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"Ladies, and gentlemen, I give you, Carla."
Carla's mother had her on display, in the middle of their spacious lounge.
On the three large sofas, sat three couples. They were all very attractive, incredibly well turned out, and very, very, rich. Carla wondered how much the women's jewelry must be worth. She knew her mother had charged a fortune, for the privilege of being at this little get together.
She was also aware, that she, was to be the dish of the day.
The guests had been given a formal invitation, to the introduction of her daughter.
Although they were regular visitors to the house, Carla didn't recognise any of them.
She stood perfectly still, whilst her mother demonstrated to them, what was about to be served.
"Say hello, Carla."
"Good evening to you all. I'm very grateful to be able to provide a service to each, and everyone of you. I shall do my best to please you. My body belongs to you, tonight. Use, and abuse me, as you wish."
The little crowd clapped politely. Her mother, Lydia, spoke.
"As you can see, my daughter has made such an effort to look charming. Doesn't she look sweet, in her green school uniform?"
Carla was wearing a white blouse, green and yellow striped tie, green skirt and black heels.
"Please feel free, to make mess of it, and her. She loves to be covered in cum, don't you, Darling?"
"Oh yes, Mummy. It makes me feel, really dirty."
The guests murmured their approval. Lydia continued.
"The Spa will be available to those of you who may want to urinate on her, or indeed, if any of you, wish to be urinated on. I shall also be available, to help, with this service, but please, hold off till the end of the evening."
The Spa was a room in the house, specifically designed for those who enjoyed "water sports." It was a beautiful room, with a shower, towels, erotic paintings on the wall, and easily cleaned furniture. There were bath robes provided, but guests, of course, had to bring their own change of clean clothes. Shower gel and shampoo was also supplied, along with ludicrously expensive perfume, and beauty products.
It was hugely popular, and incredibly expensive. It had to be pre booked, and guests would hand their bags containing their change of clothes, and their mobile phones, to Lydia, on their arrival. She would put them safely, into a cupboard in the Spa.
In with the price, was a cleaning service for the guest's, piss soaked, clothes.
She would have them cleaned, and returned, in a matter of days.
It was a very lucrative side of the business.
Lydia continued with her presentation.
"Just look at her, ladies, and gentlemen. Isn't she delicious?"
She ran her hand through Carla's long red hair. She touched her daughter's lips.
"What a gorgeous mouth, don't you think?"
Carla sucked her mother's finger.
"Her mouth is just made, for sucking cock."
She held it there for a few seconds, then continued.
"And she is an expert, with her tongue. I can definitely, vouch for that, ladies."
She winked at them, and smiled.
"You love pussy, don't you, Darling?"
"You know I do, Mummy."
As she spoke, the women had began stroking their partner's cocks. The three men had all unzipped themselves, as they anticipated the entertainment, soon to begin.
Lydia looked at their erections. She smiled again.
"Patience, gentlemen! There is more to see. Carla, undo your blouse."
Carla undid four buttons and exposed her beautiful tits, and her mother's pink, frilly, cum stained bra.
"What do you think of those, ladies, and gentlemen?"
"Perfect," said one of the men. His gorgeous partner, massaged his swollen cock.
"Button yourself up , Darling. I think someone is getting over excited!" Said Lydia.
Carla smiled, and buttoned her blouse back up.
"Lift your skirt, Darling."
Carla lifted her green school skirt, revealing her mother's matching, pink, frilly knickers. Her mother gently rubbed her between her legs.
"Look everyone. She's already wet. Come and see."
Two of the women stood up and walked towards Carla. One knelt down in front of her, and breathed in, deeply. She closed her eyes, as Carla, looked down on her, continuing to hold her skirt up.
"She smells of your cunt, Lydia."
The other woman asked her to move over. She also knelt down, and they both breathed in the aroma of sweaty sex. They savored the scent for a minute, then returned to their partners, and resumed stroking their cocks.
Lydia pulled down her daughter's panties.
"Perhaps you'd like to feel how tight, and wet, she is."
The three men stood up, and walked towards Carla. They took it in turns, sliding their fingers into her. She closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of being sold off, as the whore, she was. She gently rubbed each one of their cocks. She couldn't wait till they were in whatever hole, they wanted.
The men sat down. Carla kept her skirt up. Her mother spoke.
"Turn round, Darling."
