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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between young girl and woman. The story includes urine and scat. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Sara and the hooker
By
Jan
Sara grew up in Raleigh, North Carolina in the home of over protective parents. They owned a donut shop on East Street. Close to Moore Square.
She lived an uneventful life. She felt like she was so unattractive that no one would ever love her. Her contact with other people was so limited that she was confused about the few sexual thoughts that kept popping up in her mind.
Sara had worked for her parents from the time she was a child. At the age of thirty-five, almost all of her time was spent working in the donut shop. Her father came in at 4:00 AM to start mixing the dough and cooking the morning donuts. Sara came in time for the morning rush. The regular customers have known her from the time she was just a child. They gave her a polite greeting as they sat down to have their regular donut and coffee. They would sit in the same booth almost every day. There was no political correctness in this shop. The patrons smoked their cigarettes while reading their paper and sipping their coffee.
Sara would work until the rush would quite down. Then she was free to shop or take a nap until late in the evening. Then she would return to the shop to work until the theater crowd thinned out and was replaced by the creatures on the night. From midnight to about 3:00 AM the customers were a mix of policemen, pimps, hookers and drug addicts. They were all looking for sugar and coffee. The policemen kept the peace and obeyed an unwritten rule not to bust any of the patrons in the shop. If a patron wanted to snitch on someone they made eye contact to let the patrolmen know they wanted to meet around the corner.
Sara hardly even noticed the patrons as she filled coffee cups. Those cups hardly had time to cool off after coming out of the washing machine before she had to fill them for new customer. The volume of people coming in for take out coffee and a dozen or two of a variety of donuts was enough to keep her busy. During the lulls in the traffic she would make donuts to replace the most requested type and frosting them.
It was a rainy night during which there were not a lot of customers, when she noticed a young girl come in. She was dressed in boots, jeans and a black motorcycle jacket that was old and worn thin at the elbows. A heavy studded belt hung from the belt loops unbuckled. Her hair was dark colored and long. It was soaking wet. The water in her hair took out the natural curl. Her black eye makeup was running down her cheeks and her lips were covered in a dark red color.
Sara thought she was a just another hooker at first. The girl selected a cinnamon roll and asked for a medium coffee. As she opened her jacket to retrieve a wallet and a pack of cigarettes. Sara saw that the girl was flat chested. Reevaluating her estimation the girl's age Sara tried to picture her without the harsh makeup. She figured that she could not be more than twelve or thirteen.
The girl placed her things on the counter, picked up the wallet and took out a couple of old bills. She placed them on the counter and put the wallet back inside her jacket. She picked up the cigarettes and lighter as she looked around. Then she went to the back of the L shaped row of booths and sat down with her back to the wall so that she could see everyone coming in. She pulled an ashtray close to her and shook up a cigarette. She placed the filter on her painted lips and pulled the pack away from her face. Using one hand to put the pack back inside her jacket as she used the thumb of her other hand to flick her Bic. She took a deep breath and filled her lungs with smoke.
She looked up as Sara brought her cup of coffee and the roll on a plate with a spoon and fork, along with the change. She thanked Sara. And blew the smoke towards the ceiling as she took a sip of the hot steaming coffee.
Sara made a quick trip to the back to retrieve a fresh batch of donuts. She had placed two dozen on a large steel tray and quickly dipped them in a variety of chocolate, strawberry, lemon frosting and some in sprinkles. She was putting them in the display case when the girl cleared her throat and held up her empty cup.
Sara picked up the coffee urn and came around the back of the counter to fill the girl's cup. She could not take her eyes off this obviously young girl that looked like she probably had a switchblade knife in her pocket or boot.
The girl caught her looking at her. "What the hell are you looking at Bitch?"
Sara was nervous at being caught starring at the girl and stammered as she responded with a lame, "Sorry.I did mean to be rude."
The girl looked up at her and said, "Do you like what you see?"
Sara, "Was too scarred to say anything. She simply nodded her head affirmatively.
The girl said in a harsh tone, "If you want to see it all it will cost you!"
Sara was shocked to think that this child was a hooker. She rushed back behind the counter without saying a word. Her heart was racing as she put cups and saucers in the washing machine. The girl sat in the corner and sipped coffee for a quite some time. When the rain stopped she got up and went into the bathroom. She saw what her makeup looked like and washed her face. She didn't bother putting makeup back on.
