I Become a Worer in the Sex Trade

Hello, readers. It's Sexy Lexy again, and I hope you have read the previous 6 chapters of my story. Please do so if you have not. You will not be disappointed when you read of my scandalous goings on. I also advise you to read the story from my new sex mate, Katya, because this chapter is all about how myself and my London pals met up with Katya and her employer, Miss Marion, to plan staging an incredible lesbian fuck fest.

This is a brief resume of what has happened so far.

You will recall how I travelled up to London from the countryside sex establishment run by employer, Madama, to be part of the London venture she was going to promote along with the wealthy Berniece Brewerton, and that I came to live in Berniece's palatial mansion in Hampstead, where I was physically and emotionally involved with her daughter, Debra.

I learnt about Debra's biological history and found that she was not related to Berniece by DNA but had been born of a surrogacy arrangement. That went some way to setting my mind at ease about my fears that Berniece had an incestuous desire for Debra. However, I had to undergo a strange little ritual whereby I had to pretend to be the daughter.

I also visited the premises where the orgy was to take place and was introduced to other girls who were to be involved, including one known as Leonora, who went by the nick name of Leo. These girls attended a sex session later that day at Berniece's house and I had great pleasure in fucking and being fucked by Leonora, who turned out to be a little older than myself and the rest of the girls, and who was very experienced in porn and, indeed, anything pertaining to lesbian sex.

Leonora, Debra and I had indulged in a fantastic threesome watched by Berniece who had declared that we three should work on some form of sex tableau to whip up the lusts of the women attending the big event.

In the outcome, the idea for the tableau came from another person as I shall make clear. Now read on!

It was something like "the morning after the night before" when we all woke up the next day. Berniece had invited all the girls to stay and various sexual couplings had occurred, so none of us rose early. Even so, hunger called and we all slipped on short silken robes, after we had showered, to go in search of breakfast.

We discovered Berniece in very jolly form. She had clearly enjoyed the night!

"Now," she announced as we ate. "I am going to add another ingredient to our sex mix. Madama and I have linked up with a model agency who also own a fetish wear company, and we want to work that into our plans. The CEO of that company is called "Miss Marion." I have known her for a while, in every sense of the word "know," and can assure you she has a voracious appetite for sex and that she gives as good as she gets.

She is also bringing with her her new assistant, Katya, who is a Contour Fashion Graduate and who is going to work on costuming for our event and also the promotion of our new business of selling fetish and sex wear, particularly bespoke intimate garments. From what I can gather this young lady is also sexually adept, so I am sure we shall all want to make her acquaintance."

None of this made too much of an impression on us as we were all still coming round from the previous evening's exertions, but I noticed that Leonora's facial muscles tightened into what was close to being a grimace when the name "Miss Marion" was mentioned. That intrigued me. Had she also had sexual dealings with "Miss Marion?" I determined I would find out--naughty girl that I am-- but I knew I had to go carefully as we relaxed after breakfast.

I started by talking about the sex we had indulged in the night before, and used her shortened nick-name, Leo in our conversation. After a while she shot me a question.

"You liked it a lot? I think you did. I know I did. There is something about stripping off in front of a good looking woman knowing that she wants what you want. Just being bare, naked, in the nude is such a turn on. Then you get together and fuck and afterwards lie in each other's arms savouring little aftershocks of pleasure until you both begin to feel randy again and you start to finger tits and cunts and--hell--you're at it again.

But it's not always as good as that. You were pretty fortunate at the Grange, so I have been told, only lovely people and sex you were happy to have. Sometimes, though, you will just have to remember you are now a professional fucker and get on with the job of satisfying someone you'd rather not be fucking."

I asked her what she meant by that.

"OK, so far you have not had much experience of London life. In time, no doubt, you will get used to the luxurious cars, the theatre, concert and films trips, the lovely food and fine wine, because Berniece is a decent employer. But there will be parties where you are the hired sex servant and you will have to do what is demanded of you.

For example, you would be surprised at the number of wealthy women who will want you to service their cunt. Women who demand discretion and who are prepared to pay for it. In addition some of them will want you to perform in front of their husbands and partners. Oh, yes, it's very often the married women who are the most randy.

