I Become a Worer in the Sex Trade

Hello, it`s Lexy again with more tales of my doings. I hope you have read the previous five chapters which describe how I was recruited into the sex trade, and how I learnt how to operate there. This next chapter in my life will tell you about another momentous change I went through as I was sent by my employer, Madama, to work in London to further the business interests she had there with Lady Berniece Brewerton.

I had been at the Grange for some months and had learnt much about the nature of the business as well as having a whale of a time when it came to sex. Then one morning Madama sent for me. I found her in her suite along with Berniece. They were both wearing their usual silken robes under which they would be naked. They invited me to sit down.

"Lexy," Madama began, "you have done very well here and that has resulted,as you know. in increases to your salary. But now Berniece and I have a new proposal to put to you. We are pretty well at capacity when it comes to putting on events here, and we need to expand our business. We are going to stage events in London, and also expand our erotic photography work. We need someone with experience in those areas to go to London and assist Berniece in the work. We believe you are that person."

I was dumbfounded, first by the trust reposed in me, and secondly by the prospect of leaving the Grange which had become my home and its occupants the only family I had.

I think I must have looked dismayed, because Berniece said, "You will have a home with me and my daughter, Debra, at our Hampstead house, which is where smaller events will take place. We have the entire house and grounds to ourselves following my husband`s departure to a high end flat in the City of London. So you need not worry on the accommodation front. Your salary will be increased and you will be working closely with Debra as she is now part of our enterprise."

That cheered me up enormously as I had loved having sex with Debra, and indeed I had become really very fond of her, a feeling I was sure she reciprocated. So, though the prospect was somewhat daunting I agreed to take the job on.

"Good," Madama exclaimed. "We shall all miss you here, Lexy, and we shall gave to organise a great orgy to say goodbye, at least for a while, to you. In the meantime let us settle the deal with a fuck. Come through to my bedroom, we have a little surprise for you."

In Madama` bedroom I was stripped and inspected. I enjoyed what what was said about me.

"Just look at those gorgeous tits and her sexy navel."

"But I adore her cunt and the way her inner lips begin to protrude as she gets excited."

"Then what about her arse and that super little puckered bum hole she has?"

I was laid down on the bed and a pillow was placed under my bum so my cunt and arse were on view. Berniece went over to a cabinet and returned holding a device shaped like a prick but its colour was purple. She inserted one end, which she said was called a "pony," into her cunt and further told me this was a strapless dildo with which she and Madama had been experimenting.

"Madama is going to tongue your cunt, Lexy," she said, "and I am going to fuck her cunt with this lovely thing which is already buzzing away in my vagina and giving me wonderful sensations. So we are going to have a mock male/female threesome. The more you squeal with pleasure the harder I shall fuck her."

Madama knelt so that her head was positioned over my cunt and lifted her bum up so Berniece could enter her cunt, and so the encounter began.

Madama tongued her way round my inner thighs and gradually approached my vulva. I looked at Berniece and saw the look of lust in her eyes as she inserted the device into Madama and began to thrust in and out. She smiled lewdly at me and asked me to thumb my nipples as she stroked hers. I was happy to comply and grinned back lasciviously.

Madama fixed her mouth on my cunt lips and began to suck them, teasing the inner lips out, and then licking my clit. I began to moan with delight and that encouraged Berniece to fuck harder with the dildo.

My head began to swirl with sexual delight and I felt the heat and passion of my climax beginning to rise. Seeing that look on my face, however, Berniece and Madama slowed down for a while to keep me on a plateau of pleasure.

They speeded up their actions. Madama lashed my clit with her tongue and slipped two fingers into my vagina to work on my G spot, while Berniece was really bucking hard with the dildo and clearly loving the sensations the pony was giving her.

She was grunting rhythmically to express her lust, "Oooh, lovely fuck, fuck, fuck. Into the cunt, into the cunt, into the cunt. Make her cum, make her cum, make her cum.Fuck, fuck, fuck."

I surrendered to the climax which flooded through my body, and squealed as I came, "FUUUUUUUUUUUCK,FUUUUUUUUCK,FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!"

We all collapsed breathless onto the bed and lay for a while hardly moving, but remembering the pleasure we had shared. Finally Berniece broke the silence.