When she came out on her way to the front door she winked at Sara. Sara's heart skipped a beat. The girl had a sweet young face. If it were not for the way she was dressed Sara could see her in a church choir robes singing the praise of God. She felt her underpants get damp.
Sara had never had sex with anyone in her life. She relived her sexual desires by masturbating one or two times a week. Most of her life was as chase as a nun.
For the next couple of days the girl was hardly out of her thoughts. She was almost a nervous wreck. She would look up every evening when the doorbell announced that someone entered. The third night the girl was back. Sara could smell the leather of her jacket and the lingering aroma of stale cigarette smoke. The girl's hair looked better. The waves cascaded down her back and some hung down the front of the jacket.
The girl had a cigarette dangling front her mouth as she shoved a couple of crumpled bills across the stainless steel counter top. She asked for another cinnamon roll and coffee as she strolled back to her booth. She sipped her coffee slowly and picked at her roll.
When the last customer picked up his news paper and wished Sara a good night, Sara picked up the urn of hot coffee and came around the counter to fill the girl's cup.
The girl didn't look up. Her eyes were fixed on Sara's trembling hand, as she poured the coffee. She looked up at Sara's face and saw the longing look in her eyes. She knew that Sara was too shy to say anything.
The girl reached out and placed her hand on the inside of Sara's right leg just above the knee. Sara froze, too shocked to say anything. The hand ran up the inside of the soft thigh. Her strong little hands kneaded the soft flesh on her way up to the old worn underpants. When the fingers touched the panties she felt how slippery the material was.
Sara did not think she was attractive and did not indulge in normal female vanities. She did not use makeup, pluck her eyebrows or shave her limbs or crotch. As a result her eyebrows were unruly. She even had a trace of hair on her upper lip. The girl found that hair was growing down the inside of her legs. She pushed the elastic leg of the panties aside and stuck her finger into the older woman's wet cunt.
Sara was too shocked to move. She stood there with her knees shaking as the girl masturbated her. She was so shocked and thrilled at the boldness of the girl that she simply submitted and climaxed quickly leaving the crotch of her panties and her inner thighs streaked with the wetness of her sex.
The girl looked up at her and gave her a crooked smile as she said if you want more it will cost you. Then she finished her coffee and stood up and left Sara standing there with her mouth open. The poor woman could not move until she heard the bell ring as a customer came in the front door.
She rushed around behind the counter to take the customers order. It was an old regular that wanted a glazed buttermilk donut and a cup of coffee to go. He noticed that Sara's face was flushed and asked if she was running a fever.
Sara blushed and assured him that she was all right. She could feel that her panties were still pulled to the left side of her crotch. She retreated to the bathroom and straightened out her underwear then washed her face and her thighs to remove some of the aroma of her still steaming cunt. She was a nervous wreck by the time her father came in to make the next days batch of donuts. She was so upset that she didn't want to work the morning rush. She went home and masturbated until she fell asleep from exhaustion.
The next night the girl came in and ordered her usual. When Sara brought it to her she asked Sara if she wanted a date with her. A very flustered Sara asked how much it would cost? The girl said she would give her a special deal. It would only cost fifty bucks.
As Sara stood there deciding if she could afford to take her up on the offer the girl rubbed her crotch through her starched white uniform with the palm of her hand. Sara said that she didn't have a place to take her and she would not be free until eight in the morning.
The girl thought about it for a moment. Then she said that she guessed it would be OK if she went home with her. She said she would be back in the morning to pick her up.
Sara was as nervous as a cat in a locked room by the time her shift ended and she saw the girl standing outside smoking a cigarette. Sara approached her and asked her name. The girl told her that her name was Lesley. The girl led the way to a side street lined with cheep apartment buildings. Sara followed her up the stairs and down the dingy corridor to a door that needed paint. When she opened the door a sleepy voice of a woman asked, "Is that you Lesley?"
She said, "Yes mom.I have company so don't disturb us!"
The voice said, "Bring us a drink baby!"
Lesley went to the kitchenette and poured a drinking glass almost full of gin and took it to the bedroom.
Sara saw a dark haired woman that was probably her age lying on a bed in her slip. Lesley handed her the glass. The woman took a drink and kissed Lesley and told her what a sweet baby she was. Lesley closed the door and came back to stand next to Sara. She had Sara sit on the unmade convertible couch bed. The sheets were wrinkled and clothes were scattered around the room. The girl started undressing Sara. She commented that her clothes smelled like donuts.
