===Abby===
This is not the sort of half-baked thing you just up and do. In fact, it took a few weeks for the yeast to cause the bread to rise. And then there was the research.
This all happened when Brittany and I were juniors at our school in upstate New York. Looking back, the event that planted the seed occurred when a senior we knew was arrested—for prostitution! Sheila always dressed a bit slutty, but nobody guessed she was making money that way. Of course, when the story broke, we were able to find Sheila's ad on a porn site: “Fantasy Date 20 In/Out.” Her face was blurred out, but it was her, for sure. Nice tits!
Unfortunately, one of her admirers was a cop.
This created quite a stir—we were all were talking about it. Two themes emerged when my two suite mates, Brittany, who you already know, Anne, and I had enough to drink to get really excited talking about it. Right off, there was the curiosity factor—we all wondered, "What is it like to have sex for money and with a stranger? It couldn't be that bad, could it?"
Well, maybe some of them are ugly, or old, or mean, but there had to be some good ones.
===Brittany===
Somebody reported that prostitution was legal in Canada. This was before the laws changed in 2016. Just a couple hours away in Toronto, Sheila could have sold her skinny pussy legally - "American Fantasy Dates 20 In/Out!" Was she stupid or what? Wonder what she charged. What's that about in/out? Not about a man's penis, it turned out. Incall/Outcall.
Then the dance began as we imagined one little idea after another. Did you ever think of doing that? Would you go across to do it? Do you need a passport? I'd be too scared. So would I. Maybe if we went together. Mom and Dad would kill me, despite all that had happened.
===Abby===
We didn't really decide to do anything at first, but we kept looking things up. Over time, we learned what different quality girls would charge and how to arrange for contacts. Somebody even looked up hotels. We figured we were worth about $200 an hour and laughed about how we were giving it away for free all the time. Well, at least we knew the guys. I would go back to my room and masturbate every time this came up, but we were still just fantasizing.
Anyway, the night came when we decided to do it and started working out the details. First, we had to have pictures—the kind that would lure the men but hide our identity. We decided to go as "American College Trio Take Your Pick." We took a picture of the three of us standing side to side with only our panties on. We each had one arm across our nipples and the other pulling the waist of our panties down as far as we thought was decent (LOL). Brittany put labels with our pseudonyms over our faces, so our eyes and noses were covered but it was still possible to show off how sexy we were. Then there were the individual pictures, from all different angles, again with the labels.
===Anne===
Brittany and Abby had told me a lot about their sexual adventures, but I was still surprised. I was not exactly an angel myself. After all, I was having an affair with a professor. But being a whore? Wow.
I was assigned to find a hotel to work out of. I found an old-fashioned motel with doors on the back parking lot so our customers didn't have to go through the lobby. Plus, we didn't have to go all the way to Toronto; it was just across the border. I even went across to check it out.
Abby thought that some of the men might want a threesome. I was taken aback by that idea, since I had never done anything like that.
And worse, Brittany said they might want to have the two girls have sex first! And I'd NEVER done THAT! So we decided to have a training session. I was totally shy and a little grossed out, to be honest. I didn't think I could do it.
Finally, Brittany said she would show me.
As Abby looked on, Brittany unbuttoned my blouse and started French-porno kissing me. She reached around behind me and unclipped my bra. Her cool hands brushed across my nipples. I was getting wet. My eyes were closed but I felt her press her lips against my nipple. And then the other. Oh my god, she was suckling me! My reluctance was dissolving.
She guided me to the edge of the bed. I flopped back with my feet hanging over the edge. Brittany reached up my skirt and pulled down my panties. I was so, so wet and, at the same time, embarrassed. She was kissing my thighs and working her way up, up, up. I felt her cool fingers rubbing my oh so sensitive lips. Then, as she started kissing those lips, her finger probed deeper and found my hard little clit. I couldn't imagine how I could get so aroused when I was so embarrassed, but it was happening.
===Brittany===
Anne's girl virgin pussy tasted delicious as it gushed over my mouth. I couldn't believe how quickly she had consented to let me do this to her. I unzipped her skirt and got her totally naked. Her perky C-cup tits, still wet from my work on them, stood upright on her chest. Such a beautiful body and such a lovely bush. I shoved her legs up and pulled her lips apart so the pink flesh inside her sex glistened for me. I plunged my face into her pussy. My tongue fucked her as deep as it would go. She moaned way too loudly for our dorm situation as her orgasm broke.
===Anne===
She had me going out loud when she pushed up my legs and her tongue took over where her fingers had been inside my vagina. I was already cumming when Abby started sucking one nipple and rubbing the other. The in/out (those words again) motion of Brittany's tongue sent me through one of the strongest orgasms ever. Then it was over.
