CATHLEEN (diary of a lesbian hooker of the 1930s). - Sex Stories

CATHLEEN (diary of a lesbian hooker of the 1930s).

... Hotel, another mob hangout. I have to say here that these guys were ok with me. They never tried anything or if they tried, they stopped when I said stop. They wanted a good time and wanted to watch. I could trust Harry because I kept his secret. He played on both teams and, even though it was accepted for women, it wasn’t for men. It was more common than one would think but it had to be kept quiet. I had seen Harry in certain “situations” and kept quiet about it. “Showtime” was a lesbian show. Usually one of the girls of the group joined me or else they would get another hooker from somewhere. I preferred if I knew the girl. Some were not so clean, if you know what I mean. Some were not lesbo but pretended. I preferred it when they were lesbo like me. When we got to the room, there were four guys in their 40s and one girl. I had seen her before in the hotel with another group but I never had a fuck with her. Harry told me her name was Diane. One guy was a local mob lieutenant and the others came from out of town. “Hey baby…come here baby…”, one of the guys said as I walked towards them “Hey …you like her ? Hey ? You like our Diane ?”, another one asked Diane was blonde and thin. She looked a bit undernourished but she was pretty enough. She pretended to be a little shy but it was to get the guys even hotter. “Yes I like her. I think she’s cute”, I said rolling my hips as I walked by her and into the bathroom. A few minutes later I walked out only in bra and panties. Diane ...

... knew the drill. She was still dressed in a blouse and medium-length skirt. She kicked off her shoes when she saw me. I did also. “Oh yes…they’re looking at each other…sizing each other up”, yelled one of the guys I walked towards Diane and put my finger under her chin and lifted it. I walked around her and pinched her ass. She slapped my hand away. That was the game the guys had chosen. “Maybe she doesn’t like redheads…”, said someone I pulled Diane to me by the collar of her blouse and kissed her on the mouth. “You better watch it Diane….she smells pussy…she wants pussy”, said another Diane was into this. They must have paid her well. She pushed me away and gave me a soft slap in the face. The guys went crazy. One got up and gently pushed me towards Diane. Harry told him not to touch me again. He apologized. Diane had gotten me excited. The guys wanted us to fight. I took a handful of Diane’s blouse and ripped it open, the buttons flying all over the floor. I unhooked my bra and jumped her. We rolled on the carpeted floor. I put two fingers in the middle of her bra and snapped it off. We pretended to pull each other’s hair as we rolled around tit to tit. I kissed her hard and drove my tongue deep inside her mouth as I tried to pull off her panties. I managed to get them down to the middle of her thighs. She rolled away from me and pulled them off completely as they were hampering her movements. I took the opportunity to slip off mine. The men hollered as we tangled on the ...