Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2003 09:26:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Sara and the hooker (Authoritarian F/g)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of 
explicit sexual acts between young girl and woman.  The story 
includes urine and scat.  If this type of content offends you or 
you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                        Sara and the hooker
                               By
                              Jan


	Sara grew up in Raleigh, North Carolina in the home of 
over protective parents.  They owned a donut shop on East 
Street. Close to Moore Square.

	She lived an uneventful life. She felt like she was so 
unattractive that no one would ever love her.  Her contact with 
other people was so limited that she was confused about the few 
sexual thoughts that kept popping up in her mind. 

 	Sara had worked for her parents from the time she was a 
child.  At the age of thirty-five, almost all of her time was spent 
working in the donut shop.  Her father came in at 4:00 AM to 
start mixing the dough and cooking the morning donuts.  Sara 
came in time for the morning rush.  The regular customers have 
known her from the time she was just a child.  They gave her a 
polite greeting as they sat down to have their regular donut and 
coffee.  They would sit in the same booth almost every day.  
There was no political correctness in this shop.  The patrons 
smoked their cigarettes while reading their paper and sipping 
their coffee.

	Sara would work until the rush would quite down.  Then 
she was free to shop or take a nap until late in the evening.  
Then she would return to the shop to work until the theater 
crowd thinned out and was replaced by the creatures on the 
night.  From midnight to about 3:00 AM the customers were a 
mix of policemen, pimps, hookers and drug addicts.  They were 
all looking for sugar and coffee.  The policemen kept the peace 
and obeyed an unwritten rule not to bust any of the patrons in 
the shop.  If a patron wanted to snitch on someone they made 
eye contact to let the patrolmen know they wanted to meet 
around the corner.

	Sara hardly even noticed the patrons as she filled coffee 
cups.  Those cups hardly had time to cool off after coming out 
of the washing machine before she had to fill them for new 
customer.  The volume of people coming in for take out coffee 
and a dozen or two of a variety of donuts was enough to keep 
her busy.  During the lulls in the traffic she would make donuts 
to replace the most requested type and frosting them.

	It was a rainy night during which there were not a lot of 
customers, when she noticed a young girl come in.  She was 
dressed in boots, jeans and a black motorcycle jacket that was 
old and worn thin at the elbows.  A heavy studded belt hung 
from the belt loops unbuckled.  Her hair was dark colored and 
long.  It was soaking wet.  The water in her hair took out the 
natural curl.  Her black eye makeup was running down her 
cheeks and her lips were covered in a dark red color.

	Sara thought she was a just another hooker at first.  The 
girl selected a cinnamon roll and asked for a medium coffee.  
As she opened her jacket to retrieve a wallet and a pack of 
cigarettes.  Sara saw that the girl was flat chested.  Reevaluating 
her estimation the girl's age Sara tried to picture her without the 
harsh makeup.  She figured that she could not be more than 
twelve or thirteen.

	The girl placed her things on the counter, picked up the 
wallet and took out a couple of old bills.  She placed them on 
the counter and put the wallet back inside her jacket.  She 
picked up the cigarettes and lighter as she looked around.  Then 
she went to the back of the L shaped row of booths and sat 
down with her back to the wall so that she could see everyone 
coming in.  She pulled an ashtray close to her and shook up a 
cigarette.  She placed the filter on her painted lips and pulled 
the pack away from her face.  Using one hand to put the pack 
back inside her jacket as she used the thumb of her other hand 
to flick her Bic.  She took a deep breath and filled her lungs 
with smoke.

	She looked up as Sara brought her cup of coffee and the 
roll on a plate with a spoon and fork, along with the change.  
She thanked Sara.  And blew the smoke towards the ceiling as 
she took a sip of the hot steaming coffee.

	Sara made a quick trip to the back to retrieve a fresh 
batch of donuts.  She had placed two dozen on a large steel tray 
and quickly dipped them in a variety of chocolate, strawberry, 
lemon frosting and some in sprinkles.  She was putting them in 
the display case when the girl cleared her throat and held up her 
empty cup.

