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I would go up the stairs and talk to Yvette, who was once again tempting me in every way to work for her by doing sex shows. She'd been trying to seduce me for almost two years now. Through her friends she had found out that I wasn't dating anymore. It was a chance for her to convince me! Before we entered the classroom, she looked into my eyes and said:
It's not the first time I ask you out, many men would love to go on a date with you.
I replied with a smile:
That would be interesting, but I don't have the courage.
Right after that, we went in to watch the class.
I was always excited by her proposals. Both for the money that could be earned and the feeling of pleasure this would give me. She knew how to express herself, and many times almost convinced me! My name is Laura. Me and my brothers had a repressive education from our parents, especially Mommy. All matters related to sex were dealt with in a veiled and uneducational way. My mom never talked to me about sex. When there was a kissing or cuddling scene between a couple in the soap opera, it became an extremely boring atmosphere in the living room. My parents didn't know where to put their face! I am the eldest daughter, 42 years old today; my sister is forty. She is my confidante; my brother (younger) is thirty and has taken a softer phase from my parents. Being male he was brought up with more freedom. I remember that when I was six I asked my father what "boceta" meant. He punched me lightly in the mouth! He looked at me angrily and just said it was a swear word! (but not his fault!) Later on, I learned from schoolmates about the meaning of this name: "Boceta!" (laughter). Thanks to my sketch, I have a lot of stuff today! (Laughter) Also remember the first erotic magazine that I saw: Sabrina. Remember? When I was about ten years old, playing hide-and-seek with my two cousins and sister in my godmother's house, when I went underneath the bed and ended up finding several copies under the mattress... My Godmother read Sabrina! I became fascinated by looking at pictures of women in sensual poses! At this stage of my life, I wanted to be like those girls! Read the stories! Never forgot it! We stopped playing and we all sat reading, delighting in the stories they told us. Mommy and stepmom were talking in the kitchen. How nice! They didn't even notice what we were doing. I got excited and couldn't stop reading. Those good times! Everything was new! Unintentionally we were discovering a world that would stay with us forever. Admittedly, during my teenage years, I caressed my sister and two cousins who are about the same age as me and my sister. We went so far as to pet each other five times on different days. The four of us together in one room! Sometimes at Mom's house, sometimes at our godmother's. We always did it in secret! It was a secret between us; we were developing our sexuality: touching each other over the clothes and then without them, exchanging handkerchiefs all over your body, licking one another and feeling what the other felt like - so good that you would get chills, anxiety, excitement and reach orgasms not knowing what they are but just feel warm wet vaginas and an enjoyable (relaxing) sensation which came right after peak of pleasure And then we would put on our clothes and continue to talk or write in journals or letter papers, but it's worth remembering that these caresses were just between us; there was no penetration, none of the adults present, and nobody lost their virginity because of this. We never suffered any kind of coercion. It wasn't libertinism! Girl stuff! We called it "doin' shit". (Laughter) I don't know why, but soon afterwards we stopped seeing each other and started taking an interest in boys. At fifteen years old, I had my first boyfriend -- all kisses and handshakes were part of the menu. I lost my virginity to another boyfriend, five years older than me. I was already seventeen when it happened! The first times are shit! They hurt and they're not fun! Then it hurts and it's fun! And then it is just fun! (Laughter) Now that I have given a brief explanation about myself, I will go back to Yvette. She was a beautiful, attractive woman and always very affectionate in dealing with people. At the time I was twenty-six years old and Yvette was forty-three. I worked as an intern for a lawyer friend of my father. She was an agent for girls to programs and studied law with me in the evening period. We were on seventh semester of course. From time to time she brought, to college books from girls who worked for her. Discreetly I and my friends would be looking at pictures of girls during class and breaks. Her proposals were always tempting! She had already convinced some girlfriends of mine to do shows but I never accepted. I lived trying myself. Many of my friends did some shows to find out how it is, what happens, what the proportionate feeling and making money. Most didn't continue in this business they were just curiosities really but that fact was not bad for Ivete because customers always wanted new girls! Three more months went by one Monday as soon as I arrive at college she comes to meet me all affectionately and says:
How are you, miss?
I said:
How are you, Ivete?
Ivete: What is it?
I need to ask you something, see if you can help me!
I said:
Who knows if I can!
Ivete: What is it?
- If you know of any girls who like women, will you let me know?
