The day finally came and we were off. We caught an early morning flight and arrived in the lobby of the Stardust around noon. What a wonderful four days we had planned. Everything seemed perfect. Neither of us were avid gamblers, but just being in the midst of all the excitement and bright lights made us feel like two kids out of school. A few months before this happened we had talked it over and decided to answer some ads in a Swinger magazine. We are both highly sexual, and this seemed like a Lifestyle we could enjoy. We got lucky, met some nice couples and within a few short weeks we were having great sexual fun with others. Not only were we enjoying couples, but single guys as well. Charles loved seeing me with other guys and finally, we'd found a way to keep my fires under control. Am I a Nympho? Not really, I just like sex. I like everything about it.

So, when Charles announced the trip to Vegas, we began to make plans for a possible meeting with some new people. Surely there would be some people there who shared our interest in naughty sex. I always dressed the part of a Slut and loved the attention I attracted from the men. It made me Hot to think a guy was looking my way and wanting to Fuck me. If nothing else, we decided I could sit alone in the Bar area and attract some interest, then when a guy took the bait, I would spring the trap and invite the fly into my web. We had fun just thinking and planning how and what to do. On the plane, we sat giggling like school kids and I was getting hotter by the minute. I whispered to Charles,"I'm so hot, I could Fuck you right here on the plane."

When the plane landed and we claimed our bags and hailed a Taxi, my panties were soaking wet. "Look out Las Vegas, I'm here and I'm gonna Fuck a stranger." Back in those days, I wasn't hard to look at and did turn a lot of heads. As I stood to one side near the desk while Charles registered, I noticed several people passed and would glance my way and smile. In those days the Hotel Bellmen took you to your room along with your luggage and key. Our Bellman turned out to be a really handsome young man of maybe 25 and a personality out of this world. "My name is Mike and welcome to the Stardust." Mike led the way to the elevators and to our room on the third floor. "He's cute." I whispered to Charles. Charles smiled. Mike unlocked the door, led us inside, placed our bags and turned on several lights. He then opened the drapes and remarked that we had a nice view of the pool area. "Sir, you can watch the pretty girls around the pool, it is a perfect view." Charles nodded and I chimed in with.. "What about the pretty guys for me to watch?" Mike laughed and said... "Oh yes, there are lots of guys out there and you'd better be careful, as pretty as you are, someone is liable to kidnap you?" We all laughed, but I caught a gleam in Mike's eye that told me he was to be my first victim. Mike went into the bathroom to check the towels and soap and came back out to tell us, if there was anything we needed, just pick up the phone and ask for Mike.

Charles handed him a generous tip and said.. "Mike if you aren't in a hurry, I think my wife might have a tip for you." "Honey don't you have something for Mike?" With that I moved close to Mike and put both arms around him, placed my lips on his and gave him some darting tongue. He returned the advance with some deep tongue thrusts and I could feel the bulge in his pants growing. As I body pressed him, he lowered a hand to my breast and was soon reaching inside to feel a warm bare tit. Charles sat in the chair and watched as I unzipped Mike's fly and reached inside to find a really nice uncut eight inches. I took it out and without another word, I fell to my knees and engulfed his manhood into my warm wet mouth. "Better take it easy, I can't stand much of this."

No sooner had he uttered the words.... he filled my mouth with his warm wet cum. I stayed with it and cleaned his Cock milking the last few drops. I stood and kissed him again. "I hope you didn't mind?" Best, tip I ever had." We laughed. Mike thanked us and left. Now, remember, just ask for Mike.

Seeing me suck Mike's Cock had gotten the desired response from Charles. He pushed me back onto the bed and buried his face in my dripping Cunt and began to lap my juices. We stripped off our clothes and got down to some serious Fucking for the next hour. Charles came only once, but I must have gotten off six or more times. We were exhausted. We fell asleep.

Then came the knock on the door... "Room Service?" There must be a mistake as we had not ordered anything. Charles opened the door to tell whoever it was that it was a mistake... Mike pushed in a service cart like we had only seen in the movies. On the cart was a chilling bottle of wine, a large basket of fruit, and enough finger sandwiches to feed ten people. "Just thought you people might like a snack." But, we didn't order this?" Oh, no, I did." Mike smiled. Since the nice tip you gave me was so good, I thought I could do something for you. I have lots of connections in this Hotel and I was able to put you on a list reserved for our high rollers. Here are tickets for the show in the Big Room tonight. "You mean, all this just for one little old Blow Job?" Mike laughed. "I can pull all kinds of strings here, just let me know what you like and I can fix it." I kissed Mike and he left telling us all our meals would be comp. Just sign the check.