	Sara picked up the coffee urn and came around the back 
of the counter to fill the girl's cup.  She could not take her eyes 
off this obviously young girl that looked like she probably had a 
switchblade knife in her pocket or boot.

	The girl caught her looking at her.  "What the hell are 
you looking at Bitch?"

	Sara was nervous at being caught starring at the girl and 
stammered as she responded with a lame, "Sorry.I did mean 
to be rude."

	The girl looked up at her and said, "Do you like what you 
see?"

	Sara, "Was too scarred to say anything.  She simply 
nodded her head affirmatively.

	The girl said in a harsh tone, "If you want to see it all it 
will cost you!"

	Sara was shocked to think that this child was a hooker.  
She rushed back behind the counter without saying a word.  Her 
heart was racing as she put cups and saucers in the washing 
machine.  The girl sat in the corner and sipped coffee for a quite 
some time.  When the rain stopped she got up and went into the 
bathroom.  She saw what her makeup looked like and washed 
her face.  She didn't bother putting makeup back on.

	When she came out on her way to the front door she 
winked at Sara.  Sara's heart skipped a beat.  The girl had a 
sweet young face.  If it were not for the way she was dressed 
Sara could see her in a church choir robes singing the praise of 
God.  She felt her underpants get damp.

	Sara had never had sex with anyone in her life.  She 
relived her sexual desires by masturbating one or two times a 
week.  Most of her life was as chase as a nun.

	For the next couple of days the girl was hardly out of her 
thoughts.  She was almost a nervous wreck.  She would look up 
every evening when the doorbell announced that someone 
entered.  The third night the girl was back.  Sara could smell the 
leather of her jacket and the lingering aroma of stale cigarette 
smoke.  The girl's hair looked better.  The waves cascaded 
down her back and some hung down the front of the jacket.

	The girl had a cigarette dangling front her mouth as she 
shoved a couple of crumpled bills across the stainless steel 
counter top.  She asked for another cinnamon roll and coffee as 
she strolled back to her booth.  She sipped her coffee slowly 
and picked at her roll.

	When the last customer picked up his news paper and 
wished Sara a good night, Sara picked up the urn of hot coffee 
and came around the counter to fill the girl's cup.

	The girl didn't look up.  Her eyes were fixed on Sara's 
trembling hand, as she poured the coffee.  She looked up at 
Sara's face and saw the longing look in her eyes.  She knew 
that Sara was too shy to say anything.

	The girl reached out and placed her hand on the inside of 
Sara's right leg just above the knee.  Sara froze, too shocked to 
say anything.  The hand ran up the inside of the soft thigh.  Her 
strong little hands kneaded the soft flesh on her way up to the 
old worn underpants.  When the fingers touched the panties she 
felt how slippery the material was.

	Sara did not think she was attractive and did not indulge 
in normal female vanities.  She did not use makeup, pluck her 
eyebrows or shave her limbs or crotch.  As a result her 
eyebrows were unruly.  She even had a trace of hair on her 
upper lip.  The girl found that hair was growing down the inside 
of her legs.  She pushed the elastic leg of the panties aside and 
stuck her finger into the older woman's wet cunt.

	Sara was too shocked to move.  She stood there with her 
knees shaking as the girl masturbated her.  She was so shocked 
and thrilled at the boldness of the girl that she simply submitted 
and climaxed quickly leaving the crotch of her panties and her 
inner thighs streaked with the wetness of her sex.

	The girl looked up at her and gave her a crooked smile as 
she said if you want more it will cost you.  Then she finished 
her coffee and stood up and left Sara standing there with her 
mouth open.  The poor woman could not move until she heard 
the bell ring as a customer came in the front door.

	She rushed around behind the counter to take the 
customers order.  It was an old regular that wanted a glazed 
buttermilk donut and a cup of coffee to go.  He noticed that 
Sara's face was flushed and asked if she was running a fever.

