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LOVERS LANE
Staring down the dark pathway, I began to shiver inside. I was afraid. Scared of moving down that narrow, dimly lit tunnel... I didn't want to be here, looking at it, smelling it, breathing in the aroma of sex, sweat and blood that seemed to ebb like waves from what was known as Lovers Lane. But I needed money more than I needed my dignity. And this was the only place to be if you were young, less than dressed and ready to spread yourself wide for another human being.
How I ever got to this point in my life is another story entirely, yet it's an unknown story, because I don't quite know how I came to be here, living this life of a hooker on a street corner. I don't even know how the whole sad sorry tale managed to start, all I know is, here I am... Less than dressed and prepared to spread myself wide for another human being. Lets just hope they're not old, perverted, or ugly.
I guess this is probably where I should introduce myself. I'm Becky Simons, I'm 19, thin(ish... which means I weigh in about 65 kilograms), my hair is brown, plain and goes halfway down my back and my eyes are blue. Some say I'm pretty, but anyone who has ever said it to my face was probably drunk at the time! Until this point in my life, my attire has been what some refer to as "the softer side of Sears" and I'm plain boring. A geek in other words.
So, leading the life of the biggest nerd in highschool history, I don't yet know how I came to be here. My grades were high, my friends low (on average nil) and I never partied or did anything wrong. Or at least, thats the way it used to be. Now that I think about it, the miserable part of my life started when I decided to follow those boys home from the park. I had seen them, harassing a girl and she ran away. They followed her, so I followed them. It all went downhill after that. Those boys were loud, and they were very drunk. They seen me. I never saw them coming. Some super spy, huh?
Three boys, one geek. Sounds like a great party huh? All I remember of it though, is that one of them grabbed me and jabbed me with a needle. I don't know what was in it, but I passed out pretty quickly. What happened after that is anyones guess. Though when I woke up, there was no blood, or pain, so I assumed that they didn't do me any harm other than jab me with their pointy needle (as opposed to jabbing me with pointy man parts).
Any which way, that I guess is the beginning of the end. Because now I stand here, at the door of Lovers Lane, 19 years old with a heroin habit I can't support and a growing need. If I don't shoot soon, it's going to break me and I can feel it.
There is nothing more humiliating than having older men, even drunker older men, look at you, then move on. It makes you wonder if you're really so bad. I'm in hunger for the rush, standing here in the dimly lit Lovers Lane, I also feel humiliated. Twelve men and no customers. Maybe thats how it's going to be. A long hard road to the end of the end.
It was around four hours that I waited alone in Lovers Lane, men came and went, and only the bare few even looked at me. Then she came.
She looked classy, dressed to the nines in her leather pants, tight red top lined with black and her high high boots. Her hair was what I noticed first. She was pefectly coiffed, with her dark curls piled high on her head. A few curly tendrils escaped, running down her neck, curling around her ears. She was beautiful too. I noticed that second. She looked like an exotic goddess, and she smelled like something that I found totally indescribable. Leather mixed with something else... Something sweet that permeated the air and mingled with that leather scent, it was intoxicating.
Then she came to me, her lips curled in the faintest hint of a smile. She took my hand. Her skin was smooth. Smoother than anything I've ever felt before. She didn't say a word, only pulled me into the light that fell outside the doorway of the bar she had just exited. She scrutinised me. Then she spoke.
"Name your price..." She said, her voice was a lilting, sing-songy blend of both English and Irish at the same time and I paused, looking at her.
"Well, I never thought-"
She held up a hand, silencing me. "Say nothing then. You will be paid in due... Come with me."
She wasn't commanding in voice or person, but I obeyed her. Why wouldn't I? This aromatic, singing Goddess who was making my loins itch, woman or not. I realised now what her accent was, she was Russian. She led me to her car, a monster Jeep, with a large open tray in the back. I climbed in beside her and she turned the key in the ignition. I didn't know where we were going, maybe I should have asked, but I could only stare, awestruck at her stunningly featured face. Her high brow, her cheekbones, her nose. Her dark skin ws captivating as was her beautiful hair.
As she drive, she looked at me. "I would like for you to help me out." She said.
I nodded.
"My hair clip, can you please take it out?"
