Z : Facing the World (and Getting Paid)
Copyright© 2017 by Mike Kaye
Chapter 5: Let the Fun Begin
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: Let the Fun Begin - Z did not plan on becoming a prostitute. At 13, she becomes responsible for her younger sister. At 16 a VERY lucky boyfriend enters the picture. Sister issues arise. At 18, Z gets an offer she didn't refuse. She advertises and soon multiple clients come her way. Most are good people. A few are rich. Several clients are married couples.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Wife Watching Sharing Sister Orgy Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Voyeurism
Authors note: To those who have been reading the prior chapters you have now reached the point where a whole bunch of content tags are appropriate. Dear reader, now would be a good time to find something else to read if reading fiction about naked teens fucking and deflowering each other might bother you.
You have been warned. Now back to the tiny house for some sexy fun!
After we heard her car leave Fran said, “Usual house policy? Do you want me to tell him?”
“Rick”, I began, “Our usual house policy is nude until morning.” Fran dropped her skirt and pulled off her Teen Idol T-shirt leaving her nude. I’m sure she got a kick of showing her nicely budding tits and smoothly shaved pubic mound. Rick gasped. “It’s totally voluntary Rick. You can stay dressed. But I won’t. I’m sure you will like it.” While he was making up his mind I had his shirt off and was working on his belt. No objection so I dropped his pants and underpants together saying only, “Please step out of your pants.”
In one motion I stood, stripped and pulled Rick into a full frontal embrace. Always the sassy one, Fran said, “Let’s hang a flag from that.”
Yes, Rick had a glorious boner. If all goes well I will have it my mouth before Rick even thinks about going home. And after that, I will make him want to stay and we will fuck the night away. I will be so happy. Whoa Z, don’t get too far ahead. Slow down. Take it easy. (But I want to fuck.) My sane half said s-l-o-w down. Give him dinner and let him decide. (But... ) Z, its dinner time. One easy step. (But) Oh hell, easy steps.
I announced dinner and headed for the crockpot. I said to Rick, “Mostly it’s just Fran and me for dinner. But with a guest, we all use the floor. Fran got the hint and got three beach towels laying them on the floor like spokes on a wheel.
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