Takeko invited her client into her bedroom and traditional-Japanese, meditative music encircled them as she led him to her bed. It was very low to the ground and covered in red, satin bedding. Most of her clients were regulars; so, the style of furniture she preferred was already known. This client, on the other hand, made an appointment with her on a recommendation. Brown hair matched his puppy dog, chocolate eyes. He was thickly built; however, most likely from a gym not manual labor. Takeko noted that his eyebrows were plucked to perfection. He introduced himself as Scott and said he worked as a construction worker.
A glance at his flawlessly manicured nails and she suppressed the chuckle at his lie. She turned and smiled, "How may I please you?"
He asked. "Will you dance for me?"
She nodded and twirled to the soothing music. Her kimono was a costume; so, after a few minutes she unzipped the right side and it glided down her pale skin. Takeko barely made it to five feet tall and she had a frail-looking bone structure that gave the impression of an old fashioned porcelain doll. Her dark, green eyes sparkled with mischief whenever she allowed herself to look up. Takeko took great care to keep her body perfectly symmetrical. She wore a red bra over tiny breasts and a thong to match with petite, white flowers embroiled on the silk. She danced slowly and trailed her fingertips over her goose-bumped flesh.
Scott hesitantly asked. "Will I hurt you if I am rough?"
Takeko's response was priceless. She knocked his legs out from under him and pushed him onto the bed. He looked up stunned. She crouched over his groin and asked, "Would you like me to put that condom on, now?"
Scott said, "Yes, now."
She retrieved one and turned around. He was already buck naked. She popped the condom in her mouth and knelt in front of him. She quickly pushed the rubber over his hard cock with her lips. Takeko slowly rubbed her body along his as she stood.
He asked. "How much for the panties?"
"If you want the panties, you buy the whole set. Seventy five dollars."
He picked up his pants, fished through his wallet, and handed her the money. He stopped her from taking them off, though. Takeko cocked an eyebrow at him.
Scott rubbed his fingers over her silk covered pussy and slightly pushed them inside her. He twirled his fingers around her clit and she groaned against the hand which he covered her mouth with. He massaged faster and harder. Heat flared up her body that left her in a fight for breath. Scott bunched his hand and ripped the panties off of her. They came away from her body soaked with pussy juice.
With no hesitation he picked her up and impaled her against the wall. Takeko adored it when she found a client who was rough. Most wanted to treat her like expensive, fragile glass. Not Scott, though. He fucked her hard like he wanted to break her. His cock shoved in and out as he held her arms to the wall. Her legs tightly laced around his hips caused a friction on her clit that made her body burn. He was a good, rough fuck and he knew it.
Scott grunted as he pushed inside of her like a wild animal. He groaned out, "I am going to cum."
She clenched hard on him and forced her own climax. Her pussy muscles tightened and loosened on him so quickly that he cried out. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
She bucked her hips and said, "That's right. Give me all of your cum."
He leaned against her to catch his breath. "You feel so damn good." He barely got the words out.
Takeko lightly kissed him on the cheek and replied, "Thank you. Rough sex really gets me off."
Scott booked another appointment with Takeko on the way out.
At the check-desk Taylor, Julianna's assistant, had just received a message from one of the twins that a mother/daughter role play session was required. She went in search of Patricia and, hopefully, Jessica. They physically favored one another; so, it was quite believable. When she found them, Patricia just showered and Jessica was reapplying makeup. Taylor explained the situation to them and checked to see if they had clients right away. They didn't thankfully.
"Patricia, I need you to put on something soccer-mom like. Jessica, that outfit is fine." Taylor said.
Taylor escorted the client to Jessica's bedroom.
Jessica entered her room and the first thing she noticed was how horribly nervous this client was. She turned completely around when she shut the door to give him a good view of her ass. Her skirt did very little to hide the bottom of her butt cheeks and she had a baby doll t-shirt on that let the pink color of her bra show. Jessica had blond hair and blue eyes. At the moment, her hair was straight and put in two braids. She looked like a very naughty girl.
She smiled and said, "Hi, I am Jessica. How are you, tonight?"
The male looked lost. He was around sixty years old with greying blondish hair and light blue eyes. He introduced himself. "My name is Anthony. I am okay."
Jessica sat down on the bed beside of him and put her hand on his thigh. "I like older men." She nuzzled the side of his neck and he pulled her hand up and placed it on his already throbbing, hard dick.
"Whoa, it's really hard. May I sit on your lap?" Jessica asked. She realized the nervousness was just an act.
Anthony replied, "Yes, little ono."
Jessica straddled him and rocked her hips back and forth. "It feels really good down there." She said as the door opened and Patricia walked in.
Jessica turned and said, "Mom, look what I found."
Patricia sighed, "Kids! Is she bothering you?"
Anthony said, "No, why don't you come join us?"
Patricia sat down beside them and said. "Well, honey, if you are going to have her rub her pussy on your cock, at least, have her take her panties off."
To Jessica she added, "Take them off and let him feel how hot it is when you grind against his cock." Jessica did as she was told
While Jessica rubbed back and forth on his cock through his slacks, Patricia took her blouse off. She had heavy tits and she rubbed and twisted her nipples. Her blond curly hair was pushed behind her shoulders. She had ice blue eyes that pierced to the core.
Patricia stood and pulled Jessica up to stand. She slowly slipped the rest of her clothing off. Patricia's clothing followed.
Patricia asked. "Isn't my daughter beautiful?"
