'd been taken by Anton then she could go for those better grades.

Half an hour later she had made up her mind. She tried to press the buttons on the pager but her hands were shaking with nerves. She hit the YES button too soon...

Error: No active choice at this time.

She tried again, but she pressed the question mark before the YES instead of at the same time and all the device showed were her last instructions. The ones that told her to say at home that afternoon. Finally she managed both at exactly the same moment...

Request for work received. Please wait, instructions will follow shortly.

And a minute later it chimed...

Dress for bed and stand with your mother when she opens the door to her client at 10pm. Your client will accompany him. Entertain your client until breakfast. No refusals. And tidy your room. It looks like a pigsty!

This sounded a bit strange. Why would Anton refer to himself as 'your client'? But she'd done it now, no point crying over spilt milk. After tea she retreated to her room and spent an hour tidying. She couldn't work out how Anton had seen the inside of her bedroom, but perhaps he hadn't. Possibly her mother had mentioned it was a bit untidy. At about 7pm a taxi bipped its horn outside and, looking out of the window, she watched her dad getting in to go to his date. His legs... sorry her legs, she thought, are really rather good looking.

At a quarter to ten she joined her mother in the living room. They didn't say much. Her mother did mumble something about not fighting it, go with the flow, it'll be more comfortable, being a whore can be quite nice really. Then the doorbell went and the advice stopped. Her mum opened the door. Two men were standing there. The first man was in his twenties and very handsome. He spoke first...

"Debbie?" he asked.

"Yes," said her mum.

"Oh good," said the handsome man, and he took her mum's hand and almost dragged her upstairs. A few seconds later the door to the master bedroom slammed shut.

The second man stepped forward.

"Chrissy?" he asked.

"Er... yes," she replied, apalled with what she was seeing.

"Bloody good show!" the man replied, entered the living room, and shut the door behind him. He then grabbed Chrissy and showered her face with wet, slobbery, kisses, finishing with a long French kiss.

He was, perhaps, in his fifties. Chrissy found it hard to gauge the ages of people over thirty, they all looked terribly old to her. He was overweight, that was certain, and he had a pock-marked and wrinkled face with a bulbous nose. Someone had told her that a swollen nose, like the one that was rubbing against her, was a sign of alcoholism, but she couldn't remember who and her mind sought relief from the sight in front of her by trying to remember who it was who'd told her that fact.

"You can call me Owen," said the man. He put his arm around her waist and started for the stairs.

"Er... would you like a drink?" asked Chrissy. Perhaps, she thought, I can get him to stay down here for an hour or so, put off the moment when she would have to get undressed in front of this ugly man.

The man pulled a hip flask out of his expensive suit and waved it at her, "Brought my own," he grinned and stomped up the stairs.

Chrissy had no option but to go with him, wondering how he knew the way to her bedroom. Inside he started to strip, without saying a word to her, and threw his clothes on the floor. Hell, thought Chrissy, I've just spent hours tidying that. As the clothes came off her disgust at his body grew. She cursed Anton for this mean trick but then she realised it was a test.

She knew she would have been happy to fuck Anton, if he had asked, because he was her new employer. Because he was quite attractive. And because he had a certain mystique as a gangster. And she could have pretended that the younger man - the one her mother was currently fucking - was a date with a slightly older guy that she'd decided to go all the way with. Owen was neither of these, he was an ugly, unfit, overweight, over the hill, man who just happened to have enough money to afford to pay for sex. And the test was... could she fuck him? If she could then she could fuck pretty much anyone.

Which is presumably what Anton wants, she thought.

Owen had finished stripping and flung back the bedclothes. Then he looked around the room, clearly searching for something. He strode over to the thermostat on the wall and fiddled with it. Chrissy kept her bedroom cool but Owen seemed to prefer warmth, he turned it up as high as it would go. He then flopped onto the bed, grunted with satisfaction, and, holding the sheets open, invited Chrissy to join him.

"Do a strip, lass, and jump in," he said. "But don't take too much time over it, I'm gettin' cold 'ere." And, as she moved about the room uncertain just how to do a striptease, he leant out of the bed, took a couple of blue pills from the pocket of his trousers and washed them down with a good slug from his hip flask.

Chrissy stared at her bed. It was a large single. Lots of space for one person to sleep. But only just enough space for two. When she got in there would be nowhere to hide, no way to put even the smallest distance between them. But what was the point of trying to put this off, she thought. I'm fucked, might as well get on with being fucked. She lifted off her nightdress over her head, doing it in stages to reveal her legs, then her crotch, her tummy, and finally her breasts. Then letting it fall to the floor. Bracing herself she slipped into bed beside Owen.

"That's better, lass," he said. "You've got a great figure on you. You got a gap all the way up those fine legs to your cunt. That's unusual these days wi' the trend to fat thighs and big bums. I like to see a gap like that, means nothing is going to get in the way of fucking you."

She turned away from him, putting her back up against him, and waited. His hands engulfed her, pulling her to him, she could feel his hairy legs rubbing up against the back of her thighs, and his chest hairs against her shoulder. Wet kisses were slobbered onto her shoulders and neck as his hands probed between her thighs. His fingers were rough workman's fingers with callouses and damaged nails, perhaps he was a builder or something. He pushed two fingers between her plump labial lips and on, into her vagina, curling them inside her as if to catch and hold her. She felt like a fish on a hook, being dragged to the riverbank to lay gasping for breath. His other hand, denied action once the first had covered her cunt, moved up to crush her breasts and squeeze her nipples.

I suppose this counts as foreplay, she thought, but at least he's not shoving that cock in me. She'd caught glimpses of it when Owen undressed. What she had seen was stubby and rather gnarled and wrinkled. It was like a piece of ancient root, twisted, covered with rough bark, but still sucking nutrients from the dark soil. She could feel it now between her buttocks. It had grown and was hot against her and, from time to time, it twitched with his desire.

"Reet lass," Owen breathed into her ear. "Time to go for it. Your mum's already taking me son's cock."

It was true that her mother's moans could be heard through the bedroom wall. But what shocked Chrissy more was the revelation that the man giving her mother such evident pleasure was Owen's son. She'd thought the two men were unrelated. Perhaps meeting for the first time on the doorstep. Mere comrades in the quest for paid sex. But it was now clear that Father and son had come to the house together and both knew the other was there to get sex. There was little time to think about this fact as Owen shifted his bulk in the bed, rolled Chrissy until she was on her back, and pressed his knees between her legs.

"Open up lass," he said. "Spread 'em wide. Don't make me tell Anton you refused me. That wouldn't go down well."

His stomach was sagging over her, touching Chrissy's abdomen, and his knees were trying to force her thighs apart. His hands were holding her forearms down onto the bed. He dipped his face towards hers. "Are you no ready?" he said. "Wanna drink from my hip flask? It'll give you courage."

Chrissy shook her head.

"Then gi us a kiss and get your legs out of the way. I'm cummin' in!"

Next door Debs was having a wonderful time. The young man, Richard, was immensely attractive and, unusually, not at all obsessed with his own pleasure. He was currently eating her out with a passion that put all her previous clients to shame. Anton can send me more like this, she thought, I can cope with this as a lifestyle.

She had been thinking of getting in touch with her mother, of asking her advice on how to stop all this. Her mother lived in Scotland and ran a tourist shop and an occult supply business. She was, Debs knew, a witch and led a little coven of a half dozen women. They danced naked on the heather covered hills, cast spells, and had a reputation for being entirely amoral. But now Debs was being amoral too, tending towards immoral, and when she got clients like Richard she was enjoying it too much to even think of stopping.

Richard was lying on his back on the bed and Debs had been stretched out next to him at first for a series of kisses and gentle caresses. Then he had suggested she should kneel over him, hanging onto the headboard, and put her cunt over his mouth. She could see no reason to refuse him and was now groaning with pleasure as he kissed and licked her towards her rapidly rising orgasm.

Oh God, she thought, this was going to be one amazing night. And the only problem was worrying about what Chrissy was going through. She'd seen the man behind Richard. Not someone she would have chosen for her first time as an escort. Then her orgasm burst on her and she was wriggling on Richard's face, and the fate of her daughter was forgotten for a while.

Georgina was just tucking into her dessert course. Following the pager's instructions she had waited outside the Railway Hotel for her date. The hotel was an impressive building. Damcaster was, in earlier times, a significant station on the L. N. E. R. line. The London and North Eastern Railway had a major depot and construction works for locomotives and carriages at Damcaster and some of the wealth generated had been put into a grand station, and even grander hotel next door.

Her date had arrived on time and they entered the hotel. The ground floor was taken up with the Stephenson restaurant and the Railshed bar and, after a brief drink at the bar, Georgina had been taken through to the restaurant to be wined and dined before joining her client in his room.

Her client insisted she call him Monty. He was the senior partner in the most prestigious law firm in Damcaster. That of Montgomery, Standing and Flax. He was a good six inches taller than Georgina, with black hair, a well trimmed beard, and a broad smile. He was well dressed, as befitting a successful businessman, in a tuxedo. About ten years older than Georgina she thought he looked like a retired James Bond. He even wore a watch that looked like it could calculate trajectories or shoot poison darts.

Some of the couples on the other tables looked at Georgina with quizzical expressions and she guessed that her appearance wasn't yet one of a totally convincing female. But Monty seemed quite happy with her, chatting amiably as they ate their starters. He was generous too, ordering fine wine to accompany their meal.

Georgina sat and listened to Monty, his strong hands, with their hairy backs, covering her own from time to time as he leaned forward across the table. The choice of hotel and restaurant turned out not to be random for Monty was a railway buff, spending a lot of his wealth on a local vintage steam railway run by volunteers. And his anecdotes of life in the law firm, and adventures on the vintage railway, made her laugh. Then he talked about driving an 0-4-0 saddle tank engine through a snow storm to rescue some volunteers who had got themselves stuck in a snowdrift. The technical stuff went over Georgina's head in the drama of the story, but she found herself loving the passion and humour of this man.

