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Mommy’s Man-Whore (MFM Mmf Trois)

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A continuation of “Image Erector,” a couple-few years later.

Brad Lee (M Stage Name)

We were just barely getting started, when I looked up, and pulled out. “Oh, shit,” I said, but the wife stuck her tongue out, while her husband held the camera.

“All ready?”

“No,” I pointed, and the door shut, loud enough to hear it. “Do you 2 have a daughter?” My hardon went away, anyway, so I grabbed my pants, while she pulled on a robe.

“I better go talk to her.” I dropped the unused rubber in the trash can, and tucked them in, before zipping up.

“I better go.” Her husband put the camera down, and grabbed my shirt.

“Yeah,” he had his wallet. “Here’s your money, you can come back later, to finish the job, after this all blows over.” He laughed, and shook his head, “No pun intended.”

“Thanks,” I tucked the bills in my pocket, and grabbed my jacket. His wife was in the hall, knocking quietly when I came out.

“May,” she didn’t yell through the door, but tried the knob. “Let me in, we need to talk.” I just let myself out, and lit up. Fishing my keys out, and hitting the button to unlock the car. It beeped, and the headlights flashed, then the daughter came out around the corner, and ran up to the passenger side.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” She got in quick, so I opened my door.

“Uh, could you give me a ride to my boyfriend’s house?”

“Sure,” I got in, and drove off quick, before her father came out. “Uh, how old are you?”

“Nineteen, I know that’s a little too old to be stuck at home, but I’m saving up.”

“Uh huh,” I got to the end of the parking lot. “Which way?”

“Head for the hills, take Carlos Rael over to Alameda.” She got a phone out, and started texting.

I didn’t know whether to believe her or not, when it came to her age, but she was half Korean, and her father was African American, so that was at least part of it. She looked a lot younger, and the way she added the part about being too old to still live at home struck me as a little suspicious, since I didn’t ask.

“Huh!” She set her phone down in her lap. “Don’t worry, I know what mom, and dad are like, even though they try to hide it. I’m not stupid, you know. Where’d you guys meet, online?”

“No, at a party.”

“Well, that doesn’t narrow it down, they go to lots of parties, so how long ago?”

“Well, this was more of a wedding shower,” I was working, as a stripper, and I had some idea what her mom was like. At least, but she got my number, and my email. Her husband, I don’t know.

Look, I haven’t done a lot of this, kind of work. I mean, I try not to think of myself as like a whore, I’m a dancer, but this wasn’t the first time I’d worked with a couple, and I just don’t get why a guy would want to watch his wife suck another man off. At least he fucked her at the same time, instead of watching from across the room, or even worse, through the window, but I didn’t think that the camera would bother me so much, when it never had before.

“Hang a right up here, at the light.”

“Okay,” I hit the signal, and honestly, she was so quiet, I had forgotten she was here, texting her boyfriend, and getting a dick pick back.

“Uh, you don’t have to wait for the light.”

“Oh, kay. Yeah.” There wasn’t any traffic this late.

“So, you must work out.”

“Yeah, I like to stay fit.” It’s good for business.

“Aunt Karlie’s Wedding?”

“The party? Yeah.”

“It was more like a bachelorette party, huh?”

“Yeah.” I stopped. “It’s a dead end.”

“Just drive across the arroyo, it’s dry right now. What where you doing there? Uncle Steve had his own party, at a strip club, or so I hear.”

“I was working, as a dancer.”

“Oh, you work at the all male nude cabaret? I thought that place was gay.”

“Oh, no. Ha, not at all, I work online. ”

“Turn up here, quick!”

“Uh, shit. Sorry.” I looked back.

“Oh no. My fault, I should have warned you sooner.”

“I’ll just make the block.”

“No, this neighborhood is all circles, and cul de sacs. You better turn around, and go back.”

“So, you’re not bothered by, any of this?”