I said:
Why do you want a girl like that?
Ivete: What is it?
- I want some girl to do shows with my clients, they pay well but you have to like women and accept doing programs.
I said:
Don't your girls fuck women?
Ivete: What is it?
Some of them do shows with women and couples, some don't... but these are my clients who prefer female starters.
I said:
All right, I'll let you know if I hear anything.
We walked into the classroom and I was thinking about her proposal, but it seemed to me that this is another one of Yvette's tactics for seducing me. After all if I had not yet accepted doing shows with men who knows could have agreed to do programs with women.
- Ivete, I have the girl you asked me!
She looked frightened and immediately asked:
- Who's that?
I answered by looking:
- I did!
Ivete had a shock:
I don't think so, are you?
I said:
But I have to tell you something, because I work and live with my parents no one can know about this.
Ivete: What is it?
Whatever you want!
I said:
I can only do these shows on Fridays, after school.
Ivete: What is it?
Two days from Friday, you've got a client waiting for you.
I said:
You had it all worked out, didn't you?
She answers with a smile on her lips:
Come prepared, I'll take you to her house.
I was shocked:
- Go to sleep?
Ivete: What is it?
You're sleeping with her, she pays you well and wants to make love.
I said:
- You can!
I was excited and at the same time nervous about accepting. I don't know this woman, have never seen her and am going to sleep with her? What a thing! But I held out for tips! I wanted to earn money and see how it would make me feel. Everything is valid! And better be in a house than on the street or motel. Let's go! It came Friday, 10:13 p.m., Ivete and I arrived at Camila's home. A nice, cozy house. We were introduced, Yvette received payment, gave me half (a good amount of money) and left. It was arranged that she would pick me up around 7:30 pm so we could go to college on Saturday. It was with Camila that I began to understand a lot of things in life. Camilla was a university professor, forty-six years old, widowed and had two children. That night they would sleep at her grandmother's house. She lacked affection, warmth, tenderness, someone who could keep her company and listen to her. Of course she also liked women. But she wasn't only interested in sex. She wanted something more. We talked and she told me about her daily routine, asked about me and already knew it was my first show. I felt that it was more important for me to be with her than she owned me. I went and took a shower, and she told me she'd expect me in bed. It was past midnight when I walked into her room wearing only panties and black bolero. I am 1.62 meters tall, white skin, medium breasts, wide hips and at the time weighed 59 kilograms, wavy hair below my shoulders. We were excited about each other. Camila is a woman of 1.7 m and 72 kg, smelly, big tits, broad hips, whitish skin, soft, smooth-black hair. A delight! She called me underneath the soft duvet on her beautiful blanket and kissed us. She licked me all over, I was in the clouds! She grabbed my body and gave me sensations that I'd never felt before. I could feel her limp tongue going in and out of me; she swung at my clitoris, praying with her fingertips and prayer with her tongue! Wonderful! I reciprocated affection on her and we enjoyed ourselves for a long time in bed. Then we got up and had some tea and cookies. Around 3:03 p.m., we went to sleep. She stuck one of her legs in the middle of my thighs and was smoothing out my butt, feeling my soft skin and rubbing her beautiful breasts on my back. I noticed that she had a habit of passing her hands around exploring me vaginally and anusily with her fingers to feel the warmth and smells of my body; she would put her finger inside my vagina into hers then lick it off, masturbating herself over and over again; she'd stick her forefinger up my anal area, smell it and lick. Very affectionate. She kissed me a lot on my neck, ears and lips from her mouth. It never hurt! I loved the way she touched my orifices! (Laughter) She wouldn't let go of me! Late! But we were tired and slept in each other's arms. The next day I went to class with Yvette. Two Fridays per month for two years, I would sleep at her house even though both of her children lived there. I stayed in this life as a show girl for two years. Another remarkable fact was the group of women that I attended. A delight to participate in the parties they promoted. The names of the parties were "Men do not enter" and "Dinner only for women". It was conceived by a group of woman who, after numerous betrayals from their husbands decided no longer to wait for them to have pleasure. They gained their sexual independence, which means masturbating and exchanging caresses with each