After desert there was coffee, an Irish Coffee in Georgina's case, and Monty took her hand and led the way to the lift. His room was one of the larger suites on the fourth floor. In the lift he bent down and gently kissed her. The beard was a little tickly but she enjoyed the kiss. It sent a thrill through her body that she'd not experienced for a long time. The thrill of a first date, and the anticipation of what might follow. Though, if she was honest, she knew that there was no mystery. She was going to spend the night with this man who had paid for her company.

The corridor to Monty's room was nicely decorated, but in a very old fashioned style. Georgina remembered reading, back when she was George, that the Railway Hotel had been tastefully renovated in its original Victorian colours and decor. As they walked Monty whispered, "We are going to have so much fun. But..."

Yes, thought Georgina, there's always a but.

"But," continued Monty. "Anton tells me you're very new to this. He said you'd been prepared, and very nicely too I might add, but that you've had no experience."

"That's true, Monty," Georgina admitted, hoping this didn't mean the end of the night.

"So," said Monty, hugging her close. "We'll take it slow. And if you're having difficulty with anything you just tell me. Okay?"

"Okay," replied Georgina, grateful that Monty had not repeated Anton's mantra of 'you will obey'.

"That's good, lass," continued Monty. "I fancy you something rotten. I don't want to spoil that. I want us to be friends, genuine lovers, not just escort and punter."

I'd like that too, Georgina thought. She was having very warm feelings for Monty. So what she said out loud was, "Teach me, Monty. Teach me to love you."

Monty smiled, opened the room door and gestured for Georgina to enter.

"Ladies first," he said.

Chrissy felt Owen's knees pushing her legs apart and began to panic. "Can we have the lights off, please?" she begged.

"No lass," Owen replied. "I wanna watch your face as I take you. I'm gonna make you love this cock. I know I'm no looker but I know how to use my dick. Before tonight's out you'll be begging me for more. Begging me to stick it in you."

I doubt it, Chrissy thought, as Owen shuffled closer and pushed her legs wider. Then his cock was touching her, probing. It felt hard and she recalled boys at college who had referred to an erection as 'getting wood'. Owen's cock certainly felt hard as wood. Her mind was in a whirl. Oh God, oh God, oh God, she thought as the pressure of his cock on her cunt increased until it slid in. Only an inch but it was there. She was officially a whore.

"Oh please," she wailed. "Please... please..."

Owen was leering over her, watching her every expression. He must see I don't want this, thought Chrissy, even if I have to accept it. But Owen seemed to actually enjoy the fact she found him revolting.

"Yeh I'm gross, but you're gonna take me," said Owen. "All of me, every inch, right... now!"

He had shuffled forward while lifting his hips, cunningly making it seem as if he needed to move further forward before making his move. But it was an illusion. All he needed to do now to spear Chrissy on his cock was to swing his hips down, which he did with one long, hard push.

Taken by surprise Chrissy screamed wordlessly. The sound was muffled, cut off, by Owen bending his elbows, allowing himself to drop down onto her, and kissing her lips in a full French kiss. His hands moved from holding her arms to gripping her head, preventing her from breaking away from the kiss. She scrabbled at his back with her hands and wriggled her legs, trying to break free, but all she succeeded in doing was to rub her clitoris against him. Her clit betrayed her, sending pulses of pleasure to her mind. I am not going to enjoy this, she thought. Then, despite herself, she groaned with pleasure from a well stuffed cunt and the rubbing of her clit.

Debs was also covered by her lover. He'd been gently making love to her now for an hour. There had been plenty of short breaks, pauses in the flow, his cock still inside her, during which they had talked together as if they had been married for years. Hopes and dreams shared whilst wrapped in each other's arms. She'd learned that the man next door was his father. That they had visited many of Anton's ladies and that tonight they had been expecting to both share Debbie's bed. But a message, shortly before they set off, had told his father that he was to be with Chrissy tonight instead. Something about breaking her in, which he said, his father was very good at.

"Don't worry Debbie," he said. "You won't miss out. Once he's fucked her to sleep he'll probably join us for a while. His cock is famous on the circuit, it's well curved. When it's in you you really know it."

As he started to thrust again, elegant long thrusts with a twisting motion, Debs could not avoid thinking of this man's father, her first overnight threesome avoided only because Anton had decided her daughter was ready.

Monty offered Georgina a drink from the cabinet and then steered her to the bed. She put her handbag down and reached back to unzip her dress but Monty smiled and just sat her on the edge of the bed fully dressed. He then kissed her. Lips, neck and the parts of her shoulders that peeped from the dress. Then he knelt in front of her and kissed her cleavage. Georgina suddenly wished she had more 'up top' to offer him and made a mental note to talk to the clinic staff about how quickly her breasts would grow, and how big they would end up.

Monty then undid her high heeled shoes, first left, then right, and lifted her right foot toward his face. He stroked the foot and ankle and Georgina loved the sensations. Then he popped her big toe into his mouth and sucked. Even through the silk stocking the effect was electric. Georgina threw back her head and gasped, then groaned. It was as if her toe had a direct nerve path to her brain.