"I hope you loved that as much as I did, Lexy. I shall have to teach you how to use a strapless dildo. It takes a bit of getting used to, but it`s so much better than a strap on. I have visions of you fucking Debra while I watch. God, that is such a dirty kinky thought, a mother wanting to see her daughter having lezzy sex. It makes we want to wank!"

Once again the thought I had considered before came to my mind. Did Berniece have incestuous desires with regard to Debra, and was she using me in some way as her proxy? That did shock me a little but it was also an intriguing and sexy, dirty thought. Perhaps the answer could only be found on going to London, and that was my fate now.

Matters moved on quickly after that encounter. Madama called a staff meeting to tell my colleagues that I would be leaving. I was pleased to see that they were truly upset at the news and sincere in saying how much I would be missed and how sorry they were to see me go. However, we all determined to have a wonderful send off orgy the day before I was due to leave.

It was an all day affair so we would have time to recover between sexual bouts.

I fucked eight women that day, Madama, Maya, Berniece, Jo, Jan, Eve, Fiona and Jenni. We split the time into hour long sessions and built in times for refreshments. Some of the sessions we spent in group sex while others were one to one. My tits, cunt and arse were well used. By the end of the day my clit really could take no more excitement, and I was ready for bed--alone for once!

The next morning I packed up my few belongings, dressed in what I had worn to arrive at the Grange and made myself ready to leave. Remembering that I had arrived in my own car I supposed I would drive that to London. However, at breakfast Berniece told me I would be travelling with her and that I could leave my car safely at the Grange.

"You will probably not need a car in London," she told me. "Public transport is pretty good and there are always cabs. If you ever do need a car we have three available at my home. So you will be travelling with me in the Bentley, and somewhere along the way we had better stop and get you some decent clothes to wear in town. I may enjoy dressing you up almost as much as I enjoy getting your clothes off!"

We drove south and came to the Brent Cross shopping centre. There Berniece spent what seemed to me like a fortune on day and evening wear, together with underwear, for me. She told me that I would need all of the clothes in connection with business meetings setting up the new sex enterprise in London, and added that while these clothes were "decent" there would be many more "indecent" items coming from catalogues.

We then made our way to Berniece`s Hampstead home on one of the most exclusive and expensive roads in London. I was amazed at the size and opulence of the houses, and was shocked that some of them were clearly locked and empty. Berniece told me that many of the houses were owned by foreign oligarchs who simply viewed the properties as investments.

"That does not worry me," she said. "Empty houses next to mine give me added seclusion and the ability to have fun events without anyone spying on us."

We finally reached Berniece`s house, a large, indeed very large, property built in the Art Deco style. Reaching into the glove compartment of the car Berniece took out a small device, opened the car window, pointed the device at the gates of the house, which then opened. That allowed us to drive to the front door which opened to reveal my lovely Debra dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. My heart leapt when I saw her. She was more desirable than ever.

Debra ran to the car, opened the passenger door and almost pulled me out. She embraced me and showered my mouth and face with kisses. She pressed her body against mine and I could feel she was bra less under her tee shirt.

"Come on, you two," Berniece chuckled, "time enough for that later on. Let`s get all Lexy`s stuff and her new clothes into her bedroom. When we have done that I must `phone Madama to say we are safely here and talk through business matters with her. I shall then leave you alone for a while, so be sure you are "good" girls, if you know what I mean!"

It took the three of us a few "go`s" to get my possessions in and up to my new bedroom. This was a large en-suite room with a double bed, ample storage space, and mirror fronted wardrobes opposite the bed.

Berniece left Debra and myself with a knowing leer, and soon we were tearing each other`s clothes off and experiencing the delights of rubbing our naked bodies together. Debra came up with the sexy idea that we should lie on the bed so we could see our reflections in the mirrors and then have a mutual wank. That was fine by me!

We arranged the pillows so we would be comfortable and lay back, Debra`s right leg over my left to ensure ease of access to one another`s cunts, The we began to stroke and fondle each other`s most intimate area. We varied our strokes, sometimes up and down, sometimes round and round or back and forth across the surface of our vulvas. It was gentle and soothing and we giggled a lot and made up silly phrases.