We decided to freshen up a bit before joining the crowd in the Casino. We took our baths and dressed, Charles in a casual shirt and slacks and sport coat. Me in my low cut blouse, mini skirt and high heels. If I do say so, I looked every bit the part of a Call Girl looking for a score.

We made our way downstairs and through the lobby. We saw Mike... "Looking Good." I smiled and winked. We went to the gambling area, Charles to the Black Jack tables and I to the Slots. It didn't take long for me to lose interest in the machines, so I found Charles and told him, I'd wait for him in the Lounge. He too had not had any luck and decided to join me. We went for a drink and sat recounting the day so far. After the drink we made our way into the restaurant for a delightful buffet. At nine we decided to attend the show in the Main Room. It was wonderful, lots of comedy and variety and what seemed like hundreds of near nude pretty ladies. We loved the show and when it was over, we again tried our luck at the tables and Slots. Still no luck and it was near midnight, so we stopped for another nightcap and up to the room. We didn't see Mike again this evening. I suppose he was off shift. In the room were fresh roses and another bottle of wine. Boy, we were really getting the treatment fit for a high roller, but the house sure wasn't going to get rich on what we spent. We had a glass of wine, called home to check on the kids, and Fucked for an hour. This being our first time in Las Vegas we were excited, but soon fell asleep dreaming of what might come our way tomorrow.

We woke up early Friday morning, our body clocks being two hours ahead of Vegas time. The phone rang. Mike said... "Ready for breakfast and the morning paper?" Twenty minutes later he was at the door with another food filled cart and Champaign. He asked what Shows in town we'd like to see. We chose a Frank Sinatra Show, thinking we'd never get in to a sold out performance. Mike was up to the task. "I'll have the tickets by noon." The Power of the Pussy is a great door opener and mine was on fire just now. I was still in my nightie and Mike took notice of the goodies. I kissed him and took his hand and eased it down to my love nest. He caressed my wet slit and put two fingers inside. I felt for his Cock and unzipped his pants. "Would you like to Fuck me while Charles has breakfast?" "I thought you'd never ask?" With that I fell back on the bed while Mike removed his pants and underwear. "Looks good enough to eat." It is good enough to eat and I'll be hurt if you don't give it a kiss." Mike proved to be a great Pussy eater. He sucked me to two delicious cums before he mounted me and pushed his Dick deep inside.

Charles watched Mike Fuck me as he sipped his coffee. "Fuck her Mike, she needs it." Mike followed the instructions to the letter. That guy really knew how to please a lady. He shot off inside me and left a big load of cream. His limber Cock slid out and I crossed my legs in order to save it for Charles after Mike left. When Mike was gone, Charles dived into my crotch and began the clean up chores that he loves so well. I'd cum with Mike twice and my cum mixed with Mike's was a real sloppy treat for my dear husband.

We told Mike we planned to go downtown and look around for the day. Mike reached for the phone and talked with someone. "The Limo will be ready at the front door whenever you are ready." At ten we went downstairs and Mike introduced us to Fred, a Black gentleman of maybe 35. Tall and muscular and very polite. "Take care of my friends Fred and show them the town."

We really felt like high rollers as Fred opened the doors for us and we got into the rear of the Limo. I couldn't resist giving Fred a look at a thigh as I entered and smiled up at him. This was the life. Nobody back home is going to believe all this. I was afraid it was all a dream and that I'd wake up any moment to find the coach had turned into a pumpkin.

The day was wonderful and Fred was a perfect host. He showed us the sights up and down the Strip, then Downtown, then a drive out to Sam's Town where we gambled a bit. The Gods were kinder to us at Sam's Town and Charles won several hands at the table and I hit a jackpot worth over a hundred dollars. In the Limo was a fully stocked bar and a bucket of ice. We sipped on wine and lived the life of the filthy rich for the entire day. Fred pulled into the parking area at the Stardust and said, I'll be picking you up at eight and take you to the Sinatra Show." Charles suggested to Fred that he pull over to the edge of the Parking lot and join us in the back for a drink. Fred did just that and two minutes later I had his long Black Cock in my mouth and was having a feast. "Do you mind?" "No Lady, I don't mind, just suck that Dick all you want to." Charles sat and sipped wine as I made love to the Black meat. The Limo had tinted windows, so the people passing by couldn't tell that just inches away, a white lady was getting the hell fucked out of her by a black man. Old Fred could Fuck.