Monty sucked for a few minutes and then released her. Then he got onto the bed, loosened his tie and trouser belt, and gently pulled Georgina next to him. Then he kissed and caressed her through her dress. His hands roamed everywhere, across her back, down to her waist, and further to encompass her buttocks.

"Oh Georgina," he whispered. "You are so lovely."

The last remnants of George burned away in that embrace. She fully accepted her new life and her hands wandered in turn over Monty's hunky body. She could feel his powerful arms, his pectoral muscles, firm and strong, his taut waist, and his tight hard buttocks. Then she felt his thighs and, by degrees, lifted her fingers to his crotch.

"Monty, my darling," she said. "You are making me so randy. I want you. I want you so much."

Owen started to move and Chrissy tried to wriggle away up the bed but it was hopeless. He thrust in hard, and put his hands on her shoulders so she couldn't escape away from him. His cock was, she had to admit, giving her interesting feelings in her cunt. It was as if it was pushing against the upper wall of her vagina. Perhaps it was curved, a sort of banana shape, that would account for it. Her teen boyfriend had a slim, straight, cock and the sensations she was getting now were quite different when they fumbled about in that upstairs room at the party.

"Oh God sir," she gasped. "I'm not ready for this."

"You're long overdue, lass," replied Owen. "You've wasted a year from what I can see. But you're still tight so I suppose I should thank the gods for that."

Chrissy wondered what advantage there was to her being tight. Surely that would make sex more uncomfortable.

"Now lass," he growled in her ear. "Feel free to scream all you like 'cos I'm about to really get goin'."

Chrissy tensed up when she heard those words and Owen pulled out a little, then he was making short, sharp, hard thrusts that shook her body and made his cock delve deep inside her. She could feel he was hitting some obstruction deep inside her, and his belly was slapping against her clit.

"Yah! Argh! Oh help!", she cried. The thrusts so hard that they were squeezing tears from her eyes. "Oh please, not so hard. Oh you're so mean! Ow! Ow! Ooooh!"

It was obvious to Chrissy, after five minutes of this abuse, that Owen wasn't going to stop and she gave up complaining. His thrusts pushed a groan out of her each time, and was accompanied by a grunt from him. Soon he began to sweat and it dripped from him onto her face. After ten minutes he looked tired and stopped for a bit to lick her breasts. The licking was slow laps followed by him biting her nipples, then he started thrusting again. Despite the disgust he evoked Chrissy could feel her body starting to respond, a warmth between her thighs signalling that she was going to respond to him.

After another ten minutes of this she was aware that only a little more would result in her cumming. Owen seemed to recognise this fact and speeded up, his hot breath hitting her face in gusts. Then, suddenly, her body betrayed her, she was cumming.

Oh no no no, she thought, but what she said was, "Aaargh shit... oh that's so good... oh you bastard you've made me cum so hard!"

Owen paused while she struggled under him, then picked up one of her pillows. Oh God, she thought, he's going to kill me. He's a serial killer and I'm going to be his next victim.

He didn't kill her. He turned her over onto her front then stuffed the pillow under her tummy to push up her bum. A second and third pillow followed and she lay with her face on the mattress while Owen ran his hands over her raised buttocks. Then he bent to lick around her anus, probing with his tongue around her crack, and finally pushing his cock into her. In this position, with his hands grasping her hips, she felt powerless. She had given up resisting and at least in this position she didn't have to look at him.

"Away we go, lass," he growled. "It feels deeper from behind. Now let's properly stir your cunt." He laughed and the pounding began.

"Urgh urgh urgh urgh," she grunted as he rammed into her, his cock stirring her insides. This time the pressure was on the posterior side of her vagina. Perhaps it was the fact she couldn't see him, perhaps it was the boring views of bedsheets and headboard, but her attention moved inside herself to what he was doing to her. Stirring is right, she thought. Movies are often described as 'stirring' when they make you excited and emotional. Owen's cock was now doing just the same to her.

"Urgh... Urgh... Oh Yes," she said, the affirmative word slipping out as she actually started to enjoy the experience. And, the more positive she felt, the more she felt inclined to encourage him. "Yes... yes... go on Owen... shit that's rather good."

His response was to chuckle and push harder and faster, saying, "Told you that you'd like it. Do you want more?"

"Yes," she replied. "Oh yes... more please."

"Well you tell me when you're near to cumming and we'll do something special, lass."

He continued to pound away, varying the speed and angle of his strokes, until Chrissy started to pant and sweat herself. Her cunt felt like it was glowing and she was sure she was close.

"I think..." she muttered between gasps. "I think I'm close again, Owen."

"Right ho," he replied and pulled out. Chrissy could not prevent a groan of disappointment. Then he dragged her off the bed and placed her with her elbows on her dressing table, facing her mirror. He then rammed his cock back in and fucked even harder than before.

