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Nisha let her tongue slide slowly over the wet folds of flesh. Playfully licking the tip of the erect clitoris hood she then let her tongue travel back down. The woman receiving this excellent attention moaned loudly.

“Come on. I want to see you explode.” Nisha whispered. “I want to see you cum over my mouth and face. I want taste you.”

The woman writhed on the mattress, her hands twisted in the handcuffs that were secured to the bed head. She suddenly arched her back and Nisha began to feel sweet sticky juice cascade onto her face.

“Oh baby, you taste so good,” Nisha shouted as she stared intently at her captive.

“Oh yeah!” shouted the woman in pleasurable ecstasy. Nisha let her tongue wash over the woman’s pussy, drinking greedily at such a feast. Several times her expert tongue brought the woman over the edge until Nisha decided to calmed things down and leaned over to kiss the woman full on the mouth.

“Hmm, I will have the taste of you with me all day.” Nisha whispered with a big smile as she quickly unlocked the cuffs and pulled the women’s hands free.

“I gotta go the bathroom, see you in soon sweetness.” She said as she hurriedly pulled on her robe and headed out of the bedroom.

While washing herself, Nisha looked at her own reflection in the mirror. Her mass of naturally curly auburn hair, which fell untidily over her face, could not hide the fact she was a very attractive women.

“Your twenty five and in your prime, girl.” she said back to her reflection, while admiring her long legs and toned body. She smiled and let her cute nose wrinkle up, as she pushed out her small but firm breasts towards the mirror. When she returned to the bedroom she found the woman sitting up and slowly getting dressed. Nisha noticed that despite being probably in her forties the woman still had a good figure. Her short strawberry blond hair showed off her tanned face and blue eyes.

“Don’t you want to freshen up sweetness?” asked Nisha. “The bathrooms free now.”

“Er, no I’ve got to go,” replied the older woman nervously. “That was wonderful. You were wonderful.” she continued as she hurriedly got dressed.

“I aim to please,” said Nisha “That will be one hundred pounds sweetness”

The women looked up in slight surprise “Oh, yes. Do forgive me. I’m so forgetful. This is the first time I’ve ever…”

“Been eaten out by a prostitute?” added Nisha mischievously.

“Oh no!” replied the woman in some alarm. “I mean, I have always wanted to try something like this with a women. But I needed to be discrete. I needed no comebacks.”

“Hey, its alright. You came to the right girl” Nisha said trying to calm things down. “It will always be discrete with me. You need never worry sweetness.” This reassurance helped the woman regain her composure. And she smiled back a Nisha.

“Please, call me Rita. I prefer that. I would love to become a regular of yours Nisha. There are so many things I want to experiment with.”

“Well just you give me a call Rita. I’ll always fit you in. Besides you make such a change from all the male clients I have. And you taste so much better then any of them!” joked Nisha and both women laughed. Rita then handed Nisha her money from a large briefcase, before Nisha ushered her out of the front door as quickly as she could. But a few minutes later there was a knock on the door again.

Nisha was still only dressed in her robe and answered the door half expecting to find Rita standing there again. Instead, a figure dressed in black with a beanie hat pulled tightly over their head pushed passed her in a great hurry.

“What the…Who the hell are you,” screamed Nisha as she was almost pushed to the floor. “Hey come back here!” She said as she saw the intruder disappear into her bedroom and gave chase. To her amazement instead of being confronted by some maniac, Nisha found herself face to face with a young teenage girl.

“Please, we need to talk. We have something in common!” babbled the girl as Nisha pushed her against the wall. As the girl’s hat fell off waves of strawberry blond hair tumbled down around her shoulders. Nisha stood back in astonishment.

“My name is Anjali,” continued the girl in some distress “And you just slept with my mother!” Nisha stared back at her in shock.

“What? What are you talking about?” was all she could say.

The girl began to gain some composure. “My mother, Rita. You and her did it together, just now. I know. I heard everything. She rang me and forgot to turn off her mobile while on the way to she meet you. Left it in her briefcase still turned on. I heard everything…where you live…everything.”