“Oh no. Of course not, I told you, I know what mom, and dad are like.” She shrugged, and I turned around to look over my shoulder, in reverse. Backed out, and turned to put it in gear, and head back the other way. “Me too, I mean me and my boyfriend. A couple other friends, we don’t really have like. A whole great big circle of swingers yet, but. Stop right here.”

She patted my leg, then squeezed it. “Oh wow. It’s not as hard as it looks, your muscle, I mean. Huh! I never got to feel a big muscle hunk like you.”

“Look, I. Probably shouldn’t do this, and your boyfriend.”

“Oh, don’t worry about him, just honk, and flash the lights.” She pointed out the windshield. “There he is.”

“Oh,” I reached for the gear shifter.

“No, wait. He’ll come down, but I bet he’d like to see you, too. Especially your big.” She reached my lap. “Hard.” Felt around. “Well, as soon as you get it hard again.” She hit the door locks, so he got in the back seat behind her.

“Oh, hey. I didn’t know you’re coming, so I didn’t wait. Who’s this?”

“I’m Brad.” I offered my hand, for the nerdy kid. He couldn’t have been more than 15, if not a freshman, in high school.

“He’s a stripper. Oh.” She looked up, at her face, and grinned. “Sorry, you prefer Exotic Dancer?”

“Yeah, I saw him through the windows?”

“Your parents really should get some curtains, or something.” Those floor-to-ceiling windows, they could have been patio doors if they opened, and you put them together. “Wait, how did you get back up here so quick?”

“No, up there. He’s got a telescope.”

“Oh, you really watch your girlfriend’s parents?”

“Doing it, with other guys, couples, and having wild sex parties all the time.” He snorted, “Of course, why do you think they put those huge windows in their condo?”

“Huh, well. I guess they must be exhibitionist, and voyeurs.” I shrugged.

“You think?” She laughed. “Well, I understand if you don’t want to do it, but I’m horny. So, you mind if we use your back seat?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“I’m not going to blackmail you, but who knows. You might like it enough to get it up.”

“Uh, I just beat off, so. I might need a minute.”

“I don’t care, just get your pants off, and stick it between the seats.”

“Uh, that won’t be necessary.”

“Why not?”

“Well,” I just pulled my shirt up, and unhooked my seatbelt. “See for yourself.” Scooted up, and unlocked the steering wheel, to make room.

“Oh good.” The boyfriend sat back, but pulled his pants down, and scooted over to the door. “Huh, is it big? As big as her dad’s.”

“Well,” I got it out, “See for yourself.” I don’t know why, I wilted when she caught me in her parents room, but now, somehow this was different, and honestly? The weirdest, sexiest thing I’d ever done so far, but I still don’t know why. Maybe it was the situation, and maybe it was her nerdy little boyfriend’s shriveled up uncircumcised.

Look, okay, I satisfied any bicuriosity in college, and found out that if I was drunk enough, I even loosened up enough to enjoy. Some of the things my Fraternity did to make sure they didn’t let any homos in, or at least that’s what they said, but then later. In between the wild sex parties, let’s just say that the initiation didn’t do a whole lot to curb bicuriosity, and straight up bisexual guys exchanging blow jobs when we couldn’t get a date.

It wasn’t all wild sex parties every night, is what I’m saying, and sometimes you struck out, but came home with blue balls, and if you know which guys to go to. They’d give you a drink, and suck you off, so yeah. I guess that prepared me for later in life, when my Masters in Liberal Arts didn’t land me any jobs, and money was tight, but it’s not like male stripping, and occasional prostitution is like.

“Huh!” Yeah, no. It’s exactly like being a whore. Honestly, it’s sexist to have a double standard for guys, and if you took it at face value, then thought about it, as much as I had. Well, do the math, it doesn’t add up. Don’t be a slut, because nobody likes a slut, but be a man. A stud, and don’t be ashamed of all the strangers you hooked up with, as long as it isn’t gay, then do the math.