In this position, bent over with her back parallel with the floor and her bottom poking out at Owen, she discovered she could see him in the mirror pounding away. And she could also see her own face. He was hanging onto her hips with a look of intense concentration on his face, presumably a determination not to cum too soon. His hairy stomach was overhanging her back and it bounced about with his exertions. But it was her own image she found more fascinating. She was glistening with a fine sweat, her cheeks were red, her neck and the upper part of her chest flushed, and her little tits were perfect cones, the nipples hard and very engorged. Her mouth was open and she watched herself unconsciously nibble her lips.

Each time Owen thrust she noted that her tits twitched and she exhaled in short breaths, grunting in time with his strokes. And now that she was moaning with pleasure almost continuously, her moans were punctuated by the grunts. She could see that her eyes were dilated. So, she thought, this is what lust looks like. No wonder Owen had insisted he wanted to watch her, for the lights to remain on. And she could see he was watching her through the mirror.

"See lass," he said. "You're a natural whore. You love it, don't you. We'll make you into a young slut. Just give us time."

He pounded on and Chrissy had to agree it was very exciting. She felt so alive and regretted that Anton had not been able to stay and fuck her. She was sure that it would have been even nicer than this. She wondered who the 'we' was that Owen just mentioned. Was there a group of men who were dedicated to grooming young sluts? The prospect of letting the Dean and his college mates gangbang her was looking far less unlikely. She had begun to wonder what they could do for her. Four men, a hotel room, and her little body for them to abuse for hours.

When Owen pulled out to change her position she'd lost the momentum to her orgasm but now she was very close again. Why not tell him, she thought.

"Uh uh uh... I'm... uh uh... nearly... uh uh... there!"

"Good girl," he replied. "Cum then... cum on my cock... cum on my cock you little whore... let it all out."

"Uh uh uh uh... aaaaaaah... yes yes YES!!!", Chrissy screamed, watching her face in the mirror as the pleasure overtook her. Her vision blurred and, at the most intense point, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again she was panting into the mirror which had been splattered with saliva. Mum will want me to clean that, she thought. Then she realised that was a strangely off the wall thing to think about, in the circumstances.

Owen was still thrusting away, but his breathing too was getting more stentorian and the strain in his face was more evident. "I'm gonna cum soon, lass," he muttered through gritted teeth. OMG, thought Chrissy, he's not wearing a condom. He's going to get me pregnant. She'd heard of young girls who got pregnant with their first unprotected fuck. There'd been one at college last year. She'd dropped out of her courses to have the baby and not returned. Chrissy didn't know if that girl was happy or sad about it, but what she did know was she didn't want Owen's child.

"Please don't cum inside me," she begged. "Please Owen, please don't cum inside me."

Owen started to roar and then pulled out. He took a couple of steps holding his cock in one hand and grabbed Chrissy's neck with the other. He turned her head to face his cock, saying, "Open wide, lass."

The spurts went everywhere as he furiously wanked his cock. Over the mirror, into Chrissy's open mouth, across her face and body, and splattered across her make-up kit. She tasted the salty cum and watched his face as, delighted, he rolled his head back and roared, "Yes, yes, yes!"

There was a moment of peace as his ejaculating concluded and then he was pressing his cock against her lips. "Clean me off, lass," he demanded. "And give me a blow job. I'm gonna stick it in you again 'cos I'm not done with you yet. If you don't wanna get pregnant then you'd best do a good job of sucking off all the cum."

Debs was riding Richard when she heard Owen shouting yes, repeatedly. She thought a little earlier she'd heard her daughter cumming, but had also detected a tone of panic in her daughter's voice. It was hard to work out exactly what she was saying. Richard was being the perfect gentleman and wearing a condom, but what if his father wasn't! Definitely a trip to the GP tomorrow, she thought. For the morning-after pill, and a full prescription of The Pill to keep her daughter safe from an unwanted pregnancy.

Richard kept asking how she was feeling as they made love, checking she was comfortable with each position and the effort he was putting in. She'd put him on his back as a relief from all this concerned enquiry. It was getting very personal and Debs was not used to it. George had always been very tentative with his love making, erring in the side of boring if she was honest. But he'd never asked her how she was feeling. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to have sex with Georgina.

After all she was Anton's whore. None of her previous lovers, including her boss, had bothered with how she felt. They just got on with it, did whatever they fancied, and watched her reactions. She wondered how professional sex workers compartmentalised their home life and their work. Perhaps they didn't, every man being the same to them.

She was now in charge of movement and Richard had settled down to enjoy the sensations as she rocked her hips and caressed his chest. But she had a niggling worry. It had gone very quiet next door. Of course they might have both gone to sleep but she doubted it. So why was it quiet? She tilted her body back a little and lifted herself up and down Richard's cock. By leaning back she put a little tension into his cock and improved the sensations in her cunt, it felt glorious. It hasn't taken long, she thought, for me to become quite the slut.

Next door she could now hear Owen making occasional grunts and short moans. Richard identified, correctly, that she was distracted by the lack of her daughter's voice.

"Why don't you go and see how she's doing?" he said. "You're never going to give me your full attention until you're happy, are you?"

"Oh sorry, Richard," she apologised. "This isn't what you paid for. Can I go and have a look? Just to see she's alright, you understand."