The full horror hit Nisha harder then a fist. “Oh my God!” was all she could say as she sat on the bed in total shock. But what happened next shocked her even more.

“I want the to do the same. I want to experience what my mother experienced.” Said Anjali suddenly.

“What?” said Nisha hoping she had misheard.

“Yes, I want you to do the same to me. Take me to bed. Eat me out,” said Anjali now very confident. “You do it and I won’t open my mouth about you and mum”

Nisha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “That’s blackmail.” She finally managed to say.

“Yeah, so,” Said the girl “You do me and I’ll be implicated just as much as you and my mum. My father is very nasty, if he finds out all hell will be let lose. Look, I’m old enough. I turned eighteen last week, here’s my ID.”

Nisha glanced briefly at Anjali’s ID card. What a mess. What was she to do? Slowly she stood up, walked over to Bonne and stared at her full in the face. She saw a very attractive young lady starring back, big beautiful blue eyes, a lovely shaped nose and lips. And few freckles dotted around her face with her long strawberry blond hair falling down to her shoulders.

“Take your clothes off.” was all she could say before walking slowly out of the bedroom and closing the front door. As Nisha walked back to the bedroom she let her robe fall off behind her. She lay on the bed and slowly moved a hand down her thigh, pushing a few fingers onto her pussy as she casually watched Anjali get naked as well.

Anjali moved as quick as she could. Pulling off her clothes and letting them drop to the floor. She was soon only in her bra and panties. And soon those were gone too. There she stood, triumphantly in front of the bed waiting for the next move.

Nisha let her eyes feast on what they saw. On Anjali’s pert small young nipples, which stood to attention as the cool air hit them. On her slim

body and white milky skin. And her silvery blond triangle of hair between her legs.

“Come here” Nisha whispered holding out her arms.

Anjali moved onto the bed and quickly into the awaiting arms of Nisha. The two women gently let their hands caress each other, staring into each

other’s eyes in complete silence. Then slowly moving towards a kiss. Lips meeting, touching, joining. Anjali was very eager and excited, anxiously pushing her tongue hard into the open mouth of her “lover.” Nisha tried to control things, pulling her head back and pushing Anjali away.

“Hey, not so fast! Take it easy sweetness.”

But Anjali was in no mood to listen. She pushed herself once more onto Nisha and again started a kiss. Nisha felt Anjali’s tongue frantically trying to push its way past her now clenched teeth. She tried to move but found her head held tightly in the hands of this young girl, who had remarkable strength. She tried to cry out, but found instead she let the deep penetrating kiss take over. Soon she was kissing back, just as frantically, just as deeply.

Nisha suddenly snapped out of this delirium. What the hell was she doing? She should be in charge here. Quickly she pushed Anjali onto her back, breaking their kiss and straddling the teenager.

“Hey now listen” she said sternly. “Lets get one thing straight. I maybe just a whore in your eyes but you better treat me with respect! I’m in charge here OK.”

Anjali looked shocked. Her face turned bright red “I’m sorry …”

“OK, just so we know where we stand.” Said Nisha regaining her composure. “Look, its alright sweetness. Just, you’re young and far too eager. If you want me to teach you I’ve got to be in charge.”

“I understand.” The teenager whispered. “It’s just listening to you and my mother… I’m really horny Nisha. Will you handcuff me to the bed as well?”

“No way.” Nisha snapped.

She was beginning to get irritated now. But more to the point Nisha felt unnerved by the fact that this girl, this teenager, this blackmailer, actually really turned her on. Nisha was used to simply turning off her emotions. Taking the lead and acting out whatever the client wanted, then charging a price for it. But today things were certainly different.

“Sorry” she said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap like that…Look sweetness, come here. Hold me. Let me kiss you. Anjali listen, I’m just as horny as you are.”

With that Nisha moved her head down and began to let her lips lightly press against the girl’s. Suddenly both women seem to just let go and next instant they were lost in a deep loving kiss. Hands wandered over skin, legs playful intertwined and breasts crushed against each other. Nisha moved downward and let her mouth find the sweet tiny nipples of the teenager. She sucked on each one hard, letting her teeth nibble them lightly and pull on them. This brought a low moan from Anjali.