If women aren’t supposed to be sluts, guys shouldn’t do anything gay, but also get as much lay as they can, to brag about it later, then where do all the nice modest, but not too prudish girls come from? To satisfy all the dressing room stories, while you’re getting ready for a set.

Well, they can’t all have cuckhold husbands that get it up watching their wives suck off a stranger, so they can fuck them, and want to bad enough to pay you to come over. My guess is that girls, younger girls, in high school? Yeah, they don’t want to sound too slutty any more than guys don’t want to sound gay at all, but I tried out for that.

All male, all nude cabaret, and sure enough, it was all gay. Just gay, but not narrow, because we had women come bye, at least as many as the men, and got wild, and crazy. Topless, and that was one big difference right there. In a regular strip club, you better not get handsy, unless you want your arms broken, and tied in a knot by a huge bouncer, but at an all nude cabaret?

Well, prostitution is illegal, so they can’t allow anything like that. On the premesis, you understand, but they don’t have cameras in the back room, and if the girls go wild enough, who’s to stop them?

I just don’t know how, or when exactly, I switched over from wanting to be an artist, then a dancer. Stripper, and then my morals just started slipping slowly down until I finally couldn’t help feeling like a whore.

“Uh, shit. Uh, huh. Fuck, huh!”

“Mh mgn gnh!” She gulped, and rubbed the sensitive tip on the side, with her tongue in between hot gushes of pleasure, and sure I’d come that hard before, but not in a long time, and trying to remember the last time it felt so good, and exciting, and I was sober?

It was my turn. I hadn’t drunk anything all night, for some reason, but then Grant came home, and stopped by my room. He knocked, and told me about his hot date. He struck out, and blamed her for getting upset, but he didn’t say what he said or did wrong to spoil the mood, and I didn’t care.

He was horny, and I hadn’t gotten lucky lately, so I blew him, and he returned the flavor. I guess it was the first time, if I remember, I had sex with a guy, and didn’t have to get drunk first, but I’m not gay. All right, I’m bisexual, and I even fucked this fat dude in the ass, once his wife loosened him up with the dildo, but then I stopped reliving my more shameful acts of sexual history, because her boyfriend got up, and leaned over the seats. In between us, sure enough he got it up, and his girlfriend had her head pillowed on the armrest, to hold it in her mouth.

She didn’t suck him in and out, she just held it, with her cheeks pulled in so much, I could almost see her teeth through it, when I’d just shot a wad, unprotected in there, and looked around to tuck it back in. Dry it off on my underwear, and zip up. Button my pants, and pull my shirt out, before the cop showed up.

“Oh shit, you better.”

The boyfriend pulled his pants up, and sat back, before they got out, but they didn’t even turn on the light bar.

“Just play it cool,” May, or Mai? I don’t know how she spelled it, but she’s half Vietnamese, or Korean? Definitely not Thai, but she kinda looks Thai, or Philipina, unlike her pale mother.
Irregardless, she got her panties up, and pulled her top out before the cops came up, on either side, and shone their flashlights in the back.

I rolled the windows down. “Evening officers.”

“It’s damn near 4 AM, and what are you doing out so late, with these kids?”

“Oh, we’re not kids, we’re just waiting for our foster mom, and dad to get done. You know. They’ll call us when they get done.”

“It’s their anniversary.”

“You got any ID?”

“Yeah,” I got out my license. “You need to see my registration, or insurance?” In the glove box, with half a box of condoms, a bottle of lube, and a ziplock baggy of latex examination gloves, in case I need them. Better safe, than sorry.

“How about you miss?”

“Sorry, no. I wasn’t driving, so I left my purse at home.”

“And you?”

“I’m not driving yet.” I looked back to see. What’s his nuts, I never got his name.

“I’m just the baby sitter.” I never got popped for prostitution before, and now this. This sure didn’t look good, but I tried to remember my acting classes, and realized that they showed you how to act scared, nervous, or angry when you aren’t, but they didn’t prepare you to act natural, when you get caught with a couple of teenagers, and $200.00 dollars of whore money from earlier that night.