Turning to her, I forced my hands from my lap. My hands shook, I couldn't do it any more than this. I had to go away. This wasn't how it would work. And before I could reach her hair, she stopped the car, reaching for my hand. I swallowed hard, lost in her dark eyes, drowning in their depths. I couldn't escape even if I had wanted to. Yet I didn't. She drew me in. My need for her now overloaded my senses, I didn't crave the rush of the needle as I stared at her, I craved what I knew she could give me. Release from my nervous desire.
It was dark and the only light came from the moon, as she held my hand in her own. Then she spoke again. "My name is Hallevora. This is my home, here. Of course, you cannot see it, there are no lights. But here, I have bought you."
I nodded, my eyes only following hers. "I am Becky..." I said to her.
"Yes, you are." Hallevora said. "You are beautiful... You make me want..."
"I'm not, really I'm not."
"You are more beautiful than you know." She caressed the back of my hand in her own, and I watched her fingers as they touched my skin. I watched her, as she moved her hand, and mine, against her skin. "Touch me..." she said, releasing my hand.
I slid my hand against her stomach, feeling the warm material of the shirt that covered her stomach, before I slid my fingers underneath of it, touching her warm, bronzed skin. She closed her eyes, and I slid my hand higher, feeling now the soft delicate skin of her breast. She didn't move and I allowed myself to encase her breast in my hand, touching her skin, feeling the warm bud of her nipple under my fingers.
With more urgency, I needed to be closer to her, and I removed my seatbelt, turning in the seat to face her. She was even more beautiful in the moonlight and the sight of her dark skinned stomach unsettled me, I was turned on. By another girl. A strange, beautiful, exotic woman.
What am I doing here? In the dark, with this woman? Am I about to make love to a girl?
Using my other hand, I touch her stomach again, before running my hand up over her other beautifully formed breast. The nipples grow hard under my touch and I want her even more as I hold her in my hands. Her eyes are still closed and I lean down, kissing her stomach, tasting her warm skin on my lips. That beautiful aroma, it smells better than before. I know what it is...
With both hands, I untie her lacey top, allowing it to fall away from her breasts. She is now naked from the waist up, her eyes closed, her beautiful hair posed on top of her head. Leaning down, I take her nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, tasting the warmth on my tongue. She stirs now, thrusting her chest out more for me to take and I do, taking her entire nippular area into my mouth, running my tongue over the hard bud, tasting, enjoying.
In my other hand is her left breast and I flick the nipple in my fingers, teasing the bud until its hard, before taking it into my mouth and holding the other. The cold night air against her now free right nipple urges the bud to hardness in seconds and she encases it in her own hand, moaning aloud. I want to kiss her so badly, but that smell, that intoxicating smell, I want that even more. As I suck her nipple, I slide my other hand down her beautiful stomach, feeling the leather of her pants under my hand, I use my fingers to guide me to her womanly spot. The leather is wet, and I feel it, pressing my fingers harder against her. She jerks in her seat and I move away, watching her as she opens her eyes.
She looks upset, and I don't know why.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"You make me feel like nothing else I know..." she says. "No man makes me feel this way..."
"I did something wrong, didn't I?"
"No, you do everything so right... You frighten me... You found what I wanted so quickly..."
"I can slow down if you want me to..." I suggest and she shakes her head, smiling.
"No, please don't. If this takes much longer, I think I might end up orgasming in my own pants..." She laughs, embarassed. "You can help me?"
I nod, even more eager than before. "I can..."
She grins, then looks down at her pants. "That is probably a good thing. I'm not quite sure how to get out of these pants..."
We both laugh, then I climb out of the car, helping her down. "Maybe we can try to get them off in the back here."
She nods, lowering the tailgate. She lays down and I lay next to her, grasping the zipper of her pants in my hands. I am only inches from her stomach, my arms between her legs. With a small jerk, the zip releases and the pungent scent of her sex fills my nose. I inch closer, my anticipation growing with each movement. Together, we hold the top of her pants, tugging them down her legs, slowly and steadily, as they move, the aroma from between her thighs makes me gasp until finally, there is enough space between her thighs for me. Eagerly, I lick her stomach with my tongue, sliding myself down, breathing in that deep smell that I love. I can taste her now, on my tongue. She's wet, and she tastes better than honey. The taste is sweet, like sugar, yet slightly acidic, I don't begin to wonder what the taste is, I only know it is her, and I want it.
I probe inside of her with my tongue, my hands against her beautiful, flat, bronzed belly, and I listen as she gasps in delight. Slowly, I slide my tongue over her sweet throbbing clit, taking it between my teeth, I suck it and she cries out. I can still taste that sweet yet bitter warmth and I begin to wonder if at some point in the night, Hallevora has wet her pants, yet the taste of her drives me to stay. I feel compelled to ask her, but I don't wish to ruin the moment with talking, I want to savour her taste, encase the sound of her voice inside of my mind for the future, even more than that, I want to make her cum, so I can taste it.
"You say you are new to this?" Hallvora asks me.
"Yes..." I mutter, not wishing to speak, my only thought is to slide my tongue deep inside her glistening, wet hole. I want her, need her... "I've only ever really had one boyfriend..."
"For a beginner, you make me feel so much..."
"Thanks... Can I ask you a question?" I ask, rubbing my thumb over her gorgeous, salty clit.
"Anything, Becky... Anything..." She moans.
Grinning coyly, I lower my face, "How does this feel I ask..." Before I take her clitoris into my mouth. As I suck her tiny love bud, I slowly insert one finger into her sticky, damp pussy, wiggling it deep inside. She pushes herself down onto my hand and gives out a cry.
"That feels so good..." She moans.
"You want more then?" I tease.
"Oh, yes, yes I do... Oh please, put your fingers into me..."
Her amazing Russian accent is turning me on, as is the taste of her cunt, the smell of her leather pants and the desire to make her cum. Still sucking her clit, I slide a second finger inside of her and she jerks her ass. I grab it with my other hand, kneading the dark flesh of her tight little backside with my fingers, as I slide a third finger deep inside of her juicy pussy. I wiggle my fingers, lapping idly at the rushes of juices that flow from her, as I wiggle.
"Oh, Becky, you make me want to wet myself..." She says.
I look at her, licking her juices from her hole as I slide in another finger. "Haven't you already done that tonight?" I ask.
She looks at me, slightly embarassed. "At some point in the night, I did, yes. I thought it would be all gone..." She flushes, scarlet, "Was it not gone?"
I shake my head. "Not entirely."
"I have shamed myself..." She says, putting one hand on my arm. "I have been so very disgusting... You may go if you wish..."
I take her hand in my own, then pull her forward to kiss her. Our tongues mesh as one and she pulls me against her, tasting her own juices on my lips. I pull myself away, kissing her lovely breasts again, then her stomach as I make my way back down to her pulsating core. My fingers find their target, sliding back into the caves of her body and she leans back, closing her eyes. "Do you like this?" I ask.
"Mmmmm, oh yes...." She murmurs, her eyes closed. "Your lips, they taste good..."
Shifting myself, I remove my fingers from inside of her, before sliding those of my other hand deep inside. I rech up to her mouth and she sucks my fingers, one by one, licking her lips. "That is yourself that you can taste..."
"Do you taste like this?" she asks me, wiggling her cute ass, grinding her pussy down hard onto my hand.
"I don't know..." I admit.
She watches me for a moment, and I lower my face to her thighs, licking the juices that have splattered onto her legs. Slowly, I slide my tongue up over her flesh, reaching over her budding clitoris before I slip my tongue inside of her. I take as many of her juices into my mouth as I can, before reaching up again to kiss her. She moans as our tongues slip against each others, wet with her juices. As we kiss, I hold her close, my hands against the tight flesh of her stomach.
I can feel the heat coming from her, and she takes my hand, sliding it down over her box. She kisses me with hunger, prompting me with her touch. I probe deep inside of her, sliding my fingers in and out of her warm, wet haven. She is dripping with juices and my fingers slide with unexpected ease. Urgently, she takes my hand, pushing another of my fingers inside of her. I slide all four fingers as deep as I can and she moans, holding my wrist, guiding me, pushing me far inside. I allow my thumb to make its course, following the rest of my fingers into her haven. She throws her head back, screaming, thrusting her body against me.
"Yes, oh my God, Yes!" She screams, "Touch me, oh touch me..."
Excited by her fervour, I tighten my hand into a fist, pushing myself deep inside of her. She bucks widly against my hand and I lower my face down, lapping at the juices that flow from inside of her. She bucks again and I take her ass in my hand again, kneading the flesh as I did once before. She moans loudly, reaching for my hand. Forcefully, she takes my fingers, inserting it into the tight hole of her ass. I wiggle desperately, the hole is too tight for much else. She screams again, her Russian voice sending chills down my spine.