“Oh, yes, oh yeah suck harder. Please suck harder!” the young girl cried.

“Oh, so this is what a dirty girl likes.” Nisha said with delight.

With that Nisha let one of her hand’s roam down between Anjali’s legs. Pushing them apart with one of her knees she let her fingers brush gently over the lips of the teenager’s pussy. Sliding slowly inside, Nisha carefully pushed one of her fingers in and out. Soon it was joined by a second, then a third.

“Oh, shit that’s good.” Shouted Anjali.

Kneeling on the bed, Nisha quickly moved both her hands under Anjali’s sweet tight bottom. Moving forward she lifted the teenager’s body higher. Before she knew what was happening Anjali found herself almost on her head. Firm hands gripped her

waist and she could feel Nisha’s body warming her back. She opened her eyes to see Nisha’s smiling face looking down at her between her outstretched legs, which were now resting on the prostitute’s shoulders.

“What a position to find yourself in young lady.” Mocked Nisha before she started to let her tongue push between the folds of Anjali’s very wet pussy.

Anjali found she could hardly move. Waves of pleasure, like little electric shocks moved rapidly down her body as Nisha worked her magic. She tried to push herself harder against the mouth of her sweet tormenter, but Nisha held her tightly and continued her skilled attack.

“My, what have we here?” teased Nisha. “Why if it isn’t the sweetest little clit. Just standing to attention waiting to be licked.”

“Oh fuck! Yes! Lick it! Fucking lick my clit!” screamed Anjali now so very near the edge.

With that Nisha began to gorge herself hungrily. Sweeping her wet tongue this way and that across the sweet wet pussy lips. Forcing them open and pushing her tongue as deep as it would go. Fucking Anjali with it. Making her squirm as Nisha continued to gently work on the beautiful ripe clit. Tasting her. Drinking her. Loving her. Then Anjali climaxed.

“Oh fucking hell!! Yes!!” screamed the young girl.

Her body twisted in total pleasure. Her legs became rigid and clasped Nisha’s head. Eventually sliding down onto the bed Anjali continued to shake in pure orgasmic ecstasy. When Anjali finally recovered she found herself alone. The sound of running water was coming from the bathroom. Eventually Nisha returned wet, naked, with just a towel wrapped around her head.

“Well young lady. You seem to have enjoyed yourself. Now if you don’t mind I would like you to leave.” Nisha said bluntly.

“Nisha, please don’t be like that. Don’t be so hard, please!” cried Anjali. “We both shared something…”

“No we did not!” snapped Nisha. “We didn’t share anything. You wanted to experience what your mother did. Well fine. You did. Now please go.”

Anjali stared back at Nisha. She felt like she had been slapped down hard and cruelly. Slowly she got off the bed, pushing her lovely blonde hair away from her face. She began to collect her clothes and as she did so tears began to flow down her cheeks.

“Oh fucking hell. This is all I need!” said Nisha under her breath. “Look Anjali. I’m sorry, look stop it. Fucking hell! Come here. Sit on the bed

with me sweetness. Stop crying, please!”

Once again Nisha found herself cuddling and comforting Anjali. Both women held each other tightly, rocking back and forth on the bed. As Nisha gazed into Anjali’s beautiful young face she couldn’t stop herself. Leaning forward she kissed her again. Deeply. Passionately. Leaning back on the bed head Nisha let Anjali slowly kiss down her neck.

“I’m really sorry to do this to you Nisha. I really am.” Whispered Anjali.

Nisha sighed and closed her eyes. She was enjoying this. At least Anjali had stopped crying. Suddenly she became aware that her left arm seemed pinned down. She couldn’t move it. In horror she saw that her arm was now fixed tightly to the bed head. The pair of silver handcuffs had been snapped over her wrist. Before she knew what was happening her other arm had been violently pushed back and was also attached to the bed head via the other pair of cuffs. She couldn’t move.

