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Fresh Off The Bus.

I first met Sarah at a coffeehouse near my condo. I was looking for a roommate because I’d lost my most recent sugar daddy. When I first met her, I didn’t know if it would be a good fit. I’m a city girl and she was obviously fresh-off-the-bus coming from a small southern town. Initially, she seemed sweet and innocent and I figured that she would have a problem living with a stripper and sometimes escort for the right guys, at the right price. So, I decided to be completely blunt with her and to my surprise, she laughed like it was the best thing she’d heard all day.

The more we talked, the more I realized that even though we came from different backgrounds, we had a lot in common. I had the impression that she was an innocent, virginal girl and as it turns out, she was as much of a horny slut as me. We both were daddy’s little girl, but in different ways. I knew that my step-dad had a thing for me and I used it to my advantage to meet other older men that were wealthier, but Sarah did things a little different. Instead of doing daddy, Sarah did his best friend.

So, we became roomies and got to know even more about each other’s kinky side. In her everyday life, Sarah was really organized and seemed to always be in control of things. She was a great student, but sometimes I think that had more to do with the outrageous things she’d do to get the grades she wanted. She told me that one time, she’d even given the professor a blow-job under his desk during class. Can you believe it? I wasn’t so sure, but she had the grades to back it and she never seemed to have to study much.

Then one night, over a large garbage pizza and a couple of bottles of wine, we started talking about some of our deepest sexual desires. So, there we were on the floor in the living room dressed all comfy-cozy. I was wearing my hot pink, fuzzy jammie pants and an old t-shirt and she was in this cute, little pink nightie with matching satin panties. I admitted to her that I loved to tease men and had been doing it since I was a teenager and that I secretly loved to get in my backdoor. Sarah admitted to me that she’d never, yet, been with another woman, but she secretly wanted to be forced into a threesome. Actually, as it turns out, one of Sarah’s biggest turn-ons was to play the victim and be forced, in general. That got me thinking, well, not that night, but the next day.

The next day, I got to thinking about this regular at the club. He was a handsome, wealthy guy, but he had a thing about being rough with girls, especially girls that weren’t ‘into’ him. It was like a turn-on for him to ‘force’ girls to dance for him that weren’t interested and I’d heard from a few of the girls that he’d offered big money if they’d setup some sort of rape for him. Since both of us were low on cash and rent was coming due soon, I figured I’d see how much this guy was willing to pay for the privilege of forcing Sarah to be with the two of us. Of course, I couldn’t say anything to Sarah because then it wouldn’t really be authentic. As long as he was willing to pay enough, I figured it would fulfill his fantasy, her secret desire, and at the least, pay our rent that month.

When I stepped off the greyhound bus, I had no idea of where I was heading or how I would support myself. Running away from my small Kansas town and out of an a engagement with a man I no longer loved was terrifying. Still, I knew I needed to see the world and break out of my squeaky clean mold.

I sat down at a local diner and ordered a cup of coffee. The crowd was dressed for party night and I was blown away. OMG, the clothing the girls wore. It barely covered their breasts. One woman had on a skirt so short that you could glimpse her waxed coochie. Call me a prude but I couldn’t imagine showing off my body that way.

My body is good and filled out in all the right places but I was raised to show modesty and be ladylike. And OMG, I can’t imagine another woman seeing my crotch and waxing away my pubes!!!

Suddenly the door opened and I saw the wildest girl I had ever seen in my life. She looked like a model. She was dressed in designer duds and fuck-me heels. She was like royalty and all of the men were gasping like goldfish. Every eye was on her, including mine. She smiled a great big Colgate smile, flashing pearly whites as she sashayed throughout the diner, heading my way.  She stopped directly in front of me. I couldn’t even breathe. “Girl, what cornfield did you crawl out of?” she drawled in a silky honey voice. “I’m from Kansas” I whispered, praying she wouldn’t laugh at me. “Move over, ” she crawled into my booth, looking me over.  “I know who you are, because I was once you.” she stated, noting my shabby clothing, unkempt hair, and lack of make-up. “I want to help you. Please come home with me.”

So, that’s how I met Cherry, the sexy goddess and high class stripper. She created me, molded me, made me blossom as she worked magic with my hair and make-up. She even bought me some clothes, the kind that accentuated every curve, making me feel like a hot commodity. A few days later, the sweet hayseed Sara disappeared and the much desired woman Sarah emerged. Unlike shy Sara, the new Sarah was a wonton sexual fireball.  Cherry delighted in teaching me new sexual tricks and how to please a man and make him empty his wallet to be with me. Yes, Cherry became my pimp. Hey, a girl has to pay room & board somehow. I began to see men in a new light. Not as a head of household, but as a HEAD with dollars…lots of them.  I was a very good student.

We work together now. Our strip shows are famous. We often make money by doing parties afterward. I love tasting her sweet pussy while men look on, jerking their cocks for us. And guess what, she isn’t high class at all. She is a white trash whore. I was just so naive that I thought she was some high class queen. I love my Cherry so much. I don’t mind if she makes me service men for money after work.  Let us share some of our wild and kinky tales with you.

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