"Cunty, cunty cunt, cunt, oh how wet, This is how we like to pet."

"Cunty, cunty, cunt, cunt, oh how slick, so much better than a prick!"

We also enjoyed looking at ourselves as we wanked, and thumbed our nipples with the hand that was not playing with a cunt.

After a while I heard Debra`s breathing become sharper and I felt her body beginning to tense. Mine was going through a similar phase. We stopped talking and began to moan. Our breath began to come in gasps interspersed with groans of delight, as we felt our climax coming on and coursing through our bodies.

"Ooooogh, Aaaaagh, Oooooooogh, Aaaaaaagh, Uuuuuuuugh, Uuuuuuuuugh, Mmmmmmmmm, AAARGH, UUUUUUURGH, UUUUUUUUFF, OOOOOOOOW,

YEEEEEEEEEESS, YEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!"

"Shit, that was good," Debra gasped as she clung to me. "I have been thinking about having you ever since Mother told me of the plan to bring you here. You are so fucking sexy, Lexy, and I am so very fond of you. In fact, I have to say this, I am in love with you, and it`s not infatuation."

That did throw me. I knew I was fond of Debra but I was wary of falling into the trap of mistaking good sex for love. What was I to say? I did not dare to commit myself to a sexually monogamous relationship. The whole object of my coming to London was to indulge in many sexual encounters as a means of expanding my employers` businesses.

I bit my lip and thought furiously, while I could see a pleading expression on Debra`s face. Somehow a way forward suggested itself.

"OK, Debra," I began slowly. "I will admit that I an very fond of you, but you are aware of how I live my life. I am a sex worker and I rather like that. I like sex and I like a lot of it. You have seen me in action at the Grange and I`m here now to expand that business in London. Indeed, I believe I have got to instruct you how to be a sex worker.

Our job will be to encourage women to have pleasurable encounters with other women in as many ways as they like, and we shall join in those experiences, just as you already have at the Grange, but now as a full time professional. So if we have an emotional relationship it must be an open one. We must be prepared not to be physically monogamous. Otherwise you are going to get jealous each time | fuck another woman, and I might go down that slippery path too. So if you cannot accept that I might as well pack up and go back to Madama."

She pondered what I had just said, but then smiled and said, "It`s a deal, and I want to have as much sex as I can, so I`m sure it will work out. Now let me show you the rest of the house. There`s no need to put anything on, we`re the only ones here apart from my mother, though if we run into her I`m sure she will want a fuck. She raves about you, and considers you a member of the family!"

That added to my feeling that there was an incestuous thread running through relationships in this household and that Berniece viewed me as a proxy for Debra, but that was something I could do nothing about. I was here to do a job, and so I put the thought out of my mind.

We explored the house, and Debra showed me the rooms which would be used for the "intimate" events. We finished at the rear of the house where there was a gym room, ideal for exercise when running on Hampstead Heath was not possible. There was also a large conservatory with a pool, and I guessed where the idea for the pool at the Grange had come from. It was there that we ran into Berniece.

"Oh my," she exclaimed "two lovely naked girls, just what I need to relieve the ache in my cunt. Come on, help me get my clothes off."

I was now even more convinced that Berniece harboured an incestuous desire for Debra, or else she must surely have asked me for sex and sent Debra away. Any how Berniece was soon as naked as Debra and myself and laid herself down on a poolside couch.

She breathed heavily as she asked me to tongue fuck her, what might she ask Debra to do? I soon found out.

"Debra, play with Lexy`s cunt as she tongues me out, but let me see you do it. I want the dirty pleasure of seeing my daughter fingering another woman. You know how much I have wanted to see that."

So we began our activity. Berniece was already wet when I started to work on her cunt and felt Debra`s hands smoothing my arse cheeks and separating them so she could gain access to my cunt.

Berniece moaned with pleasured lust as I got to work on her vulva.

