Fifi & Laverne, Prostitution & Sex

By Charlie B.

Fifi and Laverne are upper class prostitutes working in the 50's , the Era of the sweater girls. To them, sex is not a chore, it's an adventure, Adventures certainly come their way in large doses. One of a new breed of recent writes that pulls no punches.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie B.
• Release date: Apr 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463420706

Charlie B.

Well my name is Charlie B but you already know that. I live in the UK, Bromley, Kent, any GR peeps close by, friend me by all means. I write hot steamy stories. Why, well because if it turns me on I hope it will do the same for you, guy or girl! For those of you that might be interested my web site address is www.dollhouse-books.com. all of my books are individually listed there along with synopsis and other interesting articles. you can also sign up to my new releases newsletter and receive a free short story Commecial finished, please read on! I write a lot, a book a month sometimes even more and I like to do something different every time. Sometimes the sexy scenes are part of the story and other times the story is the vehicle for the sex scenes but one thing is always present in my stories, Sex! Most of my stories feature women as the lead characters, I liker strong women, women who know what they want and go get it. They want men who can satisfy them in every way, who can excite and give then totally fulfilling sex. Women today have found their freedom, they want books that excite and arouse, they want a hot read that will give them a thrill and why not. Ah, but I hear you guys saying , 'what about us? Well I know what guys like, after all I am one. Fresh young women, cheerleaders, raunchy college girls that are naughty rather than nice. Older women that bend the rules, blur the lines because they are hell bent on satisfaction and they will do their devious best to get it. In actual fact, although there's a possible division in what I write, I think men and women will enjoy most of my books as many sit in the middle road.

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FIFI AND LAVERNE

PROSTITUTION AND SEX

SMASHWORDS EDITION

by

CHARLIE B

CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1: LAVERNE’S TREAT

CHAPTER 2: Two in one DAY

CHAPTER 3: A SURPRISING DAY

CHAPTER 4: SHOPPING, THEN SURPRISES

CHAPTER 5: WHAT A DAY

CHAPTER 6: THE PRIEST CALLS.

CHAPTER 7: RUFUS

CHAPTER 8: RUFUS COMES CALLING

CHAPTER 9: Hard at it

CHAPTER 10: PAYING OUR DUES

CHAPTER 11: BIT OF EVERYTHING

CHAPTER 12: A SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT

CHAPTER 13: THE PARTY

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CHAPTER 1: LAVERNE’S TREAT

Men want sex but can’t always get it, but as a woman I can get it whenever I want, and I want it a lot.

My name is Fifi Labelle. I’m just under six-foot-tall, taller still in heels, and men worship me and my sensual body. You wonder why?

Picture me with long blonde hair, a face that conveys a mixture of beauty and wanton sedu-0ction. My tits are big and slightly pendulous with long nipples and big aureole. My body? curvaceous with a narrow waist, especially when I wear a girdle to emphasize my shape, and full hips, My arse, fleshy and curvaceous. My legs? long. My pussy has only a sprinkling of fuzz, trimmed and pouting, but, if you want a piece of me, you must pay. If you want my body, you must pay. If you want to fuck me, you must pay, and you will pay me well, because I like my luxuries in life. I might crave cock, but I’m not cheap. I’m a high-class tart and I give value for money.

It’s Coronation year 1952, we have a new Queen. We’re long done with rationing and that’s just to set the current scene. I’m not one to care about the outside world, I’m only interested in sex, and I don’t care which gender it’s with. My live-in maid, Laverne, is only too happy to suck on my twat, or to fuck me with one of our big dildo’s, not that I’m adverse to giving it back to her. I love to hear her scream for more, it makes me excited.

She’s shorter than me, a hot redhead. Bubbly and blessed with nearly as big a hunger for sex as me, for hot, lascivious sex. Cock or cunt, it’s no different to her, she lives for both. Her tits are a little smaller than mine, but being just eighteen, she has the most desirable, puffy nipples. How I love to draw those firm cones into my mouth, to suck on them until she comes hard, then screams for more.

My clientele is upmarket, it has to be because only men of good position can afford my fees. If they are married, I don’t care. They are the ones who must live with their infidelities, not me. I am just the means for them to get their thrills, though I do demand discretion.