	Sara blushed and assured him that she was all right.  She 
could feel that her panties were still pulled to the left side of her 
crotch.  She retreated to the bathroom and straightened out her 
underwear then washed her face and her thighs to remove some 
of the aroma of her still steaming cunt.  She was a nervous 
wreck by the time her father came in to make the next days 
batch of donuts.  She was so upset that she didn't want to work 
the morning rush.  She went home and masturbated until she 
fell asleep from exhaustion.

	The next night the girl came in and ordered her usual.  
When Sara brought it to her she asked Sara if she wanted a date 
with her.  A very flustered Sara asked how much it would cost?  
The girl said she would give her a special deal.  It would only 
cost fifty bucks.

	As Sara stood there deciding if she could afford to take 
her up on the offer the girl rubbed her crotch through her 
starched white uniform with the palm of her hand.  Sara said 
that she didn't have a place to take her and she would not be 
free until eight in the morning.

	The girl thought about it for a moment.  Then she said 
that she guessed it would be OK if she went home with her.  
She said she would be back in the morning to pick her up.

	Sara was as nervous as a cat in a locked room by the time 
her shift ended and she saw the girl standing outside smoking a 
cigarette.  Sara approached her and asked her name.  The girl 
told her that her name was Lesley.  The girl led the way to a 
side street lined with cheep apartment buildings.  Sara followed 
her up the stairs and down the dingy corridor to a door that 
needed paint.  When she opened the door a sleepy voice of a 
woman asked, "Is that you Lesley?"

	She said, "Yes mom.I have company so don't disturb 
us!"

	The voice said, "Bring us a drink baby!"

	Lesley went to the kitchenette and poured a drinking 
glass almost full of gin and took it to the bedroom.

	Sara saw a dark haired woman that was probably her age 
lying on a bed in her slip.  Lesley handed her the glass.  The 
woman took a drink and kissed Lesley and told her what a 
sweet baby she was.  Lesley closed the door and came back to 
stand next to Sara.  She had Sara sit on the unmade convertible 
couch bed.  The sheets were wrinkled and clothes were 
scattered around the room.  The girl started undressing Sara.  
She commented that her clothes smelled like donuts.

	Sara felt both frightened and foolish lying there naked as 
the girl undressed her.  When she stood up and kicked off her 
boots sure enough a switchblade knife fell out onto the floor.  
She unzipped the jacket and let the heavy leather fall to the 
floor behind her.  Then the jeans were unbuttoned with a simple 
tug of the waist.  The jeans joined the jacket on the floor.  Now 
all this child was wearing was a black tank top and very old and 
small black panties.  Sara could hardly contain her excitement.

	Lesley pulled the tank top over her head and dropped it.  
She had to roll the tight panties down her hips and off one leg at 
a time.  When she was naked Sara saw that she only had a few 
strands of black hair on her pubis and that her immature breasts 
were little more than pink bumps on her white chest.

	Sara heard snoring coming from the bedroom as the girl 
got on the bed.  Sara was filled with fear and lust for this child.  
The girl was totally in charge as she straddled Sara's head.  She 
sat facing Sara's feet as she lowered her cunt to the woman's 
hungry open mouth.

	This was the first time Sara had ever tasted the juice and 
flesh of another person.  The only thing she had ever tastes was 
her own finger after she masturbated.  Lesley started rocking 
her hips forward and backwards.  The action was racking her 
cunt and asshole over Sara's face.  Lesley sawed her cunt 
against Sara's mouth and nose until she reached a satisfying a 
climax.  Then she leaned forward and curled Sara's pubic hair 
around her fingers.  She pulled the hair on either side of the 
cunt to hold it open and stuck her tongue into the wet valley.  
Sara's sensitive cunt exploded quickly and covered the girl's 
face with her juice.