Fred pulled to the front door and opened the car doors for us. I gave him a wink and thanked him for the nice day he had given us. We opened the door to our room to find more fresh flowers and a note from Mike saying he hoped we had enjoyed our day with Fred. I still had Fred's cum in my Cunt, or should I say most of it, because I could feel some of it running out of my Pussy and down my thighs as we walked through the lobby. Charles spent the next few minutes with the cleaning chores. He sucked, I came some more and this was turning out to be the best vacation ever.

Then the phone rang. I thought that it might be Mike, but instead it was the Hotel operator. "Hold for long distance... "My first thoughts were that something was wrong with the children, but it turned out to be an important call from Charles's office. I heard Charles say.. Oh, Shit, OK we'll catch the first available flight. There had been an accident and Charles's boss was in the Hospital and Charles being second in command at the Company, it was urgent that he return home as soon as possible. Now, my turn to say, Oh Shit. What a crappy way to end a vacation that was going so well. Charles called the airline and was able to book the last two seats on the last flight of the day. "I'm sorry Baby, we'll come back soon and finish this vacation real soon." With that he called the front desk to tell them we were checking out within the hour. We hurriedly packed our bags and called for the bellman. In a few minutes Mike was at the door. "What happened, why are you checking out?" We told the story and he listened. Then Mike asked, "Does Betty have to leave too, you have two more nights paid for, and if she'd like to stay, I'll look after her real good?" Charles looked at me and I looked at him. I'm sure my disappointment was showing and I was close to tears.

"You want to stay Baby? No need for your fun to end just because mine does. Why don't I go ahead and you stay and enjoy yourself?" Mike thought this was a great idea... I'll call Fred for the Limo. Seconds later Charles kissed me goodbye and he and Mike were headed for the elevator.

Now, here I was in a strange town with time on my hands. Then it dawned on me that this could get boring real fast without Charles. I stood and looked out the window at the people around the pool. A knock on the door proved to be Mike telling me that Charles was on his way to the airport with Fred. Mike moved in behind me still standing and cupped my breasts in his hands and pressed his Cock hard into the crack of my ass. It felt good. Maybe there will be a way to escape boredom after all?

I sat in the easy chair by the window while Mike knelt between my legs and let his fingers do the walking. His warm wet kisses on my inner thigh was more than I could stand. I clasped his head and pulled him into me. "Suck me Mike, suck me good." For the next several minutes he sucked, I came and we finished on the bed locked into a beautiful 69. We sat and talked for a few minutes, then Mike asked a question that surprised me... "You ever thought of turning tricks?" This caught me off guard and for a moment I didn't get the meaning. Finally it dawned on me. Mike was asking me if I wanted to be a Whore? I didn't answer right away, but my mind was racing a mile a minute. "I've got lots of connections in this Hotel and in this town. I just thought if you'd like to meet some gentlemen, it could be fun as well as profitable for us both?" Mike told me that he always had ladies on call for some of his regular Hotel guests. He then paid me a compliment, saying I was better looking than most girls and could demand top dollar as a Prostitute. He would make all the arrangements and all I had to do was have sex with the men he sent to my room, collect the money and give him half. So, here I am, a devoted wife and Mother about to embark on a new venture. I'm about to be a Whore and Mike is my Pimp.

Now sex with strange men is not new to me. I've been fucking and sucking men since I was a teenager. I do it for the only reason that ever made any sense to me. IT FEELS GOOD. I never gave a thought to charging for my Pussy. Now, I know that Whores don't really enjoy sex. I've read enough about the oldest profession to know that the money is the moving force behind their action. The suggestion of money for doing something I loved, was really unimportant to me. But thinking it over, I decided, OK, lets do it. Now I, like a lot of ladies do have fantasies. I've always had a Whore fantasy. I'd masturbate and close my eyes and dream I was in a brothel laying on my bed while dozens of men were standing in line around the block just waiting for their turn at my Cunt. So many hard throbbing Dicks just waiting to cum in my Pussy. This fantasy never failed to get me off. I do believe that every woman has had these naughty fantasies at one time or another. It might have been for only a fleeting few seconds, but I think all women have given this some thought in the heat of passion. I have even had some intense rape fantasies. I've had friends confide to me that their biggest turn on was with a gang bang fantasy. I'm sure I'm not the only one.. So, it was agreed, Mike would provide the clients and I would provide the sex and we'd split the money down the middle. Mike went to the phone... "Cancel the Sinatra reservations."