"Don't stop.... don't stop..." She screams, grunting in anticipation.
Harder, with more urgency, I push my hand inside of her. Her thin, dark body is rocking back and forth with the pressure I am placing upon her. She is wild with abandon, her once beautifully coiffed hair is in a mess atop her head, her face is sweaty, her eyes glazed with lust. She arches her back, making her sexy breasts curve into the night sky and I feel my own pussy throb at the sight. I don't think I've ever been quite so horny in my life!
She reaches for my wrist, tugging at my hand, "Harder..." She moans. "I want you to pound me... Hurt me... Make me cum!" She groans at me. I obey her, thrusting into her, hard and fast. My arm aches with the strain and the Jeep shakes, rattling around me. My fingers ache and inside of her body, I stretch my fingers, she lets out a scream, "Oh God, thats it, oh, do it again! That's so good, oh please, I need to come, I want to come.... Oh.... Oooooh.... Becky... please!" She screams loudly, thrusting herself hard down onto my hand. I feel my fingers throb with pain, yet I diligently keep stretching my fingers, curling them into a fist and straightening them. Juices are streaming from her pussy and I lap up the mess, moaning at the exquisite taste of her.
"Oh, God, you taste so fucking good!" I say to her. "You're so hot..."
"Oh Jesus!" she screams. "Touch my tits..... my ass.... Oh God, suck my pussy!" she screams.
I remove my hand from her now throbbing and dripping pussy. She takes my hand, eagerly licking her own juices from it, before running it over her breast. She still forces her body down onto my other hand, moaning as my finger slides in and out of her tight ass. The back of the Jeep rattles with tools and I pick up a thick screwdriver, sliding the handle into her ass. She moans loudly, grunting in surprise when she feels my fingers caressing the lower edges of her pussy lips. I cover her hole with my mouth, licking as far as my tongue can reach. Her scent travels up into my nostrils, making me feel deliciously horny. My left hand kneads her breast and she moans, a deep, heavy moan.
"Oh, Becky, take off your pants..." She moans. "Let me taste you... Let me suck your pussy..."
I quickly slide my pants off, feeling embarassed as she watches me with raw lust in her sexy eyes. She grabs my shirt, pulling me close for a kiss, before she pushes me down. I lick my lips as she straddles my face, lowering her dripping pussy onto my mouth. I wrap my arms around her legs, eagerly licking her insides. She moans, and I stop, allowing her to steady herself before I continue.
She lowers herself onto me, and for the first time, I feel her tongue against my own pusating flesh. I jerk in surprise, and she slaps my ass lightly. "Relax, Miss Becky..." She teases. She shakes her ass above my face and I take her wet clit back into my mouth.
The feelings stirring inside of me are making it hard to breathe and I take a breath, gasping at the fierceness of my emotions. I can feel myself shaking, and I hold Hallevora's body, trying to stop. I can feel her tongue sliding inside of me. She laps like a dog and I moan aloud.
"Do I make you feel good?" she asks, teasing me.
"Yes, oh yes!" I moan.
"I can finger you?" she asks.
I lick her dripping hole in reply and she squeals in delight. The pain of her fingers runs through me and I stifle my scream. Oh, the pain, the frigging pain. It hurts. I feel dizzy and I close my eyes. Again, the pain tears me and I feel my eyes grow wet. I bite my lip, clenching my muscles tight against the feelings.
"I am hurting you, I must stop..." She says.
"No... Please don't... You do what you feel is right..."
She nods at me, then takes my ass in her hands. Slowly, delicately, she licks the crack of my ass, before sliding her tongue back over my love box. The feather light touch of her breath makes me run cold and she laughs, blowing against my aching vagina, giggling as I shiver in delight. She lets her tongue run over all of the sore places, she presses her tongue against them and I close my eyes, letting out a shaky breath.
Again, she slides a finger inside of me, slower this time, and only a little. The pain stabs, but only a little. Again, she does the same thing, until her entire finger slips into me. I moan a little, enjoying the feeling now. As she slides her finger into me, I feel my eyes roll back in my head, then she slides it from me and I open my eyes. Now I feel her tongue on my clit, sucking, biting, licking, it feels so god damn good.
