"Damn, that's a wild fuck! Ummmm, swing it, milk it, honey, aaaaaah… mmmmmmm! Shit, that was good!"
Like plugging your dick into an electric socket, Carl thought with a long sigh as he climbed off the madly moaning brunette. Lisa was still coming, crushing Gloria's mouth to her cunt as she rolled her over on her back, so that she sat on Gloria's face, swinging her pussy furiously to Gloria's mouth. The brunette moaned loudly in her throat, her hands groping everywhere, squeezing Lisa's heaving damp tits, nabbing her ass in a frenzy. Her face was smeared with gushing cunt-juice.
A minute later, Lisa stood up, panting and wild-eyed.
"Jesus, can she eat it!" the swinger exclaimed. "Honey," she told Gloria, "you act like you haven't had it for about ten years, and you're just making up for lost time. Man, what a hot, beautiful animal!"
Glassy-eyed and dazed with the sudden onslaught of flesh and thrills, Gloria could only heave and moan. After a few minutes, she sat up, trembling.
"I've got to get going," she said weakly. "I've got to get home."
Lisa handed her a martini.
"Rest up a while longer, Sweetheart," she said. "Drink this, and you'll feel better. I've got a going away present for you, Gloria. You'll love it."
"No more whipping!" the brunette said firmly. "My ass is raw already. And no dirty tricks!"
Lisa smiled at her in a mocking, sultry way, stroking one of Gloria's perspiring tits.
"No more whipping, honey. But you'll learn to love it eventually, and then you'll get the chances to start dishing it out. You'll see."
Sipping her martini, Gloria wondered if she could trust the wild, unpredictable swinger one more time. The three of them sat around, naked, chatting for a few minutes. Lisa related some of her more bizarre experiences and quirks of her steady customers. An idea sparked in the back of Gloria's mind, a strange, exciting idea. She began to question the couple casually, using psychology, pretending awe and admiration as she asked.
How did they go about meeting their lady customers? Were they all pickups? Which hotels and bars offered the best prospects? How could they tell switch-hitters from straight girls and women?
"Hell, you can't all the time," Carl told her proudly. "The trick is to convert them, turn them on to the whip, usually by degrees. Sometimes all at once."
He grinned.
"Like you."
"You mean I look like I'm hot for women, as well as men?" Gloria asked innocently.
"Not at all," Lisa chuckled, sitting beside Gloria on the carpet and caressing her damp thighs.
"It's mostly a matter of observation at first, watching facial expressions, looking for that hidden signal of sex frustration. Then after a while it becomes instinct. Instinct and sheer nerve, because you'll miss once in awhile, but you can't let it shake your confidence."
"She's picking up on our modus operandi," Carl told Lisa with a grin. "Smart bitch. Tell you what, Gloria. We both dig you, strictly for pleasure. You couldn't afford our services anyway. Let's just say you're good therapy for Lisa."
"How much do you usually charge?" Gloria asked quickly.
When he told her, Gloria's eyes widened.
"In your case, it's all free, of course," Carl told her. "But we'd like to see you again, honey. How about dropping in for a session now and then, like every week or so?"
Lisa snaked her tongue in Gloria ear and stroked her swollen, creamy tits.
"And bring your girlfriend, too," she added softly. "I'll bet she's an angel."
Gloria's face flushed.
"How did you know I had a girlfriend?" she asked curiously.
Laughing, Lisa's eyes smoldered hungrily on her. "That's easy. One, you bought a whip. You're definitely not the type to use it on a man, although you obviously dig having it used on you. My guess was you're out to train a girl, probably young and cute. When I pulled up your skirt in the ladies' room of that bar, you looked like you were about to faint with sheer happiness. Now, any woman who would let a woman eat her pussy in a toilet cubicle under those risky circumstances is either crazy or she's been eaten out by a girl before, and she loves it. I don't think you're that crazy, although you're wild enough when you get heated."
"When…?"
"And," Carl interjected, "you started burrowing your mouth into Lisa's cunt, you looked like a starved tigress who just escaped from a zoo. You've done it before, and it shows, baby."
"You're like me, darling," the naked sexy swinger beside her whispered, softly squeezing Gloria's lush tits. "You dig them both, cocks and pussies. And heavy surprises, too, right?"
Gloria finished her drink, still not satisfied with their answers. Her mind coolly absorbed and sorted out all their information.
"I'll make a deal with you," she told them. "Give me a straight, simple answer and I'll come back to see you. Just tell me this. What do you look for in men and women when you're out hunting customers?"
"Thinking of going into business for yourself?" Carl asked softly. If only Lisa weren't so Goddamned jealous and such a prima donna bitch-Goddess he thought. It showed in her dangerous eyes now. The brunette was for pleasure only, not business.
"Just curious about sex," Gloria replied. "That's all."
"Bullshit!" Lisa snorted. "But it's okay, honey. There's more than enough business around for all of us. Just don't work our territory, dig? Tell her, Carl."
"Then are only two things to watch for," Carl said, as if lecturing a classroom of eager students. "In men, look for hunger. The eyes are the giveaway, direct stares or sideways glances. In women, watch for guilt. Unless they think they're Wonder Woman, women won't look at you with hunger. Remember, if they reek with guilt, they're searching for punishment. Give it to them along with a few hot thrills and you've got them hook, line and sinker."
Gloria nodded eagerly. Now she understood, and this was practical street knowledge, not idiotic book theory.
"And always dress like a lady in public and like a whore at home," Lisa added. "Never eat a customer's cunt until you've forced her to eat yours first, except for some fast, hot teasing; like the ladies' room. That's simple priming. Always get the upper hand with a woman at once. From the very start, refuse to take any shit from her or you'll have trouble later on. Most of my customers are absolute bitches at home, but they're timid little puppies around me. Most of them are spoiled brats who never got spanked enough when they were kids, so they come to me for delayed obedience training. And they pay for it handsomely."
Lisa paused to finish her martini, while the woman listened in utter fascination. This was a priceless education she'd never find in a thousand books.
"With young girls, reverse the process," Lisa resumed, rubbing her palm lasciviously over Gloria's soaked cunt, making her shiver with excitement.
"Sweetness, affection, sympathy at first, then when they're trapped. Dominate them completely. Finger fuck them for breakfast, eat them for lunch, and fuck them for dinner. They'll love you forever, and they'll get other girls for you."
"Once you've got them hooked, whip the hell out of their darling asses occasionally to keep them in line. If they ever get sulky or petulant when you give them an order, get your lash out and give it to them at once, without a single word of argument. Then fuck them until they scream for mercy. Then send them out for male customers."
"What do you mean, fuck them?" Gloria asked, intensely curious. "Masturbate them!"
Lisa laughed, squeezing her palm hard against Gloria's throbbing cunt.
"You'll see, darling," Lisa said. "You'll see. And with men, always start out with a hot blowjob. Always tell them they have beautiful big cocks, even if it's the size of your little finger. When they fuck you, act as though you're dying of pure happiness, as if you can't stop coming, even if they bore you to sleep. That's how they keep coming back steady. Of course, a lot of men will get you off and you won't have to put on an act. For those men that like the whip, well, they'll ask you for it without bashfulness, believe me. Now, are you ready for one last fling, darling?"