I took a nice warm bath and a million thoughts ran through my brain. Would fucking for pay be any different than fucking for pleasure? Well, I was no novice at this sex thing, so I dried and added some cologne and dusting powder to my little money maker. Mike had suggested I dress in heels, hose and garter belt and no panties. He said most men turn on to such garb. So, I put on the uniform of the day and covered myself with a wrap around thin nightie. This Whore was ready for business. Just the thought of what was to come, had my Pussy on fire and dripping my love juice.

I jumped out of my stupor when the phone rang. It was Mike telling me that Fred had gotten to the airport on time and that Charles was winging his way home. "You ready?" Too late to back out now... Sure, send em on." I asked Mike if I should remove my wedding ring? No, leave it on, for some reason, guys like to see the ring and think they are fucking some other man's wife. A lot of the girls who do this will wear a ring even tho they are single. Mike also gave me a brief rundown on how to collect the money, how to check a guy for a disease, how to wash a guy with a warm wash cloth and lots of soap, how to clean the guy when it was over, etc. I also learned that a straight date meant Fucking only, a French date meant a Blow Job and a Half and Half was Sucking and Fucking. He assured me that he would not be sending anyone up who had been drinking. Drunks take too long to get off and waste a lot of time being cute and after all, time is money to a Prostitute. But then, I was not the average woman who did this for the money. I was doing it for the pure pleasure of having sex with multiple men. Just the thought of Sucking and Fucking lots of Cocks had my Cunt on fire and dripping. The fact that I didn't know any of my soon to be lovers only made the act more exciting.

The phone rang again and it was Mike telling me my first gentleman caller was on the way up. My hands were shaking, my mouth was dry and I thought,,, What the Hell have I gotten myself into? Then my moist Pussy whispered...Relax Girl, we're going to have some fun!

I answered the gentle knock on the door to see a tall well dressed gentleman. He looked to be in his sixties, slightly bald and easily old enough to be my Father. I invited him in. "Are you Betty?, Mike sent me, my name is Jerry." I offered Jerry a drink which he refused. Jerry was busy looking over the merchandise. "You're as sexy as Mike said you would be." I thanked him for the kind words and asked what he liked in the way of sex? Jerry said that usually he liked a nice relaxed half and half, but that his wife was downstairs playing the slots and he had sneaked away only for a few minutes..... So it was decided, my first customer wanted a Blow Job.

Jerry dropped his pants and shorts and I saw a half erect Penis of maybe six inches. He laid on the bed and I kissed him on the mouth and gently kissed my way down his hairy chest, across his belly and into his pubic hairs. His Cock began to rise as I placed my soft warm hand on it. Thirty seconds later the party was over. He filled my mouth with cum and I milked every drop by squeezing the base of his Cock and sucking the last few drops out. Like most men I've known, when the climax is over, the interest is gone. Jerry thanked me for a great Cum, put on his pants and zipped up.

This had all happened so quickly, I didn't even have a chance to get my own climax. Now, I can cum by just sucking a Cock, but it takes a bit longer. No matter, maybe I'll get two with the next guy. Jerry took out his wallet and asked,"How Much?" Only then did it hit home with me. I am selling my services for money... no denying it now, I am a WHORE. Mike had told me a French date was usually fifty dollars, so I told Jerry fifty. He laid three twenties on the table and said I'd earned a tip, kissed me and was gone. Lets see, no more than ten minutes into my new profession and I had made thirty dollars for myself and thirty for Mike.

The phone again. Mike had talked with Jerry in the lobby and I had gotten a great report. "Where did you find that COCKSUCKER?" I felt a glow of pride. Mike asked how it went and I told him I thought it was going to be a lot of fun. The next knock came twenty minutes later. This time it was Sam, a bartender from the Sands. "Mike called me and said he had something special over here today... man ain't you a doll?" I didn't offer Sam a drink, figuring if he was a bartender, he had plenty to drink if he wanted it.