Brittany said, "Your turn!" and I almost died. She could see the fear on my face. "Here," she said, "I'll undress for you." And she did. Brittany was a pretty girl with nice round B tits and a flat tummy. Her pussy was shaved except for a little decoration out front. (I would have to shave myself, too!) She flopped on the bed.
"Just pretend you are a man. Do what a man would do and you'll be fine." Oh yeah, sure! Maybe this Canada thing wasn't such a good idea.
Worse yet, Abby was undressing, too. Her pussy was also shaved. "Brittany can't have all the fun," she chided and laid on her back next to Brittany. I was terrified as I looked at my two naked friends and stared at their wide-open legs.
Anyway, Brittany put both my hands on her breasts and sighed convincingly when I rubbed them. Then she took one of my hands and guided it between her legs. "Rub me, please." I could feel she was wet as I rubbed her outside. Then, "Rub my clit!" And I did.
Her moans and sighs got more and more irregular as I managed to get her cumming. "Put your fingers in - be the man!" she moaned. Her insides were hot as they enveloped my fingers. What a nice feeling. And her hips were thrusting upward every time I pushed my fingers deeper.
Abby took my other hand and held it between her legs. After they were both moaning and shaking, Abby said, "Stick your fingers in me, too." What a feeling, inside two girls' vaginas. Their hips rocked against my hands as I got the fucking motion going.
===Brittany===
Abby decided it was time to push things to the limit, on my behalf. "Taste your fingers," she commanded Anne. Anne complied with both of our juices. "Now you have to eat Brittany like she did you. She tastes even better up close."
Anne looked horrified. Then she leaned over and touched my labia with her tongue. I let out a little murmur and arched my butt off the sheet. She found enough courage to press her tongue in between. I let out a louder moan. "Lick me more there," I begged. She was getting the idea and my clit was very happy.
===Anne===
Can you believe it, Abby told me to eat Brittany's pussy. I was so scared I just touched it with my tongue. But her aroma, so sweet. I wanted to taste more and pushed my tongue between her lips. She liked it and begged me to lick there a lot. I had my fingers fucking both of them, but I knew what Brittany wanted. She pushed her butt way up off the bed so I could reach in with my face. She convulsed as my tongue fucked her vagina. Abby had reached under me and fingered me as I did this.
When Brittany's orgasm peaked and subsided and she collapsed back on the bed, Abby tugged my head over to her. I sucked on her tits and ate her pussy, just like I had for Brittany.
"Oh yes. Oh yes," she moaned, "Lick me. Oh god. Lick me, too."
She tasted so sweet. I fingered her and licked her and, with my fingers out, pushed my tongue into her, like so many guys had done to me.
===Abby===
The big night finally came. We crossed over that afternoon. I just knew the US and Canadian border guards could tell what we were up to. I tried not to look embarrassed. Anyway, they barely glanced at our IDs - that was before the passport rule. The motel wasn't far. As we checked in I was sure the desk clerk knew what we were doing. 3 girls asking for 2 rooms? Right. He smiled at us, said have a good evening and handed us the keys. We already had a Canadian cell phone and a stash of condoms - way too many it turned out. The other girls had convinced me to shave.
We put up the C--List.com ad with all the pictures and our number and waited. It wasn't long before we started scheduling appointments. We told the men we wanted $200 for one hour with one of us. If they wanted a threesome we had decided we would just charge double since we hadn't figured out what the going rate actually was.
The first man arrived, a good-looking fellow whose finger betrayed a missing wedding ring. We lined up in front of him in our short skirts and halters and recited our pseudonyms: I was Darling, Anne was Melody and Brittany was Angel. He picked Melody- she was a bit more filled out, so to speak, than Brittany, I mean Angel, and me. Melody kissed him and took him next door.
===Anne/Melody===
A reasonably fit business type, Jeff, showed up. After looking us all up and down, he said, "I'll take Melody." I couldn't believe how excited this made me once I realized, oh yes, that’s me.
Jeff had taken off his wedding ring; it wouldn’t be the first husband I fucked, with or without his ring on. Abby/Darling waved goodbye as I left for next door. Jeff was tall, with jet black hair, nicely groomed and fairly handsome. My pussy gushed into my panties as soon as we were alone. He handed me some money and I put it in an envelope on the bureau. I assumed it was the right amount.
I realized I was incredibly nervous, and it showed. This was way past my affair with the professor. My hands were trembling as I moved close to him. I couldn't look him in the eye. Then I forced myself to look into his face. "Are you OK?" he asked. I admitted I'd never done this before.
I let him take off my top and my bra. I helped him undress too. He kissed me on the lips and then kissed my neck and my shoulder and both nipples. We laid on the bed and I felt him unzip my little skirt and slide it and my panties off. He knelt at my feet, and I saw his erect cock. He picked up my leg and started kissing my foot and my ankle and my calf and my thigh. I let him kiss my pussy lips and lick me—I learned later what a huge mistake that could have been - and I was so very ready for him. Letting him undress me was another mistake, I found out the hard, torn-clothes way on another night.