“As I was saying. I’m really sorry to do this to you Nisha. I really am.” Anjali said with wicked smile on her face. “Well it appears that I’m in charge now doesn’t it!”

Nisha frantically tried to pull herself free of her restraints, but it was no use. She was about to let out a scream but Anjali suddenly covered her mouth with her own. Kissing her with all her might the young girl forced her tongue deep inside, transfixing the brunette with her efforts.

Suddenly Anjali broke the kiss. Placing a finger gently across Nisha’s mouth the teenager whispered. ” Listen to me Nisha. I’m not going to hurt you. You’re right; I really enjoyed what you

did to me. You really made me see stars.”

Standing up Anjali casually walked around the bed, all the while staring intently at her captive. A much more confident, assertive adult had suddenly replaced the nervy awkward teenager’s personality.

Nisha glared back, her arms straining in the cuffs.

“Besides,” continued Anjali “What are you going to do? Scream? I doubt anyone will come. And remember, if I walk out of here now you’ll be stuck on that bed for a very long time. I’d cooperate if I were you.”

Nisha quickly weighed up what Anjali was saying. She soon realized the truth. She began to curse herself for letting her guard down and being ensnared so easily. For now though she recognized she had no option but to play along.

“What do you want? Money? It’s all over there. Take it and let me go.” She said as calmly as she could.

“Thanks” replied Anjali. “But I’ll only take what I earn. And so far I haven’t done that.”

“What do you mean?” Asked Nisha.

Anjali sat back down on the bed and leaned over. Nisha felt small pert nipples glide against hers, which sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Looking up she was confronted once again with Anjali’s pretty sweet innocent face almost inches from her own.

“You think I’m just a naïve teenager when it comes to fucking someone” Anjali continued. “Well with men that’s true. But women, oh that’s a very different story. I suppose it won’t surprise you to know that thanks to my parents I’ve spent quite a few years in boarding school. I soon found out very early on that I preferred girls. And I made the most of it when the lights went out at night. We were all at it. Proper little lesbians we were. Experimenting all the time.”

“And what’s that got to do with me?” asked Nisha.

Anjali moved closer and again gave Nisha a lingering deep kiss that once again almost took her breath away. The atmosphere seemed electrically charge now. The two women continued their passionate advances. Nisha stained in her cuffs. Despite her best efforts she found herself

becoming more and more aroused.

Anjali suddenly broke away. The sound of heavy breathing and the musky smell of awaken excitement filled the room.

“I want to make love to you Nisha.” Anjali whispered.

Nisha suddenly burst out laughing. ” I’m glad you do. But sweetness you couldn’t afford my fees.”

“I know.” said Anjali very seriously “But YOU could afford to pay me, for my services.”

“What do you mean, pay you?” Nisha asked.

“Simple really. Just make me your whore Nisha,” replied Anjali with a very wicked smile on her face.” I’d become your own personal hooker.”

This stunned Nisha. The brunette was totally lost for words. The whole idea of Anjali offering her personal services seemed utterly ludicrous. And yet, somewhere in the back of her mind this situation seemed very erotic, almost appealing.

Nisha started laughing again “You’ve got to be joking. You want me to pay you! No way lady! Now stop this and let me go.”

“I understand your anger Nisha,” continued Anjali ” But you really haven’t let me show how good I am. I’m better than any man, better than any toy. Whatever fantasy you have I’ll make it reality. I know you’re really turned on just as much as me. I’m going to make love to you now. Then you’ll see just how good you and me are together.”

And with that Anjali moved down Nisha’s body. Kissing slowly down her neck. Hands, gently pushing at her breasts, feeding them greedily into her own mouth. Sucking. Biting. Her own legs forcing apart the thighs of the older woman’s. Letting a hand caress slowly downwards. Touching. Feeling. Entering.

Nisha groaned. She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this. She knew she should stop this now. Clamp her legs together. Bite. Kick. Tell Anjali to simply fuck off and to hell with the consequences. But she couldn’t. She was lost. Lost in a fever pitch of sexual gratification. And she had to see it through.