"Let me look at you, love the way you're dressed. Love those high heels and stockings." Wish my wife would dress like that. I sat on the chair facing Sam who was still standing. I figured if Sam wanted to see my goodies, I was glad to show them. I spread my legs just enough for him to see my pink pussy lips peeking out. Sam took out his Cock and a nice one it was. "Do you mind if I just look at you and jack off for a minute?" No, I'd really like to watch you jack off." "Play with your Pussy while I watch?" I played with my pussy while he watched me probe inside with one finger, then two , then I began to flick the Clit. Sam loved the show I was giving him, "Do you mind?" With that Sam sat on the floor in front of me and between my legs and began to kiss my thighs just above my stocking tops. Gentle kisses and a wet licking tongue told me he was going to eat my Cunt. I spread wide for him and placed my hands on his head and pulled him forward. Sam knew his way around a Pussy. For the next ten minutes he sucked, I came and begged for more. "I love it when you beg like that, makes me feel like a real stud. Most of the showgirls I've been with just lay there and don't move a muscle to let me know they are enjoying it. They may be beautiful, but they sure don't know how to let a guy know he is doing good and touching the right buttons." Well, Sam did touch my right buttons and I saw no need in keeping it a secret. When I got my third climax, Sam exploded in his own hand. I felt he had been cheated. My Pussy or my mouth would have been so much better for him, but no, he assured me that this was the way he liked it. OK, who was I to argue with a satisfied client.

How much? I don't really know, Mike and I had not discussed a masturbation scene. After all, Sam had given me more pleasure than I had given him. I felt I should pay him. I asked what he usually paid for a session like this. He said usually around twenty five. Then twenty five it is. Sam left three tens on the table and was gone, but not before asking if he might send me some customers. Being a bartender he was always getting questions from guys looking for action. I suggested he check with Mike. The way this was beginning, one Pimp seemed to be enough. Some of you may be saying, boy, she was sure a cheap lay? But, remember this was back in the sixties and wages were not as good as they are now. I'm sure Pussy Prices have gone up with everything else on the market these days, but in the sixties, this was really good hourly wages.

I needed to start keeping a record of my tricks, so I could give Mike his share. As for me, the money didn't matter, Mike could have it all. I was in it for the pleasure. Looking back now almost forty years later, I wish I had made a detailed record of each customer so I could recall the entire episode. Now, some of the tricks are only a blur. I only kept track of the number of guys and the money collected.

Mike called and asked how it was going? I thought just great. I had a comfortable room, all the food I could possibly want and lovers by the score. It was early evening and Mike thought it would help business if I got dressed in a revealing Slut mode and wandered downstairs and around the Casino and Bar area to be seen by prospective clients. Mike was off shift now and took over my management chores. He knew the spots in the Hotel where his prize filly would attract the most attention of the Studs that might be looking for a good time. He paraded me around the place and I loved the stolen glances I was getting from every direction. I felt naked. I fantasized that I was a Prize Whore standing on a pedestal at an Auction, while men bid for my Pussy. I was the center of attention and I loved it. As we walked around, several times we would pause and Mike would speak with different men. I could tell that he was showcasing this beauty and doing a bit of future bookings for his Slut. He whispered.."The married guys are the best." Give the wife a roll of coins and a slot machine, then tell her you are going to walk around and just look.... then sneak upstairs, have your fun and be back before she even misses you. These tricks are so easy because the guy has to cum and go in a hurry.

After an hour of advertising I returned to the room. Mike stayed downstairs and began his Pussy booking chores. Ten minutes later, a knock on the door. There stood Tony, a nice looking Italian guy we had noticed at the Black Jack table. When we passed his table he must have noticed my ass, because as his eyes locked in on me, the dealer kept repeating... "You want a hit? Sir, do you want a hit?" Yes, it does pay to advertise. Tony was hooked and we only had to reel him in. Tony was in town for a convention with his wife. She, like most wives was busy at the slots and cared little about what Tony did as long as he didn't lose the family jewels at the tables. Tony didn't stay long. I did find out that he was from Denver and was a high school history teacher. All Tony really wanted was for me to suck on his Cock while he called me Mother. "Suck my Cock good Mama, Suck it, make it cum in your mouth. Make love to me Mama..." This went on for maybe four minutes before he shot off in my mouth and I swallowed. God only knows what kind of fantasy was going on in his head as he talked and I sucked. Maybe he was having an incestuous dream, then maybe not. I didn't ask. He was happy and Mike and I were forty dollars richer.