other, did not need them anymore. These parties took place on average once a month. It was a group of twelve women, aged between forty-three and fifty-two years old, financially stable who set up a foundation to treat and help overly loving women. Similar to the already existing group called MADA (Women Who Love Too Much Anonymous). They had their occupations and always exercised some activity in the foundation. But since no one is iron, they also figured out a way to have fun. They were having lesbian orgies. At first I was impressed! I'd never seen so many naked women enjoying themselves. I felt like the hunted prey amongst these insatiable females! Imagine a large, well-decorated room with four bunk beds in pairs without headboards attached to each other fixed on the floor and full of naked women making love. Crazy! It was simply an invitation for extreme pleasure! There were no drugs at these parties; there were few alcoholic beverages or soft drinks and plenty of drinking water! No one had altered states of consciousness and everyone knew exactly what they were doing. The only requirement was to keep up with gynecological exams and blood tests. A striking feature was that they were all wearing sexy lingerie, socks seven octaves or dragging and bodies among other pieces. There were two women licking my vagina and fighting over my clitoris with their limp tongues. Two others sucking on my breasts. And another two kissing me in the mouth! I looked around and saw four-legged females lying down masturbating openly and some just making out - beautiful! Then I had to suck woman by woman; each one liked to make fun of it twice or three times in my mouth, I swallowed up all their fluid. My mouth and lips would become, from the natural acidity of my vagina, numbed and baked. While I was sucking one, others were sucking me and then they ate me with their lubricated toys. They penetrated my vagina and anus always carefully and affectionately. There was always ambient music playing and there was a lot of moaning and whispering. They made love to each other; no-one was left out. There were two women who when they reached orgasm cried! It was so beautiful to feel them enjoying themselves in my mouth and letting tears flow from their lovely little eyes. They were respectable women, elegant and well-behaved; young ladies who smelled good and always smiled. Their bodies were neatly cared for, their skin soft, one fat here and another there - that's part of it! We reached a state of intense extreme pleasure. They were very tasty! Misses! After having fun (around 3.10 am), we took a relaxing bath [with bathing salts] and went to tea with buttered biscuits.
In these two years as a program girl, I earned good money (Ivete too) and was able to make my half-foot. A tip for all girls of the show: always say NO TO DRUGS, drink little, smoke less and save money. We do not know tomorrow. Today I work as a lawyer, am married, have two beautiful daughters and an even more handsome boy. I love my husband, I don't do any programs since I was twenty nine years old. But because no one is iron, whenever we can, my husband and I hire program girls to satisfy our thirst for pleasure!
Rest in peace and thank you for reading.
It's not the first time I ask you out, many men would love to go on a date with you.
I replied with a smile:
That would be interesting, but I don't have the courage.
Right after that, we went in to watch the class.
I was always excited by her proposals. Both for the money that could be earned and the feeling of pleasure this would give me. She knew how to express herself, and many times almost convinced me! My name is Laura. Me and my brothers had a repressive education from our parents, especially Mommy. All matters related to sex were dealt with in a veiled and uneducational way. My mom never talked to me about sex. When there was a kissing or cuddling scene between a couple in the soap opera, it became an extremely boring atmosphere in the living room. My parents didn't know where to put their face! I am the eldest daughter, 42 years old today; my sister is forty. She is my confidante; my brother (younger) is thirty and has taken a softer phase from my parents. Being male he was brought up with more freedom. I remember that when I was six I asked my father what "boceta" meant. He punched me lightly in the mouth! He looked at me angrily and just said it was a swear word! (but not his fault!) Later on, I learned from schoolmates about the meaning of this name: "Boceta!" (laughter). Thanks to my sketch, I have a lot of stuff today! (Laughter) Also remember the first erotic magazine that I saw: Sabrina. Remember? When I was about ten years old, playing hide-and-seek with my two cousins and sister in my godmother's house, when I went underneath the bed and ended up finding several copies