"Where are your condoms?" he asked. I had left them across the room in my purse. It almost broke the mood as I jumped up and ran over there. But I tore one off and ripped open the wrapper. He let me unroll it over his cock and I started to suck him. I guess he didn't want to cum that way because he stopped me after a while.
"How do you want it?" I asked.
"You on top.”
So he lay on his back, and I crawled over him with one knee on each side. I sat back with his very hard cock just in front of me and rubbed it for good luck. Then I scooted forward enough that it was just below my entrance. I used it to masturbate my clit a little and then eased myself down on him. I sat all the way down ‘til it was pressing hard against my cervix. I stayed like that for the few seconds it takes for wonderful spasms to overtake me, and then we were at it.
After a couple minutes, he wanted to switch to doggy and finally missionary. That's how he came. I was already on my second O! I slipped off his condom, tied a knot, and threw it in the wastebasket. Soon he was caressing me as we lay side by side on the bed.
He was getting aroused again well before his hour was up and I knew enough from my own sex life to wash a man off before putting on another condom. I ran to the bathroom and got a washcloth wet with warm water and soap. I cleaned him off and slipped on the new condom.
He asked me, "What would it cost to do anal?" I had no idea, but it wouldn't be the first time for me, and he wasn't so huge that I couldn't do it.
He said, "How about $100?"
"OK." I ran to the bathroom and, well, let's just say, made room for him.
I had thought to bring extra lube as our research had suggested. I had sometimes had good luck with my own juices and the lubricated condom, but I dribbled the liquid on his cock and rubbed it all over. I laid him on his back and first took his organ in my vagina. Then I smiled at him, pulled off, and put his tip against my butthole. I relaxed as best I could and eased myself down. He slid in easily. I leaned back so he could watch, and he started pumping, pumping, pumping. Then I moved forward so his cock was entering from a back to front angle. I love doing it that way because his tip was actually pressing against the back of my vagina and the inside of my clit through the wall of my butthole. I get incredible orgasms that way and this time was no different. He didn't last very long either—I guess that opening is pretty tight, especially with the added pressure the angle was giving him.
===Abby/Darling===
Brittany and I came in after we saw Anne's client leave. She had a big smile on her face. The two of us were bummed having to wait with our books in our first room. Fortunately, the next man, Ben, wanted a threesome with me and Brittany/Angel. We learned later that Anne/Melody picked up another guy in the other room.
Ben put his money down, and the two of us pawed over him. He was an older gent, but still attractive, apparently not married. We took off his shirts and rubbed his hairy chest. Then I took off Anne's halter and her sweet titties popped out. She did the same for me and his hands were splitting their time among all four boobs. Brittany knelt down and started to undo his pants as I started kissing him all over his face. I felt his hard cock bump against my hip as he shuffled out of his shoes and dropped trousers.
Brittany was holding his cock in one hand and unzipping my skirt with the other. Soon it dropped to the floor. She pushed him and me closer together so she could rub his organ against my panties which were getting wetter every second. Then she pulled down my panties and motioned me to kneel with her. We both were kissing his shaft up and down and even his helmet. She surprised me when she took it bare into her mouth, but she surprised me even more when it came out of her mouth with a condom on it! Brittany gave it to me and I took it in my mouth. She stood up beside us and slid her skirt and panties off in a very erotic fashion. Then she pushed him back and stood in front of me with her legs slightly apart. I knew what she wanted. Soon I was kissing her little patch of fur, and she rolled her hips so I could lick between her legs. I pushed two fingers up inside her and she was moaning. Ben was masturbating, trying not to cum as this unfolded. We managed to work our way over to the bed and Brittany flopped down on her back.
I was kneeling between her legs, my knees almost falling off the bottom of the bed. I felt Ben maneuver himself behind me. He kissed and licked my pussy—another nono, I know—and slid his fingers in. Brittany was cumming and so was I when I felt him stand up and start to fuck me. oh my god!
All of this was so new to me, and I had to be a whore to have it.
===Brittany/Angel===
He'd been in Abby for two or three minutes, I suppose, when he pulled out and moved her aside. He got down on me and wasted no time pushing his cock into my pussy. He was kissing me, playing with my breasts and fucking me all at the same time. My moans were not faked. Nor were his when he filled the condom.
We split the money three ways that night. And we went back a few more times because we were so pleased with our little business. OK, the excitement left after the first few Johns, though I was naturally wet for the first guy every time. But my share almost came to $3,000, a different source of excitement.
I've never told my husband, Tyler, about this. There are stories about bored wives earning "pin money" a certain way. I don't know. Would it really be that wrong? We're moving overseas for a couple years. Attitudes are different there, aren't they? Aren't they?