“Uh, we can walk from here. Come on.”

“Look, I’m just the baby sitter, and.”

“I’ll walk you up,” his partner offered.

“Oh no, don’t bother. It’s a nice neighborhood, and the last time we have to worry about getting robbed is this early in the morning, with a cop car right there on the street.”

“Have you been drinking?”

“Huh? No, not recently. I mean yeah, I had a couple beers with dinner, but that was hours ago. I’m completely sober.”

“Have you ever taken a breathalyzer before?”

“Yeah.”

He put the tip on the gadget.

“Just hold it in your mouth, and blow until all the lights light up to the top.”

“Mhm!” I just looked down, and watched them. The orange, and yellow ones past my nose, and then the green one flashed, and it beeped.

“You have any priors for drunk driving?”

“No sir.”

“I’ll just run the licence, and plate.” His partner took my ID off the hood, and carried it back to their car.

“0.02.” I nodded, but that’s like a quarter of the legal limit, I know from all the checkpoints they set up, especially on 25. He pulled the plastic tip off, and threw it in the gutter. Took his glove off inside out. “You have any priors, warrants, or anything else I should know about?”

“I think my tickets are all payed up.”

“This your car?”

“Until the lease runs out.”

“Well, as long as it doesn’t come back stolen, and you don’t have any outstanding warrants, we can let you go.”

“Huh!” I relaxed a little.

“Any drugs, or.”

“No, I don’t do drugs, and I wasn’t selling the kids drugs, I don’t even have a joint on me, nor any open containers in the car. If you want to search me fine, but it’s been a long day, and I really don’t have time for you to get the K9 unit out here to go through my car. Do you have any probable cause, did you smell smoke, or see any powder on the dash?”

“He checks out.” His partner came back.

“No, sorry to bother you sir. Have a nice night.”

“Whew!” I just sat down, with my legs out the door, until the pulled up.

“You better close your door, and drive off, before the traffic starts, you’re blocking the street.”

What street? “All right, sir.” Nopal Terrace, it turned out. Just ended in a cul-de sac, but with only one house at the end, like an ovesized driveway. Nice house, with a hill behind it, and a pretty good view out over the city lights. The sky starting to get light as I drove down, and started yawning when the adrenaline wore off. Chamisa took me back to Alameda, and the ford across to get on Aqua Fria, then head out toward Airport.

“Huh!” It had been a long night, and it’s a long drive back down to Rancho. That was a close call, but honestly, the sickest most exciting thing I’d ever done, and while I’d like to tell you that I was scared straight, even I didn’t believe that. I learned something about myself, I’m bisexual, a whore, and I always got a kick out of that, even though I didn’t want to think about it, like that.

Now, I can’t say I’m proud of myself, but at least I didn’t have the doubts, that are bad for business. I have to perform, and I’m glad I got over it, before getting it up, and keeping it up became a problem.

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Mei Lien

“Hey mom.”

“你系边度啊?”

“Uh, slow down, mom.”

“Why you run away?”

“I didn’t run away, I just. Huh, I’m over at Paul’ uh. Paula’s house, I’m gonna ride into school, I just don’t want you to worry.”

“She’s at a friend’s.” She turned away, or took the phone away to tell dad. “Flower?”

“Huh!” I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, mom.”

“We need talk when you get back.”

“I know.”

“After school.”

“I know mom. I know all about you and dad’s, lifestyle, and I’m okay with it. I just never saw it before, because you guys. Sh!”

“Is she there withyou?”

“Can you give me a minute?” I grabbed his hand, and pulled him over to me. Shook my head, and held up the phone, between us. He nodded, and grinned. “Huh, okay, she’s gone. Can we talk now?”

“Sweetheart.” Dad must have took the phone. “I know this must be very confusing for you.”

“Oh, come on, dad. I’m almost 15, and I’ve known for a couple of years. It’s no big deal, you’re swingers, I get it.”

“Well, how did you find out?”

