Pussy for Rent

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Fa/Fa, Incest, Brother, Sister, Oral Sex, Cream Pie, Prostitution, .

Desc: Sex Story: Patrick goes to a museum to pick up a date. Working-girl Theresa has seen him there before and is waiting for him to make the first move.

PATRICK – by Ric

I'm rich, tall and slim, damn good looking. Oh, you say tha I shouldn't call myself good looking, it sounds so egotistical? Well, fuck you. I can see myself in the mirror, and I've never had to ask twice to get into some female's panties. And by the time I get to those panties, they're always soaking wet. So what should I call myself, ugly? Forgive me for being so snappy, but my looks are relevant to this story.

Not particularly relevant, but just part of my background, is that my twin sister Pamela and I were both smart enough to choose the best possible set of parents to be born to, because she too has those same initial attributes. That's very strange, because since we have different sex organs, by definition we are fraternal rather than maternal twins, and yet we look very much like each other. In fact, when we fuck – oh, I guess I'll tell you about that – we almost look like opposite sides of an ink-blot test.

Neither Pam nor I ever had any trouble getting dates. By the time we were about fifteen, in high school, we double-dated a number of times. Of course, dating in a single car, it wasn't easy to have enough privacy for sex, most of the time, anyway. The best we could usually do was some oral sex in the big parking area at the bottom of our driveway – about a quarter mile from the house itself. There was always the chance that one or both of our parents would decide to go for a late drive, or that some stranger would use the parking area as their own make-out location. Every once in a while, Mom or Dad would find a used condom dropped there, and Pam and I would get a mild third degree grilling. Also, Mom used to get pissed off when Pam would walk around the house in something skimpy.

But when we did use it ourselves, generally I would get my cock sucked by my date and Pam would go down on her date. I had no problem with the idea of eating my date's pussy, and Pam told me that she didn't mind a tongue in her cunt. But those made for more difficult clothing situations, so they were saved for solo dates.

The problem of course was that when we double dated, I'd get my pipes cleaned but Pam wouldn't get to cum in the other seat. So when we got back to the house, I'd be ready for sleep but my loving sister would have to use her fingers for a while.

"Good night, Pam." I was already in my pajamas.

"You bastard. You got off but I'm still hanging. Why don't you stay up with me until I get myself off?"

I swear to you, that's just what she said. But me, being the pussy hound I am, took it as a come-on. I sat on the side of her bed and watched as her hand wriggled into her panties and began to rub. And believe me – well, I guess you really shouldn't – when I put my hand on top of hers and started to rub, I was only trying to be helpful.

The look she gave me was somewhere between 'what the fuck do you think you're doing, you're my brother' to 'I need that, don't stop'. My preference was to go for the latter option, and so I did. My lips touched hers, my tongue flicking out. Then she lifted my head off of her face.

"What took you so damn long to take the hint, the stuff I wear around the house?"

"Jeez Pam, you're my sister."

"Well, dear Patrick, that fact doesn't seem to bother that bulge in your pajamas."

She was right of course, and in fact when I had no date, I used to imagine her body naked as I flogged my log.

"Go down on me, Paddy (my nickname)."

I rolled her wet panties down off of Pam. Her pussy was bald; that was no surprise, since she had told me that she shaved herself down there. I inhaled the sweet aroma of female in heat, washed my face in her copious lubrication. My tongue did the work, up and down and around her private slit, her pink labia. I forced my tasting tool inside of her, washing as much as I could of her loose vaginal canal. Mom would shit if she knew how many cocks Pam's cunt had welcomed.

My tongue attached her clit, licking it my lips sucked on her orgasm tool. The folks were out; she had no need to control her yelling and screaming. We rolled over so that she was on top of me. My finger probed and found her g-spot. As I touched it, she began to gush. It felt wonderful. It was as if I was being water-boarded and I loved every second of it.

When her orgasm finished its throbbing, Pam thanked me. I was tired from being blown in the car. We fell asleep, she wearing only a t-shirt and I in my pajama top. Both of us were naked from the waist down.

Two hours later, I awoke to the feel of my side of the bed sinking down. Pam was already awake. Mom was staring at the two of us. Oh shit!