She wiggles her ass, tauntingly as she works and hungry for her taste, I pull her back down to me, closing my eyes as I take her into my mouth. I slide my tongue inside of her, fingering her ass with one finger. She wiggles on my mouth and I feel her muscles clench over my tongue. I feel warm fluid dribble from inside of her and I wiggle my tongue, seeking more of this bitter taste. She looks at me and I slap her ass lightly, teasing her. She jerks in surprise and more of this strange tasting fluid leaks into my mouth. It is starting to taste incredibly bitter, the smell acrid. I gag on the taste, spitting it to one side. I am surprised when Hallevora suddenly jumps to her feet. She holds up her hands. "I will be back..."
I watch, stunned, as she flees the vehicle, running into the darkness. I use this time to touch myself, sliding my own fingers deep inside of my aching cunt. With one hand, I slide my fingers into my hole, touching all the places that throb to be touched. With my other hand, I caress my own clit. Moaning, I take up the screwdriver and slide the handle inside of me. It moves deeper than my own fingers are able and I throw my head back, as the thick, textured rubber touches me inside. Eagerly I slide the tool back and forth, I can feel my body shaking, my stomach tightens, my head spins...
Then she is beside me, she takes the screwdriver from my hands, masterfully pludering it deep inside of me. I moan, then reach for her, wanting her. She sits back on my face, allowing me access to her beautiful, pulsating pussy. Her own fingers work my hard, throbbing clit until I feel I might burst. Wave after wave of energy consume me and I can feel my ass bucking wildly. I can feel her tongue over my pussy and I scream in delight.
She climbs off of me, and she turns quickly, kissing my mouth. The taste of her lips is sweet and dewy and I grin like a fool, as I taste myself. Finally, she hands me the screwdriver and she sits back. "It is your turn to do me..." she grins.
With my head still spinning, I lay on my stomach as I use the screwdriver to probe her delightfully pink, battered pussy. She watches me, her eyes never leaving my face. I don't want this tool, I throw it to one side and Hallevora widens her eyes in surprise. I slide my finger into her, first one, then the next, until again, my hand is inside of her and her gaping cunt is consuming me up to my wrist. She bucks her ass against me as I pound her pussy, hard and fast. Finally, she screams and washes of white girl cum ooze from the space around my hand. I remove it, licking myself clean, before lowering my face to her vagina. As my tongue touches her clit, a gush of white girl cum splashes into my mouth and I moan at the taste. She smiles, pulling me to her. We kiss for the longest time, savouring the taste of each others cum, until the taste is gone.
For many hours, we lay in the back of her Jeep, idly touching each other, our eyes on the sky above us. Her beautiful tits are hard with the cold and she shivers as the cool, night breeze blows against the wet flesh of her pussy. I lean down casually, licking her clean. She giggles, looking down at her feet. Her sexy leather pants are still around her ankles and I laugh, helping her remove them.
"You are amazing..." She says to me, her eyes on mine.
"You're not so bad yourself," I joke.
She looks away, embarassed. "You would not think that I am a married woman, would you?" Hallevora asked.
I shook my head, sucking the nipple closest to me.
"Up the hill there, is my home. I was supposed to take you to my home tonight, so that my husband could make love to you in front of me, while I am tied up. Every night, he takes lovers... He ties me down and makes me watch..." I hear the tears in her voice and I hug her close. "I want to divorce him, but I cannot. I married him because my family made me."
"Can't you run away?" I ask.
Hallevora looks at me. "Run away? Where?"
"Come with me. We can both go somewhere and start fresh..."
Hallevora smiles. "I could do that..."
She climbs into the car and shows me her bag. "I have a keycard, I can take the money..."
We smile at each other.
That was six months ago, that was when this whole story started. And now what? Hallevora and I live in a magnificent home by the beach, where we spend our free time sunbathing nude in the sand. That is of course, AFTER we make love in the ocean.
Our new jobs too, are also spirited and fun... We work for the local "under classed" theater company... Would you belive people PAY us to watch us make love? It's always a win-win situation... A hundred dollars for thirty minutes of getting to make love with my girlfriend. And the customers, who make viewing requests ALWAYS come up with an exciting idea or two to make our sex lives that much more spiced up.
And to think....
When Hallevora first said, "You will be paid your due"... I was expecting a fifty.
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By Laney.
Did you enjoy it, or hate it? It's my first attempt at a "first-person" lesbian sex story, so it'd be great to get feedback. For more of my stories, read the "Horse Show", a 3 part series.
To either complain about my work, or to ask any questions... e-mail me at
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