Whitechapel - Sex Stories

Whitechapel

... about Mary. Mary, who was the prettiest girl on Whitechapel Road anyway, and whose hair was always full of curl and whose smile charmed men right in off the streets. There were plenty of men who would relish the thought of being in Mary's bed. Rose could enjoy it too, for whatever it was worth. She glanced over and saw their paying customer stroking himself with furious motions. This was meant to be a little show to get him going before one (or both) of them would help him finish, but it didn't look like he was going to make it that far. Intrigued, Rose tried an experiment: She put a hand on the spot where Mary's cleavage gathered and squeezed. This produced a not-unpleasant thrill for her and an almost spasmodic performance from the man in the chair. When Mary did the same thing to her he looked like he might faint. The two women continued to fondle each other this way, and Rose leaned in to kiss Mary underneath the chin and along the neck. The younger woman let out a perfumed sigh and reclined a bit, offering easier access to her body. Rose bit her lip. How far were they willing to take this, she wondered? Mary answered by pulling her dress half off, exposing her breasts. Crooking a finger, she beckoned Rose in. They were strangely cool against her lips, to match their milky complexion. Mary ran her fingers through Rose’s hair and cooed a little. Rose paused, uncertain quite what to do; after all, they only had to make it look good for the customer. No need to buy the ...

... whole bag. Still, why not? She licked one nipple and Mary feigned surprise. “Oh, you naughty thing,” she said, but then reclined, pushing them forward. Rose closed her mouth completely over one and nibbled before sucking. She had never quite understood men’s fixation on breasts and was actually relieved that street customers were interested in only one thing and didn’t bother with the rest, but she admitted now that there was something base and appealing about it. The wet sound her lips made, the theatrical gasp that Mary supplied, and the flush that spread over her white Irish skin were tawdry but gratifying. Mary put her hands on Rose, ALL over Rose, ending by cupping her bum in both hands and squeezing. At first she was confused as to how to react, but then she noticed the looks Mary was giving the customer. Rose saw the man was rapt, to the point that he’d even almost stopped masturbating himself. Taking her cue, Rose winked at him and even blew him a small kiss. He almost looked embarrassed. Rose felt a small rush. She’d thought since she wasn’t as pretty as Mary that she couldn’t do things like that and get what she wanted, but it worked. I’m in charge of this, she realized. I thought he was because he’s paying the money, but really it’s me--it’s us. She turned her attention back to Mary, hiking up her skirts so that the customer could see Mary’s fingers splayed across her backside. Rose pulled her own dress down and drew Mary’s face in. Mary pretended to resist and Rose ...