"You go," he replied. "There's plenty of the night left for me to pleasure you. Just watch out for my father. He's quite demanding and loses his temper easily. Do what he wants then come back to me. I'll be here."

Debs got off the bed and, for a moment, considered putting her dressing gown on. I'll only be there for a moment, she thought, no point. Then she went out into the hallway and opened the door to her daughter's room. Owen was kneeling up on the bed and Chrissy was giving him quite a competent blow job. In order to take him into her mouth she had tilted her head to the side, and she immediately saw when the door opened and her mother stood there, naked.

Releasing Owen's well lubricated cock Chrissy shouted, "Mum!!" In that tone used by teenage daughters to their mothers the world over. "My room! Some privacy please!!"

Owen grinned, "Shut up Chrissy, you're not in charge here. Debbie! Come in and join us."

"Oh sorry Chrissy," Debs apologised. "I'll go..."

"No you won't," replied Owen. "You two are here to do what me and my son want. Get in here or Anton will hear about it. I'll tell him that you two weren't prepared to indulge me a simple desire."

Mother and daughter looked at each other. There was nothing for it. Debs closed the door and stood with her back to it waiting for Owen's command.

"You," said Owen, pointing at Chrissy. "Keep sucking." Then he pointed at Debs saying, "You, get on the bed and watch her. Up close!"

Debs clambered onto the bed and sat where Owen indicated, with her back to the headboard. Then he pulled Chrissy's head back close to his cock, by her hair, and released her with an expectant look on his face. Chrissy took his cock into her mouth and, determined to show her mother her competence, kept working it until she had taken his whole length. Unlike the Dean, who had grabbed her head and taken control, Owen left it up to Chrissy.

Debs watched as her daughter worked Owen's cock. He held his stomach up and out of the way to help her go deep without his belly in the way. She had no idea that this was the second man's cock her daughter had fellated because Chrissy had said nothing of the events at college. She did appreciate that Chrissy was able to time her movements, decide how long she could cope with his gnarled cock in her throat, and when sucking should give way to licks and kisses. Owen, she decided, wasn't too bad a punter. He has resisted the temptation to turn this into a head fucking. And she felt such love for her daughter who was evidently doing her best to avoid that trip to the Middle East and a life of sex slavery.

Owen allowed Chrissy to pleasure him uninterrupted for about ten minutes then said, "Okay Debbie, time to join in. I want you both to lick my cock."

In the Railway Hotel room a similar pleasuring was happening. Georgina had declared she wanted Monty and the desire to kiss gave way to a need to worship his cock. Monty had loosened his belt when he got onto the bed. Now Georgina pulled it free from his trousers and delved inside feeling for what she was sure would be a wonderful cock. Monty eased his bottom from the bed to help Georgina pull his trousers down, and his underwear was revealed. It was black leather and, unless it was somehow padded, it covered a very large penis.

The pouch was held up by leather thongs that tied on each hip. Simple knots that Monty demonstrated could be released by pulling on the correct thong. He released one and Georgina undid the other one. Now the pouch could be removed, which she did with a thrill of excitement. Monty's cock was magnificent and Georgina lifted it and ran her fingers up and down its semi-erect length. It was fat and the foreskin didn't completely cover the head, leaving a little hollow where his urethral hole peeped like a dark eye. His testicles were similarly impressive and she cupped them. Then it was all too much and Georgina bent down to kiss this wonderful beast.

Monty groaned and stripped off his shirt, saying, "Yes, my beauty. Make me hard."

Georgina bent to the task, stroking his length, encouraging it to grow, and kissing it when her emotions got the better of her. It hardened and the foreskin retracted to reveal a plum sized tip. A little pre-cum was squeezed out and sat, glistening. It sparkled in the pale light of the hotel room's lights. Georgina licked it off, then opened her mouth wide and took this luscious thing into her. It was only her second experience of sucking a cock. Her first had been Anton to qualify for her escort work. Even when she was George, and young, and experimenting with life's possibilities she'd never done this. A bit of mutual wanking was the most that had happened.

Monty stiffened and Georgina hesitated. Was she doing something wrong?

"Keep going, my dear," Monty gasped. "It is good. Your mouth is warm and wet and... so nice. Now run your tongue under my cock as you suck. Swirl it over the tip. Lap at it, before you take it deeper."

Georgina followed his instructions and soon was bobbing her head up and down Monty's cock, taking it deep, then kissing and wanking it. It had become so hard under her fingers and, under her dress there was a second cock that was also getting hard. Georgina felt aroused, ready for the next stage, and wondered when Monty would ask her to do more.

Debs joined her daughter and they both started to kiss and lick Owens cock.

"Start at my balls," he commanded. "Then work your way to the tip, together."

They did as instructed, licking from his hairy balls up the curve of his cock until they were both licking the tip.

"Touch tongues," he instructed.

After a moment's hesitation they lapped about the plump head of his cock, occasionally allowing their tongues to touch. Then Owen had his hands on them, tangled in their hair, and had pulled his hips back. Denied a cock to lick their tongues entwined and he pushed their heads together, lips to lips.