"I was hoping that this would never happen but I knew there was no way I could prevent it. Be discreet, children, and be careful."


I played football in college. Starting quarterback, so my face didn't get too banged up. I went to Harvard and Pamela went to Radcliffe, Harvard's sister school. There was plenty of cunt around for me, and cock for Pam, and best of all, we didn't have to fuck our dates in the back of a car. We also had plenty of opportunities to be with each other. Our folks just prayed that neither of us, individually or as a team, would present them with grandchildren. After graduation, we both moved down to New Haven, to Yale. I went to the Law School and Jan to the Medical School. Law was never in my plans; I intended to go directly into managing the family real estate empire.

Time passed. Pam and I each married and each of us gave the folks two grandchildren. But I never lost my roving eye. And then...


I had seen her before, right here. I come to MoMA every Thursday at lunch time, planning to get back to the office before the market closes. (After all, I hired my hot looking secretary and bought a Murphy bed on the same day. If I struck out at MoMA, I could always get my rocks off Suzie – my secretary - before I went home.) For those of you who aren't familiar with New York City abbreviations, MoMA stands for Museum of Modern Art, which is not to be confused with MMA, which are the call letters for the Metropolitan Museum of Art, sometimes referred to as the Met or the Metropolitan. Which is itself not to be confused with the Metropolitan Opera House, also known as the Met. Nor with MDMA, which is a drug. Nor with the Mets, a baseball team that needs some drugs.

As I was about to say, before I so rudely interrupted myself, she was one fine piece of ass. At least five foot seven, with legs that stretched all the way to the floor – you'd know what that means if you saw her – she had a fantastic rack and a nice tight ass. Even fully dressed, as she then was in an expensive business suit, she'd be a great picture to jerk off to, which I had done a week earlier.

She could have been a runway model, but her tits were too big. She could have been a business executive, but the lines of her face were too soft. Her eyes though were business-like, and I was ready to swear that she was a call-girl.

"Haven't I seen you here before?" I asked politely. It seemed a better start than to say, 'get the fuck out of my way so that I can see the painting too, ' for she was blocking my view from the bench. I stood up as I said it and approached the wall she was facing. She turned her head toward me without moving her torso.

"I do get here from time to time, when I don't have to be with a client,"

"Oh, what kind of clients?"

"I negotiate property rentals."

"What kind of properties?" I pressed on, nosily.

"Specialty properties," she said.

"Like concert halls or stadiums?" I asked.

"Specialties," was all she said. I got the idea that I had better change the subject if I wanted to get into her panties.

"I'm in securities myself," I said, "stocks and bonds, plus real estate." She nodded, bored. Time for another try.

"I like Gauguin best of all. How about you?" I asked.

"Mondrian is my favorite," she said.

"There's a mystery story revolving around Mondrian's works, you know."

"I've read it. Thoroughly enjoyed it," she said. But by then she had a smile on her face. The ice was broken.

"I'm Patrick, by the way."

"Theresa."

We chatted for a while and then I looked at my watch. "I haven't eaten yet. Would you care to join me for a bite of lunch and a drink?"

She smiled. "I'd love that, Patrick, but there is something you must know. When I eat and drink with a man, I get paid for it. The property I rent out is my body. I'm a professional, Patrick. I get $2,000 for an afternoon."

My guess had been confirmed. "Hey, that's great."

"Great?" she asked quizzically.

"I can afford the $2,000 and I don't have to expend any time or energy charming you and seducing you."

We crossed Fifth Avenue and headed east to a charming little hotel that I use when I'm looking for a bed during the day. Her arm was hooked inside mine, like a suburban couple in the city for a vacation day. At the hotel, the clerk looked at me and when I nodded twice, made sure to give me the room I always used. We were alone in the elevator and she gave me a gentle rub along the bulge in my slacks. It was like that little bite of meat you might get in a Food Court in front of a Chinese food counter, to get you to buy the full lunch. And just like in a Food Court, I had already bought the meal but it wouldn't be delivered and I wouldn't get to eat it until I paid for it.

And the meal I had ordered was surely going to taste delicious; I just knew it.

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