	She was still recovering from what had just happened 
when Lesley jumped up and led her to the bathroom.  She told 
Sara that she needed to pee so Sara figured that the girl would 
simply sit on the toilet and do her thing.  Lesley had other ideas.  
She told Sara to get in the tub.  Sara wondered why but did as 
she was told.  When she leaned back in the tub and felt the cool 
porcelain on her back and butt she wondered what Lesley 
wanted.  Then Lesley stepped into the tub and straddled Sara's 
body as she faced her.  She squatted a little as let go with a 
stream of yellow water that splashed on Sara's hairy pubic area.  
Sara felt the warm water run between her legs and on her ass as 
it flowed towards the drain.  Then she stood up and splashed 
pee on Sara's large soft tits.  Sara was so shocked at what was 
going on that her mouth hung open.  Lesley aimed the stream 
towards her face and Sara got a mouthful and some in her eyes.  
She had to close her eyes and mouth.  She tasted the salty 
ammonia as she swallowed the pee.

	Sara tried to get up but Lesley was standing there.  As 
she sat up Lesley shoved her dripping cunt into the face of Sara 
and told her to "lick my cunt dry Bitch".  Sara gladly did as she 
was told.

	Lesley reached around and retrieved a shower nozzle on 
a hose and turned on the water.  She adjusted the temperature 
and showered her body standing over Sara.  Then she directed 
the spray at her and washed her body.  She let Sara dry her 
body and she left the room while Sara dried herself.

	When Sara returned to the main room Lesley was sitting 
on the bed cross-legged and lighting up another cigarette.  Sara 
was both embarrassed and thrilled as she dressed quickly, 
tossed two twenties and two five-dollar bills on the bed and 
rushed out of the apartment. 

	Sara hurried home and went to her room.  She reproached 
herself for the degrading way she let the girl treat her.  She 
promised herself that she would not do that again.

	That night when she went to work she feared that Lesley 
might come in and sure enough just after 2:00 AM Lesley 
appeared.  She didn't say anything.  She went directly to her 
booth and sat down and unzipped her jacket and let up a 
cigarette.

	Sara brought her the coffee and cinnamon roll.  Lesley 
placed her hand on the inside of Sara's leg and squeezed the 
soft inner thigh.  Sara was trembling and sweating as she 
pleaded with Lesley to stop.

	Lesley said, "I am just starting with you."

	Sara tried to step back but found that Lesley had shoved 
her finger into her cunt and hooked it.  If she tried to back away 
her nail would scratch her cunt lining.  Sara froze in her tracks.  
Lesley led her by the cunt to the bathroom and pulled her jeans 
down along with her panties.  She sat on the toilet and Sara 
heard and smelled her shit as she emptied her bowel.  When she 
was finished she stood up and turned around as she flushed the 
toilet.  She told Sara to lick her asshole clean.

	Sara was sweating as she knelt and used her hands to part 
the white cheeks and tentatively licked the rosebud.  She 
suddenly found herself overwhelmed with lust and she licked 
and sucked the asshole and probed it as deeply as she could 
with her tongue.

	Lesley said that's enough and she pulled up her panties 
and jeans.  She returned to her booth and held up the cup for a 
fresh coffee.  Sara followed her back and took the cup and 
emptied it into the sink and brought back the urn and filled it as 
Lesley smiled at her as she plucked a piece of the roll and ate it.

	Sara stood there like as slave.  She filled her cup until a 
customer came in.  A few drunks came in and Lesley left with a 
simple statement that she would be waiting for her when she 
got off work.

	Sara worked at a fever pace when her father arrived and 
they soon had the display cases filled with fresh donuts.  When 
it was time for Sara to go home she was torn between her 
knowledge that this relationship was wrong and her naked lust 
to be with this sexy child once more. She didn't want to go to 
Lesley's place but found herself on her street anyway.  She 
went up to her floor and knocked on the door.

	          Lesley opened the door standing there totally nude.  She 
stepped back and let Sara in with that evil crooked smile on her 
face.  Sara asked about her mother.  Lesley said to not worry 
about her mother.  They would have the place to themselves 
that day.