"Kiss," he said.

Debs tongue was in Chrissy's mouth before either of them could react. Ten minutes ago she'd thought how much she loved her daughter for helping with this family debt, but the love was never sexual. Then Owen was rearranging the two women, putting hands onto breasts and between thighs. Encouraging them to pleasure each other.

Debs pulled out of the kiss and looked at Chrissy. The expression on her daughter's face told her that she understood what needed to happen. Chrissy crushed herself to her mother, rubbing their breasts together, her hands running up and down her back. Then she gave her mother a big kiss and threw herself back onto the bed with her legs wide open. The invitation was clear and Debs knelt to start licking her daughter's cunt.

"Bloody good stuff," said Owen. "I love a bit of girl on girl."

Debs lapped at her daughter, alternating contact with her clitoris and pushing her tongue inside the teen's cunt. Sucking, kissing, lapping and pressing her teeth gently against her until she started to pant and wriggle. Debs pulled back and scissored her legs with her daughter and they clung to each other as their arousal increased. Grinding against each other, staring into their partner's eyes, sweat sheening their bodies, panting giving way to cries of intense pleasure. All overseen by Owen who studied them, while gently wanking his cock.

Then they were screaming, writhing against each other, cumming heavily, realising they were unexpectedly happy to break this taboo. Once her breathing had settled Debs asked, "What do you want to do next Owen?"

"We're all going next door," he replied. "So Richard can fuck you while you watch me hammer your daughter's cunt until she begs for more, and asks me to give her a baby!"

Despite herself Debs gasped.

"And, if you're lucky, me and my son will do swaps so I can do the same thing to you!"

Georgina was now lying face down on the edge of the bed, kneeling. Monty had lifted her dress and removed her knickers and was now massaging her cock. He'd spit on her anus and was licking around the hole. His strong hand on her cock made her feel strangely secure, Monty wasn't letting her go anywhere. And the sensations around her anus were delightfully unusual. Then he pushed his tongue in, just a little, and wiggled it about. She let out a gasp.

"Is that good, love?" asked Monty.

"Oh yes," she replied. "And I love your hand on my cock."

Monty wanked her cock a few times and Georgina moaned, "Oh lovely. Are you getting me ready to love you?"

"Yes," he replied. "Ready for fingers?"

"I think that would be nice," Georgina replied, convinced it would be more than just nice.

Monty took a bottle of lubricant from the bedside table and trickled some over his fingers. Then he inserted one, two and finally three into Georgina, slowly widening her sphincter in preparation for what was to come. He swirled them around, twisting and turning his wrist to reach every nerve ending, then pulled them out and pushed his cock up against his lover. Georgina reached back with her hands. All she could do to show her acceptance of this was to grab her own buttocks and pull them aside.

"Aaaaah," said Georgina as Monty's cock pushed past her sphincter and the head entered her. She tensed up with the sensations and her anus closed to trap his cock just behind the head. Breathing heavily she groaned, her sphincter had tensed up automatically, despite her desire to let him pleasure her.

"Relax Georgina," said Monty. "Take a few deep breaths and relax."

His voice was warm and reassuring and she tried to follow his instructions. It was difficult, all her focus was on her anus and this made her feel she must tighten up, but slowly she began to let go, to open up, to relax. Monty helped by gently wanking her cock and stroking her back, whispering his love for her. Then he was gently pushing deeper, applying lubricant as he went.

"Ooooh Monty," Georgina gasped. "I feel so full."

Monty continued the pressure, pushing forward an inch, then stopping and waiting. This cycle continued for a little bit longer and then, to Georgina's surprise, Monty was fully penetrating her and his thighs were pressing against her buttocks. He slid his hands under her dress and up her torso until they rested on her shoulders, then he deftly undid her bra and moved one hand to cup her breast. The sensations were mind blowing.

"Oh Monty!" Georgina breathed. "That's wonderful."

Monty's response was to caress her breast and stroke between her shoulder blades.

"You've done this before," joked Georgina.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" he growled in a low voice. Georgina had an image of The Beast from the cartoon, his voice deep and rich but with an animal power.

"Oh yes," she said, not entirely sure if that was true. But, she thought, better to do this with a man I trust than reject him and have to learn with someone who doesn't care about me. For if the evening had taught her one thing, it was that Monty seemed to have genuine feelings for her.

Monty moved his hands down to grasp Georgina around the waist and gently started to thrust. Withdrawing slowly a few inches and then driving back in steadily. Inside Georgina's bowel it felt amazing. The lubrication made the movement smooth and the feelings of fullness were astonishing. Her cock was utterly rigid now and swung back and forth under her as Monty thrust.

"I want to see your face," said Monty. "Let's get into bed."

He pulled out and unzipped her dress, dragging it over her head. The bra, unfastened, dropped to the floor. Then they both got under the sheets. Monty steered Georgina onto her back and pushed in again. He watched with an intense look on his face as Georgina responded to his cock.

Then he bent to kiss her. "I'm going to make you happy," he said. "You hold onto your cock and, if you're feeling good, then feel free to tell me."