You may be asked to lie back while the rich bitch eats out your cunt while her man shafts her from behind. That's quite a favourite in cosmopolitan London with all its races and ethnicities. Then they may pay you to suck his cum from her cunt while he enjoys a lovely long wank and boasts about how big his prick is, and how he wants to get it inside you. Fortunately most of these wankers drop off to sleep after they have shot a second load and you scarper quickly with your clothes and your fee."

I was very quiet for a while as I took in what Leo had told me. I began to understand what my life could be like here in town.

"Now, is there anything more you want to know? You nosey little madam," Leo chortled. "I know you saw the look on my face when Marion's name was mentioned."

"I don't want to pry," I stammered.

"Yes you do, bitch," she replied. "Well you might as well know.

I told you last night how I got into the porn and sex business in the States and then pursued a similar career in the Netherlands before trying my hand here in the UK. I was on Marion's books for a while as a model and sex professional, and she introduced me to Madama and Berniece.

But for a while I was her live-in lover. She’ll fuck anything female on two legs, but she prefers a certain type of girl, taller than average, full busted, nice curvy arse and auburn hair. I fitted the bill, but I was not prepared to make a long tern commitment and we parted--albeit amicably. However, I don't know how we shall get on now as I have not seen her for a while. I will just have to brazen it out, but I guarantee this Katya Marion has in tow will be leggy, busty, sexily arsed and a red head.

I will add this much in for free! If Marion invites you to have sex, go for it. She does indeed have an enormous sexual appetite and, God, is she good at it! Her tongue can find places in your body you never knew you had."

Izzy, Paula and Jade who had been hired to be part of the event team and who had been with us overnight left after breakfast as they all had modelling assignments. That left Berniece, Leonora, Debra and me to form a welcoming party. Berniece gave us instructions as to how that was to work out

And so we waited for Marion and Katya to arrive. Just as Leo had said, Katya was long, tall, round arsed and possessed of gorgeous tits, all topped off with a fantastic head of chestnut hair. I wanted her as soon as I saw her.

Katya's view.

I was quite surprised when Marion breezed into our bedroom, informed me that we were going to London and that I should get a weekend bag ready. "You don't need to pack much by way of clothing as we will not be wearing much, if anything," she giggled, and giggling was not something Marion often did. "We are going to stay with my new business partner, Berniece Brewerton at her home in Hampstead. She is creating a new exclusive and high end sex club for women, and she wants us to advertise our--or rather your--range of fetish wear, and to publicise our bespoke service of intimate garment making.

You will need our catalogues and all our online services on your laptop. You will also be involved in planning an opening "tableau" as Berniece wants a sexual extravaganza of some sort where very revealing costumes will be worn before everyone ends up nude."

I had not long moved in with Marion and was still learning the ropes at work. I had no experience whatever of selling my designs and even less of participating in an orgiastic revel so I was dumbstruck by this instruction. However, I knew enough about Marion to realise that any protest would be useless--what I did not know I would have to improvise.

"Oh, another thing," she added, "there's bound to be one hell of a lot of fucking going on, which is why you will not need much to wear. Berniece has some very nubile assistants, and among them is one of your predecessors as my bed mate who will also be there. That is the divine Leonora whom I have not fucked for so long, and I must have a session with her. I will let you in on a dark secret: one of my fantasies is to see you and her together having a real good lezzy shag!"

We filled our cases, and gathered our other equipment to place everything in Marion's luxurious convertible. I asked what I should wear for the journey as Marion's surprise announcement had caught me just coming out of the shower and I was naked, as was she.

"You could go as you are," Marion sniggered, "and, remember, I have filmed you in the nude on a motorway, but I think you should put on something, provided it is gear you can get off quickly. It's quite warm today so I suggest bra, knickers, sandals and a mini length dress to show off your lovely legs. I think I'm going for bra, thong, hipster trousers and a shirt which I will knot over my midriff rather than button it so my navel is exposed."