Sara felt both frightened and foolish lying there naked as the girl undressed her. When she stood up and kicked off her boots sure enough a switchblade knife fell out onto the floor. She unzipped the jacket and let the heavy leather fall to the floor behind her. Then the jeans were unbuttoned with a simple tug of the waist. The jeans joined the jacket on the floor. Now all this child was wearing was a black tank top and very old and small black panties. Sara could hardly contain her excitement.
Lesley pulled the tank top over her head and dropped it. She had to roll the tight panties down her hips and off one leg at a time. When she was naked Sara saw that she only had a few strands of black hair on her pubis and that her immature breasts were little more than pink bumps on her white chest.
Sara heard snoring coming from the bedroom as the girl got on the bed. Sara was filled with fear and lust for this child. The girl was totally in charge as she straddled Sara's head. She sat facing Sara's feet as she lowered her cunt to the woman's hungry open mouth.
This was the first time Sara had ever tasted the juice and flesh of another person. The only thing she had ever tastes was her own finger after she masturbated. Lesley started rocking her hips forward and backwards. The action was racking her cunt and asshole over Sara's face. Lesley sawed her cunt against Sara's mouth and nose until she reached a satisfying a climax. Then she leaned forward and curled Sara's pubic hair around her fingers. She pulled the hair on either side of the cunt to hold it open and stuck her tongue into the wet valley. Sara's sensitive cunt exploded quickly and covered the girl's face with her juice.
She was still recovering from what had just happened when Lesley jumped up and led her to the bathroom. She told Sara that she needed to pee so Sara figured that the girl would simply sit on the toilet and do her thing. Lesley had other ideas. She told Sara to get in the tub. Sara wondered why but did as she was told. When she leaned back in the tub and felt the cool porcelain on her back and butt she wondered what Lesley wanted. Then Lesley stepped into the tub and straddled Sara's body as she faced her. She squatted a little as let go with a stream of yellow water that splashed on Sara's hairy pubic area. Sara felt the warm water run between her legs and on her ass as it flowed towards the drain. Then she stood up and splashed pee on Sara's large soft tits. Sara was so shocked at what was going on that her mouth hung open. Lesley aimed the stream towards her face and Sara got a mouthful and some in her eyes. She had to close her eyes and mouth. She tasted the salty ammonia as she swallowed the pee.
Sara tried to get up but Lesley was standing there. As she sat up Lesley shoved her dripping cunt into the face of Sara and told her to "lick my cunt dry Bitch". Sara gladly did as she was told.
Lesley reached around and retrieved a shower nozzle on a hose and turned on the water. She adjusted the temperature and showered her body standing over Sara. Then she directed the spray at her and washed her body. She let Sara dry her body and she left the room while Sara dried herself.
When Sara returned to the main room Lesley was sitting on the bed cross-legged and lighting up another cigarette. Sara was both embarrassed and thrilled as she dressed quickly, tossed two twenties and two five-dollar bills on the bed and rushed out of the apartment.
Sara hurried home and went to her room. She reproached herself for the degrading way she let the girl treat her. She promised herself that she would not do that again.
That night when she went to work she feared that Lesley might come in and sure enough just after 2:00 AM Lesley appeared. She didn't say anything. She went directly to her booth and sat down and unzipped her jacket and let up a cigarette.
Sara brought her the coffee and cinnamon roll. Lesley placed her hand on the inside of Sara's leg and squeezed the soft inner thigh. Sara was trembling and sweating as she pleaded with Lesley to stop.
Lesley said, "I am just starting with you."
Sara tried to step back but found that Lesley had shoved her finger into her cunt and hooked it. If she tried to back away her nail would scratch her cunt lining. Sara froze in her tracks. Lesley led her by the cunt to the bathroom and pulled her jeans down along with her panties. She sat on the toilet and Sara heard and smelled her shit as she emptied her bowel. When she was finished she stood up and turned around as she flushed the toilet. She told Sara to lick her asshole clean.
Sara was sweating as she knelt and used her hands to part the white cheeks and tentatively licked the rosebud. She suddenly found herself overwhelmed with lust and she licked and sucked the asshole and probed it as deeply as she could with her tongue.
Lesley said that's enough and she pulled up her panties and jeans. She returned to her booth and held up the cup for a fresh coffee. Sara followed her back and took the cup and emptied it into the sink and brought back the urn and filled it as Lesley smiled at her as she plucked a piece of the roll and ate it.