“Well, the first clue was when you bought a case of Durex, and a half gallon bottle of Astroglide for a party. Not exactly normal refreshment, you know.”

“Huh, huhah yeah. I know, I guess. I didn’t know whether you’d think of me, differently, or be so cool about it, but I’m proud of you, sweet pea.”

“We both are, Flower.”

“Huh, don’t call me flower, mom.”

“That’s your name, Lotus Flower.”

“I know what it means, mom. But it’s still, like. I’m not some corsage you got on your prom night, and kept in the fridge until it turns brown. Okay? I know, I’m your little girl, but I’m almost a grown woman now, and.”

“I know. I sorry.”

“Oh, mom.” She never apollogized to me before, about that. “Huh!” I sniffed, and wiped my nose. “I have to go, get ready before the bus comes, but I love you. I love you both so much, but. Snh! Paula should be done in the shower now, and I really need a shower. Now.”

“Okay, love you, bye.” She finally hung up, and Paul snickered.

“Lotus flower. Ow!”

“Don’t you start.”

“I’m sorry, but what’s wrong with. I think it’s sweet.”

“Well, you haven’t been called flower your whole life, so it got old after the first ten thousand times she called me that.”

“Okay, but we got a couple hours before my mom wakes up, to finish what we started?”

“In the car?”

“Yeah,” he checked the door handle, but it was unlocked. Of course, they don’t have to lock their doors, because it’s not really a neighborhood, or part of the neighborhood so much as an unfinished extension they planned, and paved the dirt road before the market dropped, and they just built the house up here, but his contractor dad managed not to lose it.

“Huh!” He was hard, again. So, I shook all that out of my head, and put it down in his lap, once he got his pants down, and sat back down on the seat.

“Uh, you really like it, huh?”

“Mhm?” I sniffed, and breathed through my nose, but didn’t stop sucking to answer.

“Yeah.” He brushed the loose, ish. Curls out of my face, I don’t know, ringlets?

“Huh, well you know I like it too, but. Gosh, he sure had a big one, and you could barely even get half of it in your mouth.”

“Smuip! You know I don’t care about guys, with big dicks. Especially too big like that, I love you. Don’t feel inadequate just because.”

“Oh no. Not at all.” He snorted, “Snerk, I just. Huh, honestly, what’s it like?”

“Sucking dick?”

“Yeah, you don’t think he’s maybe, a little. You know.”

“Bisexual?” I shook my head, than though. “I don’t know, honestly?” I remembered, “He was checking out dad’s, before they.” His eyes got real big when he saw it. To take it all in, I guessed. “Well, you saw everything?”

“Almost everything. What song where they playing, when he was stripping for them?”

“Nothing? They didn’t have any music on at all. Honestly, they tried to keep quiet, like they always do when I’m in the house, but there not really good at it.”

“Huh, I’ve been working out, a little.”

“Oh yeah.” I pushed his shirt up, “I noticed, but. I’m sorry, I didn’t say anything.”

“Well, you like it? My abs, and I’ve been working on my butt too, but not as long.”

“You know, I love your cute little ass, just the way it is, but, Huh, yeah. I like your abs, and. Your chest too.” I felt up his shirt, and a little. Meat on his bones, he’s not as skinny, and bony as he was, that first time I got him to watch my parent’s early Valentines day party, but. I’ve never been with a man before, a real man, and especially not a stripper, who does a little cuckholding on the side, but he made it sound like he’d rather dance in front of a lot of people. Women, like my mom, my dad’s sister, and all their friends, at the wedding shower.

Yeah, right, a real normal wedding shower is stuff like, a blender, a toaster oven, pots, and pans, but not sex toys, and a stripper. “Huh, you think he’d let me try it, next time? If there ever is a next time, but. Huh, he really was big, and hard, and. Huh! Snh, huh!”

I just nodded, and felt it twitch, emptying his balls into my mouth, only without that big spongey knob in there, I didn’t have to gulp it down as quick as it came. I could let it run down between my teeth, and collect it in my cheek, until he finished, and slip it out my lips, tight to milk out the last drops. “Smuip!”