Before long we were making our way along the motorway with the wind whipping our hair as we had the top of the convertible down. For once the traffic was not too heavy and we made excellent progress, and were even able to stop for some refreshment at one of the singularly awful Service Stations where our revealing costumes excited some lewd male comments.

"Like to give either of them one," and "Come into my cab, Darlin' an' I'll show you my seven inch joystick!"

We ignored such piffle as both of us were thinking about what awaited us at the end of our journey. In due course we arrived. Marion entered the access code she had been given by Berniece and the entrance gates of the lovely mansion opened. We drove to the front door and that too was open. Climbing the three steps to the door from the gravel driveway we found ourselves in an entrance lobby with further inner doors. We deposited our belongings and looked around to see there were clothing racks in the lobby. A voice came over an intercom system as the outer doors closed.

"You are on a closed circuit TV system. You cannot enter here wearing clothes, strip off and then the inner doors will open."

I looked at Marion who simply smiled and shrugged. So we obeyed and put our clothes on the racks. The inner doors opened and we walked forward to find four other naked women, a tall middle aged woman with close cut iron grey hair. I guessed she was Berniece Brewerton. She was accompanied by a tall, statuesque woman with fine tits and auburn hair, whom I took to be Leonora. Then there were two younger women, a sexy little Strawberry Blond and a pretty and demure Ash Blond.

These women stepped forward and without a word opened their legs and parted their cunt lips, and then turned around, bent forward, parted their arse cheeks and displayed their bum holes. Marion nodded to me and we repeated the gesture. It was a fascinating sexual introduction.

Berniece spoke.

"Welcome to our guests. We have work to do today, but some pleasure us called for first. I suggest we form into two teams of three. Katya, Lexy and Leonora will be one and Marion, myself and Debra will be the other. I want this to be a wordless introduction as we all know why we are here and what we like, so this should be entirely tactile."

Lexy's View.

I was delighted that Berniece had chosen me to have sex with Leo and Katya, but then a thought crossed my mind. Was she going, finally, to have sex with Debra, her own daughter, albeit not her biological offspring, but someone to whom the incest taboo had applied?

I wasn't given long to dwell on that thought as Leo and Katya took hold of me and led me to a couch, placing me between them, and gently stroking my upper body, paying special attention to my tits and making my nipples stand out hard. I responded by taking a tit from each of them and moulding it by my left and right hands. We also began to exchange kisses, gently at first and then with increasing vigour.

Hands began to descend over abdomens and hips and to insinuate themselves between legs. Leo and Katya both inserted fingers into my cunt and I placed a hand in each of theirs. I felt their wetness and slid my fingers round their inner and outer lips, pausing only every now and then to lift a juice wet finger to my mouth to taste each one's arousal. I also took quim juice from Katy's cunt and presented it to Leo and then repeated the action from Leo to Katya. Both licked up the juice hungrily.

I was loving the attention I was getting --just the right sort of foreplay--when Katya broke the "no words" rule and whispered in my ear, "Marion wants to watch me go down on Leo. Can we rearrange ourselves so I can get between her legs and perhaps you can then squat over her face?"

That was OK by me, but what would Leo say?

"Does she now?" I heard Leo mutter. "Fucking bitch, but, shit, let's give it a go. I just want a fucking great orgasm."

So we altered our positions. Leo lay down on the couch with Katya's head between her legs and I squatted over Leo's mouth, supporting myself against the back of the couch so Leo could service my cunt from beneath me.

I looked round and my heart gave a thumping great bump--Berniece was kneeling between Debra's legs, tonguing her out while Marion squatted over Debra's face. The incest taboo line had been crossed, even if what was going on was not legally incest.

Marion caught my eye and winked lewdly at me. She knew the score, and I guessed Berniece must have told her about her desires with regard to Debra. After a while Marion pointed to herself and then to me and mouthed, "Fuck me?" I mouthed back, "Yes, Fuck you!"

We climbed down from our respective "perches" and looked for a place to fuck. There were no more couches in the room, but there were chairs with cushions. We selected a few and made a platform on which I lay with my knees up and my legs parted. Marion knelt down and applied her tongue to my cunt. No foreplay was needed as we were both very aroused by our previous activities.

What Leo had told me about Marion's oral skills was no exaggeration. She was superb, being both gentle and strong at the same time, coaxing my cunt lips open and lapping around within them, while sucking them gently so they became engorged. At that point she gently nipped them with her teeth which sent waves of pleasure through me. She also darted her tongue into my vagina and whisked it around there before concentrating on my clit, bringing me several times to the verge of orgasm before letting me subside slightly before a renewed attack.

Finally I could take no more and I gasped, "You must make me come, PLEASE, NOW!!

Marion sent me over the top and I gasped for breath as I was convulsed by my climax, and I was not the only one who "broke the rules" and made a noise. Debra and Leo each came noisily.

Six women lay around in various tangled poses. Three of them had their lips smeared with quim juice, all six were breathing heavily after their exertions. I reflected on what had been one of my best oral sex experiences ever, and I understood Leo's reaction to being told of Marion's involvement in our venture. Would I have voluntarily given up the amount of pleasure she could have had from Marion's tongue? Could Katya surrender it?

These reveries were ended by Berniece reminding us that we actually had work to do, but adding that there would be ample opportunity later to repay "sexual debts."

So before lunch and the working session we all made our way to either bedrooms or bathrooms to clean up and restore makeup. I caught up with Debra who was looking just a little bit sheepish.

"Ah, you let your Mother have her evil way with you," I said, immediately realising what a crude and hurtful remark that could have been, one which made Debra blush and turn away her head. I tried to make amends by apologising and putting my arms around her, and she collapsed on my shoulder. I thought she was crying for shame, but actually there were tears of joy.

"No, Lexy, no," Debra managed a giggle. "I had my way with her, and it was also my way of saying thanks for all she has done for me. She accepted me as her child to preserve the illusion of the marriage she did not actually have with my Father. She's been good to me, so why can't I now be good to her--at least in private?

I have been trying to convince her for quite a while to give way to her lust for me and to accept that, as I am not her biological offspring, there is no incest issue, apart from her own mental taboos. It's not as if I have been unaware of her sexual habits. I have seen her fuck you and other women, and we have regularly masturbated together. But is only today that she threw off her own self imposed moral shackles.

I am still legally her daughter, but from a sexual point of view we are both now free agents, and I am looking forward to having her later on. I really enjoyed the dirty thoughts I had while she tongued me out--maybe I have a bit of an incest fixation!"

"God, Debra, how you have changed," I exclaimed. "What has become of the demure girl who had to be inducted into girl on girl sex? You have become a randy little minx, a slut. a real whore--but I love you for it. I'd have you here and now, but my gut tells me we should be having lunch. Hunger can be a stronger passion than lust!"

After lunch Berniece addressed us.

"We had some real fun earlier, and I know we all want more later on, but we have got to work on the organisation of the big event. We look as though we shall have eighty paying guests at £200 a head, in addition to club membership dues. So the event itself will bring in some £16,000. However, though I do not have to pay rent on the premises I shall still have to take a large portion of the income as a contribution to heat, light, water, council tax, maintenance, wages, other corporate taxes, as well as the costs of advertising and hospitality.

That means we need to supplement our takings by the sale of our own in house porn magazines, of which we have a supply from Madama and Miss Marion. Lexy knows all about Madama's magazines as she features in some of them! We shall also retail porn videos, and here I must thank Leo for her work over the last few weeks. We shall be pushing the purchase of Marion's various lines of fetish wear and taking bookings for bespoke intimate garments. Then we will have our in-house photographers at work to take pictures of guests--at a price, of course.

However, a most lucrative income stream will be the favours you girls will sell to guests. There will be a basic charge of £75 for any form of major sexual contact with you--£50 if it's just a kiss and a cuddle with a simple photo pose. We shall adopt Madama's system at the Grange whereby every guest will have a bracelet which will activate a simple monitor you will all have to record a transaction. We have the credit card details of all guests so we shall simply add the cost of your services to their bills.