"Oooh, lovely sexy Lexy, and --uuugh--naughty sexy Debra---mmmmm- I`m--sooo--lucky to---have---mmmmm--such, mmm, fucking sexy--mmmmm--girls. Oooooh, yes, Lexy, just there, just there, ---mmmmmm--yees--suck my---mmm inner lips---yeees, go--uuugh--for the clit----that`s it---yeeees, more, MORE, SUCK MY CLIT----SHIT----FUCK--MAKE ----uuuugh----ME-----AAAAGH--ME---COME!!!!!"

Berniece lay back moaning with delight and Debra swiftly finished me off. But despite the post coital haze I knew I had to ask Debra some very searching questions as soon a s I could.

My moment came when Berniece recovered her breath and told us she had to make some more business calls about the venue for our first big event in London.

Once she had left I turned to Debra, looked her in the eye and said, "I must know what is going on between you and your Mother. If you love me you must not keep that secret from me. Are you two having an incestuous affair, and where do I fit in?"

Debra took my hand and said she would try to explain.

"Some of what you may have learned at the Grange about my parents and their relationship is not the whole truth. Yes, it`s true that my Father is a lion in the boardroom, but to say he is pathetic in the bedroom is just Mother`s way of explaining the uncomfortable fact that they should never have married.

This is a story that goes back a long way. Both my parents come from wealthy families. They were part of the western Jewish world of bankers and diamond merchants in Portugal and the Netherlands who entered this country in the 18th Century and settled here. They assimilated and gradually left the Jewish faith, but not some of its cultural practices including marrying within the community.

Both sets of my grandparents wanted Mother and Father to marry, but Mother was already experiencing bi-sexual feelings. Nevertheless the marriage took place, and it was then discovered that Mother could not have children. I was born from a surrogacy arrangement in which a suitable birth mother who resembled my Mother was found. My Father is my biological parent, but Mother is not.

I knew nothing of this until a while ago, especially as I was sent to boarding school at the age of seven. My parents kept up the pretence of being a couple, indeed they still do, for social and company events, but otherwise they drifted apart. I believe my Father has had a number of lovers down the years, but I know nothing about who they were. Mother on the other hand has moved across the sexual spectrum as you will know.

After graduation I worked for one of the family companies in London, living here with my Mother, and I discovered that she was attending certain women only sex clubs, indeed she made no secret of it. I had a number of heterosexual experiences but did not find them satisfying.

One day Mother caught me looking at lesbian porn on my computer. That is when the whole story of my birth came out. I always had known that Berniece was my Step Mother, and I had been told I was adopted as a small baby, but I did not know about the surrogacy arrangement.

Oddly enough knowing about my birth brought me closer to my Mother and we were able to discuss sex much more openly. I told her that I thought I might be bi-curious, and she enrolled me in Madama`s Sapphic Circle. The rest of that you know.

Now is there an incestuous relationship between us? It depends in how you define "incest" and "relationship." Berniece is my legal Mother but we are not related by DNA. Since I started to attend the Grange she and I do masturbate together, but that is as far as it goes. The taboo about incest stops us going any further, though I know Berniece loves to fantasise about it.

It took me a while to take in all that I had heard. I stood up and walked around the pool area. I cannot recall how l long I took in doing that but I became aware of Debra sobbing quietly. She looked so sad and vulnerable and the love I felt for her welled up within me. I ran over, and sat beside her on the couch.

I put my arms around her and simply said, "Don`t worry. I can live with your Mother`s naughty fantasies if you can, I might even get to enjoy them.

Now, is there any food in this house? I`m getting peckish, as I have not eaten since I left the Grange. Later we need to search the net for exotic and sexy clothing in our roles as hostesses at events."

We made our way to the kitchen where we found fruit, salad ingredients and cheese for a late lunch, for which Berniece joined us. I found myself looking at her in an entirely new light. Could she be my proxy mother with whom I could enjoy illicit and fantasised taboo sex? The dirty thought did appeal.

In the late afternoon after we had all taken a snooze, it was time to think about themes for our first big event and the costumes we would wear. Berniece told us that we would be the lead hostesses,adding that she would be interviewing others who had responded to on-line advertisements for staff at the "New Experience for Women Club." We would be involved in the interviews.

We decided on a "Dress up and then Dress Down" theme for the event. Guests would be encouraged to wear something glitzy and glamourous for the start of the evening then they would slowly reveal all.