Three tricks now and not one has asked to fuck me? Oh well, I'm enjoying it, living like a Queen and loving the attention. Looking back, the most often sex act requested was Oral sex. Show me a wife who refuses to perform Oral Sex on her husband, and I'll show you a guy looking for a woman like me. It is an exact science. Mike called to say there was a couple on the way up. A couple of what? A man and wife want to meet you for some fun. I hadn't planned on this, but may as well give it a try. It turned out really well. Earl and Mary knocked at the door. I tried to cover myself with a nightgown as I answered the knock, thinking a wife might not want her husband seeing a near nude woman right away. My fears were groundless. They turned out to be a nice middle age couple from Kansas. Today was Earl's Birthday and Mary had planned something real special for Earl. A date with a Hooker. I could tell they were devoted to each other and this was her way of giving Earl a treat. I didn't question her motives.

"Shall I send him downstairs when he is through?" "Oh no, Honey, I'm going to stay right here and watch." Maybe I will learn some tricks that will come in handy back in Kansas. I asked what they wanted? A half and half. So Mary took a seat in the chair and I proceeded to undress her husband. "Oh, look at his Cock, he's ready." Yes, I do believe he is, at that. I pushed Earl back on the bed and began kissing him, first around the face and lips, then down his neck, to his nipples, then with small circles around his navel. His Cock was at full mast. I reached out to stroke it. "Take it easy, I want this to last." Earl was fighting to hold back his cum, so I eased off a bit and just whispered how much I loved his hardness and how beautiful I thought it was. I'd learned the art of sensuous conversation many years before when a guy is slow to climax, or is having trouble getting an erection. The spoken word can do wonders. Guys love to hear sex talk from their partner. I can talk a cum out of a guy in minutes, even if he isn't ready right then. I beg, I plead, I tell him nobody ever made me this Hot... "Oh, Fuck me with that Big Beautiful Dick. Oh, you're so BIG, I'm not sure I can take it all, Oh Baby Fuck that Pussy, make it cum, Oh, I love your Cock and Balls." It is a weapon to be used when needed. It does speed up a slow cummer.

Mary seemed to enjoy me playing with Earl. She sat in the chair watching and talking softly... "My God, that looks good. Work him over, Betty." Are you enjoying your Birthday present? Earl could only grunt and nod. I moved down and covered his Cock with my warm mouth. He pushed me away... so close, so close. I asked Mary... "Do you want me to Fuck him, or for him to Fuck me?" The difference? I can get on top and sit on him and ride him like a cowgirl, or I can lay on the bed and spread my legs and he can mount me. "Lets do both, Earl chimed in." OK, we did both. I mounted Earl and eased his Cock inside my warm Cunt slowly. As I slid down the pole I could feel him throb. I rode him long and deep. Again, he pushes me away... "Please don't make me cum yet." Earl was almost in tears. I rolled off and lay on the bed. Earl cooled a little. "Come on Earl, give me a Fucking I'll remember." Earl got into position and I reached down to guide his rigid Prick into my love nest. He began his slow strokes in and out and I made my Pussy muscles grip his Cock. I locked my long legs around his hips and pulled him into me. He couldn't escape. I held him in a vise grip. He pounded my Pussy with his seven inch Cock. He didn't touch bottom, but he was bumping the Clit with each forward thrust and any woman can tell you.... the Clit is the Hot button and if it isn't touched just right, nothing much is going to happen. Earl exploded deep inside me. I could feel his cum shoot as he throbbed. I came with him. I milked him until his limber member eased out.

