C Holliday - Her animal act

"He does what Pico says, and he only understands Spanish."

"I'll learn Spanish as fast as I can. I'll feel Jose out."

"It can't hurt, that's for sure. Come on. We'd better get cleaned up and go back before Pico comes after us. We want him to think we've given up hope and are trying to make the best of it."

"I guess it's the only way, for now," Paula said resignedly, her mind already turning over what she'd say to Jose once she could speak enough Spanish to talk to him.

The men were sitting at a table with Pico when Ruth and Paula, both of them forcing smiles, came down the stairs.

"They're so old," Paula said out of the corner of her mouth as she and her mother approached the table.

Ruth took her hand and squeezed it. The two men were old, one of them bald and skinny, the other fat and round-faced, with his gray hair clipped in a stiff crewcut. Now that she saw the men who were to be their first customers, Ruth knew she'd never be able to go through with it. She glanced at the table. The door was clear across the room. No one was near it. "The door," Ruth whispered. "Let's try for it."

"Now?"

"Right now. Run!"

Their heels clicked rapid-fire as Ruth and Paula raced past the table and ran for the door. They could hear Pico laughing uproariously even as they approached it. Then, standing before the door, they realized why Pico was laughing and no one was trying to stop them. They couldn't open the door. There was no knob on the inside – just a hole for a key. All that was required for freedom was the twist of a key, then a push on the door. Ruth and Paula pounded and pushed futilely on the heavy door. Finally they gave up, looked at each other, then went defeatedly to the waiting men.

"You can't get out without these," Pico said, holding up his keys to taunt them… "And you have the only set, I suppose," Ruth said tiredly.

"Not at all, rubia. Everyone who needs keys has them."

"But none of the girls."

Pico grinned. "You're a smart one, rubia. You catch on very quickly. Now, I'm going over there and watch while Rosa shows you how to turn hesitant men into eager customers. Learn well the art of seduction, my fair ones."

For over an hour Ruth and Paula took instructions from Rosa. They approached the evil-looking men, both of whom were around sixty, time and again learning how to smile and slink up to them, caressing them, running their tongues in their ears and fondling their cocks. By the time Rosa called a halt to the preliminaries, Ruth's face mirrored the shame and humiliation seething within her.

It was different for Paula. The skinny bald man had been assigned to her, and at the first touch of her trembling hand his cock had jumped to life. Fondling it through his trousers aroused her slightly, because sex was so new to her. He was soon handling her in return, feeling her tits and putting his hand under her dress. She tried very hard not to respond.

But it was a losing battle. After the second drink Paula's mind was fuzzy and the butterflies were swarming in her stomach. Then the man took his hard cock out and put her hand on it flesh to flesh. It felt nice and hot when she gripped it, and when he pushed her head down she could dimly hear Pico laughing as she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it.

Something in her snapped. Moaning with lust, she bobbed her head willingly up and down in the squirming man's lap, taking the head of his weeping cock deep into her mouth as her cheeks hollowed in harsh suction. A hand gripped her blonde hair, pulling her mouth from the stiff rod with a lewd slurp.

Wagging her finger in front of Paula's face, Rosa scolded, "Never here, little cocksucker. Always make them pay first, then take them to a room… understand?"

Licking her lips, knowing it was crazy but wanting to suck the dick off anyway, Paula nodded.

Turning to Pico, Rosa asked, "How much for their services? They have learned enough teasing for now."

"No fee for these gentlemen this time. They are doing me a favor. Get on with it."

"Come," Rosa said.

Ruth, reeling with shame, and Paula, moving as if hypnotized, held the men's hands and followed Rosa up the stairs and down the hall to a room containing two beds. Pico was the last one in. He stood just inside the doorway, not bothering to shut the door.

"Please," Ruth begged. "Don't make us do it in the same room. Have you no decency at all?"

"In the same room," Rosa sighed. "How else can I instruct you both?"

"They are mother and daughter," Pico explained to the men.

The fat one finally began to get an erection. "Make them love each other first."

Pico grinned. "It might prove interesting, at that."

Paula blinked at her mother.

"No," Ruth pleaded. "Not that!"

"You'll do as I say!" Pico barked. "Yes… I think I'd like to see them together. Strip! Both of you!"

As Paula blushed and took off her clothes, Ruth stood numb and shivering, tears trickling down her cheeks. She was soon as naked as Paula though, because Pico had both the men help her off with her clothing. Ruth sobbed silently as the four eager hands tugged at her clothes and fondled her body.

"Put her on that bed," Pico said, and Ruth felt herself being lifted and placed in the center of the bed. "She's very beautiful, isn't she? Lie on top of your mother, little one. Show her you love her. Kiss away her tears."

When Paula hesitated, standing beside the bed and looking down into her mother's tear-streaked face, Pico blew the ashes off his cigar and held the hot end near her buttock. She jerked away before the fire touched her and, knowing he would burn her if she didn't act quickly, got onto the bed.

"I feel awful about this," Paula whispered, getting on top of her mother, letting their bodies contact, tits to tits and belly to belly, holding her pubic mound just above Ruth's.

"Spread your legs, rubia. Take your daughter between them and put your arms around her."

"I'm sorry, Mother," Paula whispered, her cunt making contact with Ruth's as she fitted between her opening thighs. When Ruth's arms went about her and hugged her maternally, Paula said, "I love you. I don't want to do this. I love you so much!"

Ruth shut her eyes and sobbed, patting Paula's back.

Then, her own eyes misting over, Paula began kissing away her mother's tears.

"Her mouth now, little one. Kiss her like you were a man."

Feeling sorrow for her mother, Paula brought her mouth to Ruth's, pressing their lips firmly together. A hand moved between their throats; fingers pulled at their chins. Paula did as she knew Pico would demand anyway. Expecting to feel revulsion, she thrust her tongue into her mother's mouth. But there was no revulsion. Ruth's mouth was sweet and warm, very pleasant to kiss even though she wasn't kissing back.

Hands covered her asscheeks, pushing down, rocking her pussy against Ruth's.

"You get the idea, little one? Do it. Hunch while you kiss."

She did as she was told, and the constant rubbing of cunt against cunt grew very enjoyable. It was terribly wrong, Paula knew, because they were both women and also mother and daughter, but she couldn't make those wonderful butterflies in her stomach believe it. They responded only to the physical sensations, ignoring her mental pleas and multiplying at an unbelievable rate.

Then hands were grasping Paula's ankles, tugging at them, urging her mouth from Ruth's, pulling her down until her face was lying between her mother's large breasts. It wasn't necessary for Pico to order her this time. Paula palmed the side of those warm tits and pulled both nipples close together. Kissing and sucking instinctively, she moved from one to the other. Soon Ruth's pink buds grew hard to her lips and tongue. "Mother… oh, Mother!"

With a mournful groan, Ruth shut her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip.