It was Wednesday on our little getaway to the UK holiday destination of Ingoldmells which was an hour or so south from where I currently lived with my two whores Fiona and Alice, who just so happened to be mother and daughter.
The holiday so far had been a roaring success in the fact that on the first two nights I'd had no problem in getting the shit fucked out of both my whores. Well not so much Fiona the second night, unfortunately for her she spent last night as a fluffer for the old bingo men who fucked her daughter over and over.
We'd woken late again after another late and energetic evening so by the time we had eaten it was mid afternoon and the weather was warm and sunny. Alice served us breakfast on the plastic table and chairs outside the caravan considering it was such a nice afternoon.
We did get one or two strange looks from other holiday goers considering both Fiona and Alice were topless, I wasn't stupid enough to get us thrown of site by having them totally naked and there was nothing in the rules about topless sunbathing around the van so we ignored the disapproving glances.
The afternoon was spent around the van, outside sunbathing, the whores ordered to get as much sun on their tits as possible so they stayed topless the whole time and either slept or pretend to sleep as people passed and stared.
At seven we ate another small dinner inside then got ready to go out, this time to the bigger town of Skegness. This in my experience was just another shithole but it had bars and clubs with similar clientèle to that as Ingoldmells where we spent the first night.
There was little doubt in my mind that I'd be able to fix my whores up again this evening. I didn't tell them what I had in mind though, that was for me to know and them to find out later.
The taxi picked us up at 20:30pm which had given us time to sink a few drinks before we left, we were ordering our first beer in packed Skegness bar by nine pm.
Following my usual tried and tested formula both whores were dressed to impress, turn heads, draw attention and lure cock.
In this town it didn't take long I can assure you and in every pub we went in they both got lot's and lot's of attention.
In the street I stopped them, "here's the deal tonight whores," I said. "Old whore," I said addressing Fiona by her proper name. "Tonight you are every young lads dream come true, you only accept attention from men or groups of men under the age of twenty five." I said.
"Yes owner," she replied.
Unlike Alice she didn't ask how she was expected to know, she'd heard me scold Alice for being stupid so cleverly kept her mouth shut.
The story will now be more specific to Fiona and what she went through this evening.
Fiona was an expert at flirting, she'd been doing it for me for over two years now and we'd long passed the stage where she felt uncomfortable or embarrassed. She left me and Alice in the first two bars we went in and worked the crowd, I watched her move around from group to group getting attention but not giving away too much.
Any attention she received from older males she dealt with it swiftly and the men moved on without a fuss. As younger men approached her she acted like a totally different person, she touched their arms, biceps, chest, she stepped in close and pushed her big tits up against them and made her intentions obvious.
By the time we reached the third bar Fiona was on heat, her eyes told me all I needed to know as they glazed over with lust. I had sent Alice off to the downstairs bar as it was sign posted the 80's room so knew she would find what she needed there.
I went to the bar with Fiona and checked out the clientèle on this level, it was a good mixture but that was similar to the previous two bars where Fiona had got attention without definite success.
We stood at the bar and watched people for a minute or so and I soon realised that the younger crowd were heading upstairs, that's when I looked up and saw the sign on the stairs saying club music. Bingo I thought.
"Old whore," I said loudly so that Fiona and the other people in ear shot could hear and I received a few strange glances that became even more bemused when Fiona leaned in to talk.
"Yes owner," she said in to my ear.
"The room upstairs is where you need to be, get yourself up there and do what you do best," i told her.
"Yes Owner," she said and headed immediately for the stairs.
Fiona picks up the story from here on in.
I noticed the sign on the way up the stairs that said club music and clocked the ages of three passing males on the stairs, I had them at twenty (ish) and smiled.
As I got to the top of the stairs and pushed through the double doors the beat of the music hit me and I stood and looked around.
Owner was right the men in this room were all young looking, dancing like crazy and seemed a lot more pissed as they staggered around with two or three bottles in their hands at a time.
I spotted the bar over to the left and headed straight for it side stepping drunken men as I made my way across the crowded floor. Once at the bar area the music was a bit quieter and I joined the queue behind two lads no older that nineteen it looked.
It took them less than thirty seconds to spot me and when they did they did what every young lad does.
They both stared at my tits that were barely being held in my blouse then they looked down my body to my far to short a skirt for a woman my age and then down my tanned legs before coming back up to my smiling face.
"Do you like what you see boys?" I asked stepping a bit closer so that my tits were between the three of us.
Their eyes dropped and feasted on my gaping blouse which showed of lots of cleavage and a tantalising glimpse of the frilly material of my bra.
What I loved about young lads so much is that they were so brazen and confident nowadays, and they Didn't care if I was twenty years their senior, they said what they like when they liked.
"You've got a cracking pair of tits milf," said the shortest.
"What you doing in this room milf, the 80's is downstairs," said the taller one laughing with his friend.
I liked the fact they were referring to me as milf as they spoke and I never corrected them, they were to dumb and pissed to realise that this was showing my submissive nature. This is where older and younger boys differed, older men with more female experience pick up on submissiveness I find.