Sara stood there like as slave. She filled her cup until a customer came in. A few drunks came in and Lesley left with a simple statement that she would be waiting for her when she got off work.
Sara worked at a fever pace when her father arrived and they soon had the display cases filled with fresh donuts. When it was time for Sara to go home she was torn between her knowledge that this relationship was wrong and her naked lust to be with this sexy child once more. She didn't want to go to Lesley's place but found herself on her street anyway. She went up to her floor and knocked on the door.
Lesley opened the door standing there totally nude. She stepped back and let Sara in with that evil crooked smile on her face. Sara asked about her mother. Lesley said to not worry about her mother. They would have the place to themselves that day.
For a change the couch was made up. Lesley started undressing Sara and backed her up until she had to sit down on the couch. Then Lesley stepped up onto the couch straddle Sara's body. She shoved her cunt into Sara's face and grabbed her by the hair and forced her to suck her cunt as she told her what a nasty cunt sucking whore she was. The words excited Sara even more and she covered the child's cunt with her mouth and tongue fucked her as hard as she could. Without warning, Lesley let go with a stream of hot urine. Sara had to swallow quickly to keep from having her body covered in piss.
When Lesley was finished she led Sara to the bathroom. Sara climbed into the tub and lay on her back. She wondered how Lesley could pee on her after she had swallowed the salty yellow water just a short time ago.
Lesley stepped into the tub and faced the drain as she squatted over Sara's head. To her amazement Sara saw her asshole pucker and a turd come out. She tried to move her face but it hit her on the cheek and rolled down her body and came to rest between her large breasts. Three more followed and rolled down Sara's body coming to rest in between her legs in all that pubic hair. Then Sara was then ordered to clean the girl poop hole with her tongue
Finally Lesley stepped out of the tub and picked up a turd and smeared it all over Sara's body like a bar of soap. She even smeared it all over Sara's face. Sara was reduced to tears before Lesley let her wash the shit down the drain and soap up her body. When she was finished showering and she was dry she joined Lesley in the living room.
Lesley was letting Sara explore her body when there was a knock at the door. Lesley jumped up and answered the door as Sara sat there trying to cover her body with a pillow.
Lesley said, "Hi.Judy I was hoping you would stop by." She let her enter. Judy came in and got a wicked smile on her face when she saw Sara sitting there attempting to cover her nakedness.
Lesley said, "Sara is my slave. Is there anything you want her to do for you?" Judy replied that she could start by removing her clothes for her. So Lesley told Sara to help Judy get naked.
Lesley jumped onto the old couch and sat with her back against the armrest and picked up her smokes and lit up as Sara stood up and removed the clothing from Lesley's young friend.
Judy was a teenaged redhead with traces of freckles on her face and upper body. She had breasts that were just right to fill Sara's hands. When her cunt was exposed it was covered with strawberry colored hair. As Lesley blew out a puff of smoke she told Sara to suck her friend's cunt for her. Sara felt her heart beating in her chest as she wet her lips with her tongue. Sara started licking the girl's opening until the girl grabbed her by the back of the head and screamed out her pleasure for the way she made her cum.
Sara felt a little pride in her ability to please Lesley's friend. Then Judy turned around and bent over. Sara was looking at the pink asshole of the girl and knew what she wanted. Sara placed her mouth over the opening and stuck her tongue into the hole. Judy was whimpering and telling Lesley what a sweet slave she had as her juices flood over Sara's skilled tongue. She tightened her tummy until she had pushed a turd forward enough to press against Sara's tongue. Without being told to do so Sara opened wide and accepted the waste into her mouth.
The two girls took turns humiliating the woman. They called her filthy names and commenting about her hairy cunt and legs and her fat body with its floppy tit bags. They laughed at her as she groveled at their feet and willingly accepted their most gross acts of depravity.
When both girls were satisfied Lesley told Sara that she should dress and leave. Judy sat next to Lesley, kissed her lovingly and took one of her cigarettes and let up. Sara got dressed and walked home. She could still smell their cunt juice on her face and taste of their rectums on her tongue. When she arrived she went to her bathroom and took a long hot bath and relived tonight's events in her mind. Before she went to bed she promised herself that she would stop seeing Lesley but by the time she awoke next morning she knew that she would be Lesley' slave for as long as she would have her.
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