	For a change the couch was made up.  Lesley started 
undressing Sara and backed her up until she had to sit down on 
the couch.  Then Lesley stepped up onto the couch straddle 
Sara's body.  She shoved her cunt into Sara's face and grabbed 
her by the hair and forced her to suck her cunt as she told her 
what a nasty cunt sucking whore she was.  The words excited 
Sara even more and she covered the child's cunt with her mouth 
and tongue fucked her as hard as she could.  Without warning, 
Lesley let go with a stream of hot urine.  Sara had to swallow 
quickly to keep from having her body covered in piss.

	When Lesley was finished she led Sara to the bathroom.  
Sara climbed into the tub and lay on her back.  She wondered 
how Lesley could pee on her after she had swallowed the salty 
yellow water just a short time ago.

	Lesley stepped into the tub and faced the drain as she 
squatted over Sara's head.  To her amazement Sara saw her 
asshole pucker and a turd come out.  She tried to move her face 
but it hit her on the cheek and rolled down her body and came 
to rest between her large breasts.  Three more followed and 
rolled down Sara's body coming to rest in between her legs in 
all that pubic hair. Then Sara was then ordered to clean the girl 
poop hole with her tongue

	Finally Lesley stepped out of the tub and picked up a turd 
and smeared it all over Sara's body like a bar of soap.  She even 
smeared it all over Sara's face.  Sara was reduced to tears 
before Lesley let her wash the shit down the drain and soap up 
her body.  When she was finished showering and she was dry 
she joined Lesley in the living room.

	Lesley was letting Sara explore her body when there was 
a knock at the door.  Lesley jumped up and answered the door 
as Sara sat there trying to cover her body with a pillow.

	Lesley said, "Hi.Judy I was hoping you would stop by."  
She let her enter.  Judy came in and got a wicked smile on her 
face when she saw Sara sitting there attempting to cover her 
nakedness.

	Lesley said, "Sara is my slave.  Is there anything you 
want her to do for you?"  Judy replied that she could start by 
removing her clothes for her.  So Lesley told Sara to help Judy 
get naked.

	Lesley jumped onto the old couch and sat with her back 
against the armrest and picked up her smokes and lit up as Sara 
stood up and removed the clothing from Lesley's young friend.

	Judy was a teenaged redhead with traces of freckles on 
her face and upper body.  She had breasts that were just right to 
fill Sara's hands.  When her cunt was exposed it was covered 
with strawberry colored hair.  As Lesley blew out a puff of 
smoke she told Sara to suck her friend's cunt for her.  Sara felt 
her heart beating in her chest as she wet her lips with her 
tongue.  Sara started licking the girl's opening until the girl 
grabbed her by the back of the head and screamed out her 
pleasure for the way she made her cum.

	Sara felt a little pride in her ability to please Lesley's 
friend.  Then Judy turned around and bent over.  Sara was 
looking at the pink asshole of the girl and knew what she 
wanted.  Sara placed her mouth over the opening and stuck her 
tongue into the hole.  Judy was whimpering and telling Lesley 
what a sweet slave she had as her juices flood over Sara's 
skilled tongue.  She tightened her tummy until she had pushed a 
turd forward enough to press against Sara's tongue.  Without 
being told to do so Sara opened wide and accepted the waste 
into her mouth.

	The two girls took turns humiliating the woman.  They 
called her filthy names and commenting about her hairy cunt 
and legs and her fat body with its floppy tit bags.  They laughed 
at her as she groveled at their feet and willingly accepted their 
most gross acts of depravity.

	When both girls were satisfied Lesley told Sara that she 
should dress and leave.  Judy sat next to Lesley, kissed her 
lovingly and took one of her cigarettes and let up.  Sara got 
dressed and walked home.  She could still smell their cunt juice 
on her face and taste of their rectums on her tongue.  When she 
arrived she went to her bathroom and took a long hot bath and 
relived tonight's events in her mind.  Before she went to bed 
she promised herself that she would stop seeing Lesley but by 
the time she awoke next morning she knew that she would be 
Lesley' slave for as long as she would have her.


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