Today, I’m waiting for a high up Minister in Government. He’s a strange one, his preference is for me to be fully clothed while working off his dick. He’s an edging freak, likes to be taken to the very brink of an orgasm time after time and then be made to calm down again before being taken back to near ejaculation once more.

So, I’m waiting, my mouth glossed red, my big breasts in their straining, fashionable bullet bra, covered by a thin, tight sweater. Holes are cut in the tips of the cups for my nipples to poke through. A tight, ass-hugging white skirt and nylons with a suspender belt complete my wardrobe Knickers? Oh no, I never wear them. I like my snatch to be available, unless I’m wearing some with the gusset missing.

I suppose you’re wondering just what I get out of sucking off a man’s dick. Well, money for a start, lots of it. Second, the thrill of seeing a man’s creamy come spurt free. That’s an amazing sight; jet after jet of sperm flying into the air before splashing back down, either onto my face or my naked breasts. I love to oil cocks up, love to see those big, shiny cockheads ready to shoot off, to know that I’m in control of them, to hear their owner’s loud cries begging me to suck until I tease out their pent up jism. I so love to tease.

Laverne knocks on the door. You client is here Ma’am.

Ah good, let him in. I’m ready, I sigh, thrusting out my tits under my sweater, pinching my nipples up hard and pulling up my skirt to show off my pale thighs above my stocking tops. The man enters. He’s not a very imposing figure, I guess he looks taller on the television. He smiles, his eyes taking in my impressive jutting tits, my racy pose as I turn to face him. He smiles broadly, and I return the greeting, no names mentioned on my part.

Ready for me then, I ask him. If you could give the envelope to Laverne please."

He does so, his eyes dropping to her breasts, her maids outfit showing off her bulging cleavage beautifully. She curtsies, then leaves.

Right, get your trousers off then. Haven’t got all day you know, I urge him. He throws his jacket aside and then undoes his pants, sits down on a chair as he carefully folds them. His prick is already tenting his boxers in anticipation of the thrills to come; not the biggest, just some six inches long I recall. Readying the bottle of lube, I pause, grope up one of my prominent breasts, then lift it towards him. You like these?

His eyes jump to my tit, his cock seeming to grow harder, pushing at his underwear.

Of course I do. You have amazing breasts Fifi, he answers, staring hard at my cupping hand as I lift my one up for him to ogle.

You may feel them up. Come over here; see how firm they are, I urge him. It’ll help to get his prick really hard. He steps forward, his hands wrapping tight around my breasts, squeezing the covered-up flesh, so that my nipples grow even more excited, to indent the thin material of my tight sweater.

I close my hand around his dick in return, pleased that his excited flesh is growing harder, my hands skimming along his length of horny dick, through his briefs. I cup his balls as his hard-on grows. There’s no better feeling than to take a man’s flaccid dick, and to then make it grow into a hard, throbbing cudgel. Of course, sucking a dick is the most exciting act apart from penetration, feeling the flesh grow until it fills my mouth is an incredible act, but the man has not paid me enough for that to happen.

I grasp his underwear, yank it right down, his rigid dick springing free. It’s hard now, thick and pointing up at me. I pour some of the lube into my hand and then begin to work it into his stiff length, all the while enjoying his hands moulding my breasts. I do like my big jugs to be well groped up.

Squeeze them hard, come on. Really work on my tits, I order him, and he goes crazy, twisting my big nipples as I bring his cock up to a full-on erection.

Ok, that’s enough, now go lay down, I’ll be there in a minute, I tell him. He waddles over to the raised mattress, his hard rod jiggling all around before him and then climbs up upon it.

With the lube in hand I am soon seated between his legs, his hard prick just inches from my face. Taking his rod in hand I pour a globule of lube over its length, then begin to work it into the skin of his straining prick. The man’s moans increase as I stroke his cock into a good, firm, erection, his hard cockhead bulging, expanding to gleam with the oil. My slippery hands work all over his throbbing dick so as to help it stay up hard.

I can hear Laverne grunting behind us, and I don’t doubt that she is frigging herself