I noticed that Mary had taken off her panties and was now sitting on the chair stroking her own Cunt with her fingers. "That made me Hot just watching you two." ..."Here, let me help you." With that I moved over and kissed Mary on her full painted lips. Her tongue met mine. I reached down to feel her wet slit as she reached for my cum filled box. Earl's fresh cum was running out of my Pussy and down my inner thighs. "You like playing with fresh cum don't you Mary, so do I?" Mary nodded a yes and bent forward and licked her husband's cum off my legs. She then pushed me back on the bed and proceeded to suck me dry. She sucked every drop of her husband's cum out of me and went to work on my erect Clit. For the next ten minutes she sucked, she moaned, she kissed my thighs, my legs, my feet, my tits, always moving back to my Pussy, devouring my juices. All the while she was kissing me, her fingers were busy inside my Cunt, stroking my G Spot and draining my cum supply. Now, I'm not all that Bi, but something about this couple, made me desperate to suck a Pussy. "Let's give Earl a Show." She agreed and we fell into bed and while Earl sat in the chair and watched, Mary and I locked into a delightful 69. She really knew how to suck a woman and it was obvious that this wasn't her first experience. Even as a novice, I must have done something right, for I gave her two great cums while she gave me three. "Ladies, that was the most beautiful thing I ever saw." Earl was delighted with his Birthday Party. No balloons, no cake, no clowns, just good relaxed Sex. What could be nicer? We had some small talk for a few minutes, then Mary pressed a bill into my hand as we kissed goodbye. When they were gone, I looked at the bill thinking it might be a fifty. It was a hundred. At that point in time, hundred dollar bills were not all that common. I thought, I had enjoyed that so much, I should have been paying them. I added it to the Mike and Betty pot.

I looked at the clock It was just past ten. I called Charles at home to check on him and the children. Charles answered.."How is my little Slut doing? Is she having fun?" "Boy, am I ever.... I began to tell him about the clients I had entertained so far. He wanted vivid descriptions. I knew he was masturbating on the other end. I could hear it in his voice as I described the gory details of a day in the life of a Whore. "How many more are you going to Fuck tonight?"..."Don't know yet, waiting for Mike to call now." Goodnight Sweetheart, thanks for letting me stay out here, kiss the kids for me, see you soon." After all these years, I really can't recall every single experience and every single minute spent with the Johns and the Jill. I do have a vivid memory of having set a one day record for myself that still stands. Mike did keep me busy. There was seldom more than ten minutes between callers. Just time to freshen up before the next knock on the door.

I made thirty two new friends that day and evening. Thanks to Mike, I did not have one unpleasant visitor. I had one guy from the middle east who was a really nice guy, but had the breath of a camel. I couldn't stand kissing him. I think this must be an occupational hazard for ladies in the pay for Sex business. Having to kiss a person with bad breath is a real turn off for me. Omar didn't eat Pussy, but loved watching in the mirror while I sucked his Cock and licked his balls. He loved American women. As a matter of fact, I saw him twice that day. He came and went and was back two hours later for more. He complimented me on my Sexual talents and kidded me about taking me home with him to be one of his wives. With him, it was an easy five hundred each time. For that price, I could almost stand the bad breath. It seemed a shame to be charging for something I was enjoying as much or more than the clients. Supply and demand...the free market was working just fine.

It would take forever to go into detail about each and every one of my customers that day and night. Actually it had taken over thirty hours and I had gotten very little rest. Mike assured me, if I could take it and stay awake, he could keep a steady stream of horny guys knocking on my door for days to come. I'd had enough. Time was running out and I had a plane to catch. Mike and I split the loot. We laid it out on the bed and looked at it. Sure looked like a lot of money for so little effort. Sure beats the hell out of shooting craps or the slots. We split thirty two hundred dollars. I really didn't want to take my share, I'd had too much fun, but Mike insisted and invited me back to do it again. I'd never had so much Fucking and Sucking, before or since. Mike offered to fly me out again for a few days... "With my connections and your Hot Pussy, we can make a fortune."

I did do the Whore thing in Las Vegas again a year later, but not with Mike. That time I wanted to see the world through the eyes of a Street Whore. I was a gutter Slut that time, but that is another story.

Coco, I don't have any pictures to post to prove that any of this happened. You will just have to trust me. I may find an old photo of myself showing what I looked like back then. It may be a picture posted with another story, but it fits the time frame having been taken in the sixties.

I slept on the plane all the way home. Charles and the kids met me. Seeing those little faces and tiny arms reaching for Mother brought me out of my fantasy world. I was back where I belonged. Compared to my trip into never, never land, my life as a wife and Mother sometimes gets boring. When I drift off into a Horny trance sometimes, I reach down and stroke the little gold mine between my legs and think back to the fun I had that day. Needless to say, that first night back home, after the kids were fed and kissed goodnight... old Charles got a blow by blow, fuck by fuck detailed account of what his Slut had done. My Cunt was still tender and gushing moisture... "Want to follow 32 big old hard Cocks?" He did...and he DID.