under the mattress... My Godmother read Sabrina! I became fascinated by looking at pictures of women in sensual poses! At this stage of my life, I wanted to be like those girls! Read the stories! Never forgot it! We stopped playing and we all sat reading, delighting in the stories they told us. Mommy and stepmom were talking in the kitchen. How nice! They didn't even notice what we were doing. I got excited and couldn't stop reading. Those good times! Everything was new! Unintentionally we were discovering a world that would stay with us forever. Admittedly, during my teenage years, I caressed my sister and two cousins who are about the same age as me and my sister. We went so far as to pet each other five times on different days. The four of us together in one room! Sometimes at Mom's house, sometimes at our godmother's. We always did it in secret! It was a secret between us; we were developing our sexuality: touching each other over the clothes and then without them, exchanging handkerchiefs all over your body, licking one another and feeling what the other felt like - so good that you would get chills, anxiety, excitement and reach orgasms not knowing what they are but just feel warm wet vaginas and an enjoyable (relaxing) sensation which came right after peak of pleasure And then we would put on our clothes and continue to talk or write in journals or letter papers, but it's worth remembering that these caresses were just between us; there was no penetration, none of the adults present, and nobody lost their virginity because of this. We never suffered any kind of coercion. It wasn't libertinism! Girl stuff! We called it "doin' shit". (Laughter) I don't know why, but soon afterwards we stopped seeing each other and started taking an interest in boys. At fifteen years old, I had my first boyfriend -- all kisses and handshakes were part of the menu. I lost my virginity to another boyfriend, five years older than me. I was already seventeen when it happened! The first times are shit! They hurt and they're not fun! Then it hurts and it's fun! And then it is just fun! (Laughter) Now that I have given a brief explanation about myself, I will go back to Yvette. She was a beautiful, attractive woman and always very affectionate in dealing with people. At the time I was twenty-six years old and Yvette was forty-three. I worked as an intern for a lawyer friend of my father. She was an agent for girls to programs and studied law with me in the evening period. We were on seventh semester of course. From time to time she brought, to college books from girls who worked for her. Discreetly I and my friends would be looking at pictures of girls during class and breaks. Her proposals were always tempting! She had already convinced some girlfriends of mine to do shows but I never accepted. I lived trying myself. Many of my friends did some shows to find out how it is, what happens, what the proportionate feeling and making money. Most didn't continue in this business they were just curiosities really but that fact was not bad for Ivete because customers always wanted new girls! Three more months went by one Monday as soon as I arrive at college she comes to meet me all affectionately and says:
How are you, miss?
I said:
How are you, Ivete?
Ivete: What is it?
I need to ask you something, see if you can help me!
I said:
Who knows if I can!
Ivete: What is it?
- If you know of any girls who like women, will you let me know?
I said:
Why do you want a girl like that?
Ivete: What is it?
- I want some girl to do shows with my clients, they pay well but you have to like women and accept doing programs.
I said:
Don't your girls fuck women?
Ivete: What is it?
Some of them do shows with women and couples, some don't... but these are my clients who prefer female starters.
I said:
All right, I'll let you know if I hear anything.
We walked into the classroom and I was thinking about her proposal, but it seemed to me that this is another one of Yvette's tactics for seducing me. After all if I had not yet accepted doing shows with men who knows could have agreed to do programs with women.
- Ivete, I have the girl you asked me!
She looked frightened and immediately asked:
- Who's that?
I answered by looking:
- I did!
Ivete had a shock:
I don't think so, are you?
I said:
But I have to tell you something, because I work and live with my parents no one can know about this.
Ivete: What is it?
Whatever you want!
I said:
I can only do these shows on Fridays, after school.
Ivete: What is it?
Two days from Friday, you've got a client waiting for you.
I said:
You had it all worked out, didn't you?
She answers with a smile on her lips:
Come prepared, I'll take you to her house.
I was shocked:
- Go to sleep?
Ivete: What is it?
You're sleeping with her, she pays you well and wants to make love.
I said:
- You can!