And he did, plunging his cock into Georgina until she started to cry out her pleasure. Her inhibitions, worry about what other guests in the hotel might hear, slowly receded and she cried out, "Yes... oh yes Monty... gnnnn... oh fuck me... take me... I'm yours."

Monty came, flooding her bowel with cum, but recovered quickly. They fucked again and again and the final passionate fuck of the night had Georgina sitting on top of Monty as he thrust upwards with great vigour. Each thrust powerfully delivered, making her cock wave in the air as she moaned and cried out her pleasure.

And finally, as Monty roared out his joy and came again, she spontaneously had her own orgasm. Georgina was astonished, she wasn't wanking at the time. Just the feeling of Monty's cock and the warmth of his cumming in her anus was enough to make her cum too. Her seed making a small white fountain before Monty's final movements caused her subsequent spurts to splash over sweaty torso's and the bed.

After this they cuddled until they fell asleep, Georgina a little ashamed that he had derived more pleasure from that evening than he had from many Saturday nights with Debs. He had to think back many years to remember lovemaking as passionate as this between himself and his wife. He wondered if he actually could now make love to Debs. Was he permanently changed to service men? And was he capable only of servicing men? Now his cock lock had been removed he determined to see what happened if he tried intimacy with her. He still loved her, even if Anton had tried to make him only love men.

As he drifted off to sleep he mused that he'd have to break normal habits with Debs. She had a client every night now. If they were going to make love it would have to be during the daytime.

Back at home Chrissy was being taken to her parent's bedroom by Owen. Her mother was walking behind her, obedient to every command by this ugly man. It hadn't taken long for her mother to accept her new job, Chrissy thought, a different man every night. Is this to be my fate too?

Richard, Owen's son, was sitting up in bed waiting for them. He must have heard something about what had happened next door. He sat with a smile on his face, relaxed, even though his father had gazumped him with her mother. Probably, she thought, he was used to it.

Owen pushed Chrissy onto the bed as Richard got out from under the sheets. "Lay on your back," he commanded, making gestures to his son that looked like erotic versions of the signs that the miliary or police used to coordinate an operation. "Let your head dangle over the edge, girl. Now, legs wide. You're gonna take Richard in your throat and I'm getting your cunt."

Chrissy adopted the pose suggested. With her head dangling over the edge she became aware how heavy her head was, her neck was struggling to hold up the weight. But Richard stepped over to her and put his hands under the back of her head and took the strain. His cock waved around and Chrissy opened her mouth in anticipation. Richard's cock tapped on her chin, then he pulled his hips back and it dropped to rest on her upper lip. Then he was slowly pushing in and she gurgled as it filled her mouth.

She could feel fingers on the inside of her thighs and heard Owen giving instructions to her mother. "Suck her tits, Debbie," he growled. "Make yourself useful. Now, here we go!"

There was no foreplay, no preamble, the words 'here we go' was all Chrissy got before Owen again entered her. He quickly built up speed and soon all Chrissy could hear was the slapping of his flesh against hers and the grunts he gave with each thrust. Richard was being quite civilised, he was controlling his thrusts into her mouth, keeping them shallow, never going so deep she struggled to breathe. And between the two men Chrissy could feel her mother's fingers and lips on her breasts.

Her breasts seemed very sensitive tonight, as if the sex she was getting had made her super sensitive to touch. The three sets of stimulation soon had her moaning and, despite her natural reserve, she found her moaning was increasingly loud.

"Okay Richard," grunted Owen. "You can let her go now and fuck her mother. I want to hear what they sound like together."

Richard obediently pulled out of Chrissy and knelt to kiss her lips, then he was gone, clambering onto the bed and out of Chrissy's vision. She struggled to lift her head, to see what was happening, and Owen must have noticed the movement. He dragged her back on the bed so her head was supported, and continued to pound her. Chrissy found herself looking up at her mother. Debs had adopted the doggy position parallel to her daughter and Richard was currently rubbing her cunt with his fingers in preparation for penetration. Then he was sliding smoothly in and her mother was giving a long shuddering moan of happiness.

With her mouth unoccupied by cock Chrissy could express her own pleasure. Owen has made it clear he wanted to hear something so Chrissy let herself go and tried to tell him what she was feeling. She has the impression Owen would like her to swear but it was hard. She wasn't a natural at it.

"Oh Owen... yes... ah good... fuck," she started. "God... that's nice... yes."

He bent over her and rammed away, his belly sliding on her abdomen, a drop of sweat from his face dropped onto hers. He was grunting with the effort and, as she looked at his face turning purple, she wondered just how many older men died of heart attacks while trying to prove themselves with young whores.

Young whores, she thought, that's me tonight. I suppose I had better start acting more like one.

Pager Update : Debs continues her whoring each night and now her daughter, Chrissy, has been joined for an overnight stay by the ugly, obese, Owen. This man has promised Chrissy she will beg for his cock before the night is out. Georgina has thoroughly enjoyed her first date, prostituting herself with a man, Monty. : Update Ends