“Don’t swallow.” He felt under my breast, and helped me up. “Come here, and kiss me.”

He opened his mouth, and I got up on his lap, so I could let it roll down my tongue, and he could suck it. “Sliph huh! You like it?”

“Yeah, uh. I’ve been eating it, when I beat off for a while now, and trying to suck it, but it’s not long enough. Yet, but I can give myself a facial.”

“Huh, you want me to find a dick for you to suck?” he nodded, and smiled. “I bet I can find you a big dick to suck. You want a big one?”

“Yeah, and maybe if he was black, and uncircumcised, with a foreskin?”

“Up, buhahuhn!” I kissed him. “Like my dad?”

“Yeah, just like your dad. You don’t think, he’d go for it, if I asked him?”

“No. Don’t even think about it.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Well, no. No way, not going to happen, and even if he did swing that way.”

“He does, you didn’t know that?”

“He does what?”

“He sucks dick all the time, you never saw him, well. I guess not.” I shook my head.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. He doesn’t just take the wives up to his room, when your mom is downstairs getting gangbanged. Sometimes there’s plenty of guys to go around, and he’s sucked off. I don’t know, maybe 3 guys, at once?”

“Wow, I never knew, or had any idea. Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. I thought you knew that all along.”

“No, I. Well, I always tried to watch mom, and what she was doing. They always point the cameras at her, whenever they film it, and I just. Well, I guess I figured that was dad, holding the camera the whole time, but I never saw one where he was. Really, sucking dick?”

“Yeah, and fucking guys too, but I never seen him bend over and take it.”

“Huh!”

“He made this one lady eat out his asshole, though.”

“Ew!”

“So, you wouldn’t want to try, anything like that.”

“Ew no. Gross. You know I like your ass, but not enough to kiss it!”

“Huh, well I love your ass.”

“How much?”

“Enough, to kiss it?”

“Huh! Oh, kay. I guess we can try it. Sometime later, it’s getting light, and we better go get ready for school.”

“Yeah, and you said you need a shower.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever needed a shower so bad in my whole entire life.” But that gave me a chance to think about that.

Paul, my boyfriend, sucking another man’s dick. Too bad, he doesn’t like little boys, but I guess he is growing up. Starting to work out, but where am i going to get a grown man, a black one like my dad, other than his brother? No, I don’t want him sucking off my uncle neither, but it’s not like there’s a whole lot of black people here, in Santa Fe.

Well, now. It’s ski season, so there’s a lot of people here, and maybe some of them are black? I don’t know, do black people even ski? I could ask my dad, but he’s not like a Brother. He eats arugala, and mixes up that citruset that he’s so proud of, when it’s just like a vinagrette with grapefruit juice instead of vinegar.

Maybe I can put it off until summer, and I can find a black guy, who’s gay, and uncircumcised. Yeah, that could put it off for a while, maybe even for years, or maybe we can just drive down to Albuquerque, when we save up enough money to pay for a man-whore, and find out where they hang out, on the street.

“Huh! Yeah.” That would be hot.

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Author

Just in case you’re wondering, yes. Molly is short for Mei Lien, and it’s not just because she hates being called flower. Being basically the only mixed race Asian and African decent girl in town, she neglected to mention that too, knowing full well that lies of omission are still lies.

Because she’s a liar, and an opportunistic Child Molester. So, most of these stories range from complete Fantasies (Like the one she got looking at a Calvin Klein ad, imagining water in the Arroyo, and a gay boy throwing rocks to get pumped up, and masturbating looking at a fictitious billboard.)

To lies, based on a true story, but with the names changed, or left out entirely to protect herself. Likewise every time is her “First Time” so she doesn’t sound like quite as much of a serial sexual predator, and so forth. Also, she’s technically half Cantonese, her mother is Makanese, from Macau. Just FYI.

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