I was excited and at the same time nervous about accepting. I don't know this woman, have never seen her and am going to sleep with her? What a thing! But I held out for tips! I wanted to earn money and see how it would make me feel. Everything is valid! And better be in a house than on the street or motel. Let's go! It came Friday, 10:13 p.m., Ivete and I arrived at Camila's home. A nice, cozy house. We were introduced, Yvette received payment, gave me half (a good amount of money) and left. It was arranged that she would pick me up around 7:30 pm so we could go to college on Saturday. It was with Camila that I began to understand a lot of things in life. Camilla was a university professor, forty-six years old, widowed and had two children. That night they would sleep at her grandmother's house. She lacked affection, warmth, tenderness, someone who could keep her company and listen to her. Of course she also liked women. But she wasn't only interested in sex. She wanted something more. We talked and she told me about her daily routine, asked about me and already knew it was my first show. I felt that it was more important for me to be with her than she owned me. I went and took a shower, and she told me she'd expect me in bed. It was past midnight when I walked into her room wearing only panties and black bolero. I am 1.62 meters tall, white skin, medium breasts, wide hips and at the time weighed 59 kilograms, wavy hair below my shoulders. We were excited about each other. Camila is a woman of 1.7 m and 72 kg, smelly, big tits, broad hips, whitish skin, soft, smooth-black hair. A delight! She called me underneath the soft duvet on her beautiful blanket and kissed us. She licked me all over, I was in the clouds! She grabbed my body and gave me sensations that I'd never felt before. I could feel her limp tongue going in and out of me; she swung at my clitoris, praying with her fingertips and prayer with her tongue! Wonderful! I reciprocated affection on her and we enjoyed ourselves for a long time in bed. Then we got up and had some tea and cookies. Around 3:03 p.m., we went to sleep. She stuck one of her legs in the middle of my thighs and was smoothing out my butt, feeling my soft skin and rubbing her beautiful breasts on my back. I noticed that she had a habit of passing her hands around exploring me vaginally and anusily with her fingers to feel the warmth and smells of my body; she would put her finger inside my vagina into hers then lick it off, masturbating herself over and over again; she'd stick her forefinger up my anal area, smell it and lick. Very affectionate. She kissed me a lot on my neck, ears and lips from her mouth. It never hurt! I loved the way she touched my orifices! (Laughter) She wouldn't let go of me! Late! But we were tired and slept in each other's arms. The next day I went to class with Yvette. Two Fridays per month for two years, I would sleep at her house even though both of her children lived there. I stayed in this life as a show girl for two years. Another remarkable fact was the group of women that I attended. A delight to participate in the parties they promoted. The names of the parties were "Men do not enter" and "Dinner only for women". It was conceived by a group of woman who, after numerous betrayals from their husbands decided no longer to wait for them to have pleasure. They gained their sexual independence, which means masturbating and exchanging caresses with each other, did not need them anymore. These parties took place on average once a month. It was a group of twelve women, aged between forty-three and fifty-two years old, financially stable who set up a foundation to treat and help overly loving women. Similar to the already existing group called MADA (Women Who Love Too Much Anonymous). They had their occupations and always exercised some activity in the foundation. But since no one is iron, they also figured out a way to have fun. They were having lesbian orgies. At first I was impressed! I'd never seen so many naked women enjoying themselves. I felt like the hunted prey amongst these insatiable females! Imagine a large, well-decorated room with four bunk beds in pairs without headboards attached to each other fixed on the floor and full of naked women making love. Crazy! It was simply an invitation for extreme pleasure! There were no drugs at these parties; there were few alcoholic beverages or soft drinks and plenty of drinking water! No one had altered states of consciousness and everyone knew exactly what they were doing. The only requirement was to keep up with gynecological exams and blood tests. A striking feature was that they were all wearing sexy lingerie, socks seven octaves or dragging and bodies among other pieces. There were two women licking my vagina and fighting over my clitoris with their limp tongues. Two others sucking on my breasts. And another two kissing me in the mouth! I looked around and saw four-legged females lying down masturbating openly and some just making out - beautiful! Then I had to suck woman by woman; each one liked to make fun of it twice or three times in my mouth, I swallowed up all their fluid. My mouth and lips would become, from the natural acidity of my vagina, numbed and baked. While I was sucking one, others were sucking me and then they ate me with their lubricated toys. They penetrated my vagina and anus always carefully and affectionately. There was always ambient music playing and there was a lot of moaning and whispering. They made love to each other; no-one was left out. There were two women who when they reached orgasm cried! It was so beautiful to feel them enjoying themselves in my mouth and letting tears flow from their lovely little eyes. They were respectable women, elegant and well-behaved; young ladies who smelled good and always smiled. Their bodies were neatly cared for, their skin soft, one fat here and another there - that's part of it! We reached a state of intense extreme pleasure. They were very tasty! Misses! After having fun (around 3.10 am), we took a relaxing bath [with bathing salts] and went to tea with buttered biscuits.
In these two years as a program girl, I earned good money (Ivete too) and was able to make my half-foot. A tip for all girls of the show: always say NO TO DRUGS, drink little, smoke less and save money. We do not know tomorrow. Today I work as a lawyer, am married, have two beautiful daughters and an even more handsome boy. I love my husband, I don't do any programs since I was twenty nine years old. But because no one is iron, whenever we can, my husband and I hire program girls to satisfy our thirst for pleasure!
Rest in peace and thank you for reading.
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