“Oh fuck yes!” she found herself saying as she pushed her legs wider apart. Nisha then watched the mischievous grin on Anjali’s face as she moved down her body. Unhurriedly sinking between her legs.

That feeling. That incredible feeling as a lovers tongue enticingly rolls over your own wet expectant pussy. Hot breath. Smooth skin. Heightened sensations. All these things Nisha began to experience as Anjali pushed her nearer the edge. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and pulled harder and harder on her cuffs. The first jolt of an orgasm began to build up. Gradually. Then more. Then more still.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh yes. That’s it. Oh fuck I’m cuming!” She heard herself cry out.

But Anjali was not yet ready to let Nisha off with simply a few nice orgasms. She had a point to prove. And besides, she was just getting going herself. She enjoyed tasting her new playmate and wanted more. She quickly decided on her next course of action. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and smiled as she observed Nisha trying to regain her senses.

“Hoped you liked it.” She grinned, her blonde hair now matted to her face. Her exquisite, kissable mouth covered in a film of pussy juice. “By the way, you taste divine. Let me do your G-spot now.”

Before Nisha could protest she felt Anjali pushing her delicate fingers inside her once again. The young girl now concentrated intently as she moved them upward and underneath Nisha’s clit. Easing her hand forwards Anjali watched for Nisha’s reaction as she moved slowly just inside her soaking wet pussy.

“Oh no! Stop!” squealed Nisha “I feel like I’m going to pee!”

This brought a broad smile to the young girls face. “No you’re not silly. Just go with it.”

Nisha groaned as she began to suddenly encounter ripples of powerful enjoyment. Higher and higher Anjali took her. Stroking her fingers skilfully inside Nisha’s now gaping wide pussy. Things were becoming a blur in Nisha’s mind. She was so near now. She opened her mouth to scream but couldn’t. In the very back of her brain she heard Anjali exclaim.

“Nisha, your clit is so beautiful. Hmm, I must taste it again.”

That’s all it took. Nisha was pushed over her plateau. A magnificent deep feeling enveloped her, like someone had cracked a whip over her body.

She convulsed and lifted off the bed in a state of pure extasy. Again and again she climaxed until she just had to stop. She flopped down. Totally. Utterly. Completely. Spent. How delicious.

Nisha felt she wanted to be a little girl again. Wrapped up warm and safe. She didn’t feel the handcuffs being removed. All she could remember was curling up in a little ball, the covers of her bed pulled tightly over her as she slept. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked around her bedroom but saw no sign of Anjali.

As quickly as she could she jumped out of bed and wondered around her apartment. There was no sign of Anjali anywhere. Or was there? Nisha suddenly noticed a sheet of paper placed neatly on the kitchen table. Frantically she picked it up. It read.

“Dear Sweetest Nisha. Glad you enjoyed yourself. I’ve taken the £100 you charged my mother Rita, for your services. It will cost you the same if you want to see me again. My mobile number is written on the back of this note. Love Anjali.”

Nisha hurriedly turned over the note and stared at the mobile phone number that Anjali had written. Would she ever use it? Could she bring herself to?

The ringing of Nisha’s own mobile phone brought her back to reality with a jolt. Picking it up she pressed the answer key and spoke.

“Hello, Nisha here.” She said. The female voice she heard almost made her drop the phone.

“Nisha. It’s Rita here. Listen I really enjoyed our get together earlier. I cannot get you out of my mind to tell you the truth. Could we please

meet up tomorrow? Say midday. My family are all out then and well…Oh sorry I do waffle on. Is your fee still £100?”

For what seemed like an eternity Nisha just could not bring herself to speak. All she had to do was say she was busy and everything would end. Having Rita as a client would end. Having her daughter Anjali as a personal hooker would also end. Carefully she put the phone to her ear.

“I’m sorry Rita.” She began “My mind was drifting.

Midday sounds fine to me. Same cost as last time.

We’ll try some G-spot massage if you like.

Believe me it will drive you up the wall. See you then. Bye.”

Turning off the phone Nisha noticed she was still clutching Anjali’s number. Carefully she started to enter it into the memory of her own phone. Something told her she would be calling her personal hooker very soon.