11 June 2010
Copyright© 2025 by Mustang
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - On this day, Dan takes Olivia, Karen, Wendy, Tina, Monica, Bella, and Tiffany to the Quinte Area International Business Conference to pose as prostitutes.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Fiction Slut Wife Wife Watching Interracial Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism Public Sex Prostitution
“Wendy, I think we’re the only ones who haven’t been to bed with a customer.” Monica said to Wendy.
“I think you’re right. We must be losing our touch as a woman.”
“I don’t mind touching you.” Wendy welcomed Monica’s hand between her legs.
“I imagine real prostitutes don’t score a customer every time they’re out.”
“What decent man wouldn’t want to land between my legs for a worldwide trip?” Monica joked. Then she thought for a moment. “Do you suppose it’s because I’m black?”
“Oh, honey! Don’t you ever think that?” Wendy placed the palm of her hand on her soft cheek. “I love the colour of your skin. We’re both desirable women who want a good man to love us.”
“You know that Dan loves being with you and us girls certainly enjoy the taste of your cum juices. There’s still tomorrow if we don’t get an offer.”
“I’m getting hungry. Want to catch a bite to eat?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“I haven’t been here for a long time. Have they ever changed the eating area of Barney’s Bar? It used to be full service with sexy waitresses serving you. Now, it’s more like a McDonald’s or Burger King,” Wendy said, seeing the over-the-counter menu selections.
Wendy and Monica made for quite a sensual sight, standing and holding hands in their revealing dresses and looking at the menu. Almost every adult eye was gazing at them from head to toe.
“I can feel every eye looking at us,” Monica said.
“Hopefully one or two are hungry enough to pay for their time with us.”
“Right. A prostitute usually doesn’t offer her body for free.”
They moved in the short line and placed their order.
They searched for an empty table but quite a number of patrons were also hungry.
“There are two seats where those two guys are sitting,” Monica said, motioning with her head.
“Not bad looking either.”
“Do you mind if we sit by you? It’s so busy to find two empty seats together,” Monica asked.
“No, not at all,” one of them said, eyeing their deep cleavage.
The two men eyed the beauties sitting next to them. Their low-cut dresses revealed a nipple peeking out through the woven material. Neither girl pulled down the short hem of their dress like good girls are supposed to do. They were basically sitting on their bare asses.
It was only natural for the men to glance sideways or over at the two women beginning to eat. Wendy uncrossed her legs, relaxing her pose. There was a slight hint of her bare pussy showing.
“The whole place sure is busy,” the one sitting beside Wendy said.
“There’s a large business convention taking place. People are here from all over the country.”
“We hope those attending the convention will be looking for some sexy action.”
“What are you two, prostitutes?”
“Yes, when there is a large gathering of horny men like this one with fat wallets,” Monica said.
“Or a deep debit card,” Wendy added.
“How much do you charge?” The one next to Monica asked.
Monica placed her arm on the back of her chair, her breasts straining to escape her dress and she caressed her right breast. His eyes lowered to see her rub her inner thigh next to her bare pussy.
“How much do you think?”
“I’d say maybe three to five hundred?”
“You are trying to get between my legs and thank you for the compliment. With so many horny men here, we’ve lowered our price to two hundred for a fuck.”
“And a deep discount of fifty for a blow job,” Wendy added.
“Does the two hundred include a blow job?”
“It can. You have Wendy or me—I’m Monica—for about two hours. How many times you cum is up to you.”
“Or us for the number of times we can get your cock hard to cum.”
“So, you can either try your luck to pick up a girl for a fuck and somehow get a room, or for two hundred, you’re guaranteed a fuck and more with us, in our room,” Monica offered.
“I’m Trevor,” the one beside Monica said.
“And I’m Bret.”
Wendy took Bret’s hand, guiding it under her short hem. “I never wear panties. They just get in the way.” She could feel his fingertips touching her warm slit. “Shall we get the transactions out of the way and go to our room?”
“There’s a cash machine by the bar.”
The girls stood, giving Bret and Trevor a good view down their low dresses. They did quick withdrawals from the cash machine, handing each four fifty-dollar bills.
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