Date: Mon, 22 May 2006 15:41:07 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Aging madame (leabian / hooker, F/f)

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explicit sexual acts between women.  If this type of content
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                         Aging Madame
                              by
                             Jan


	Helen's heard the knock on the back door.  Only one
of her talent scouts or the girls that worked for her used
that door and since all of her girls were either working or
accounted for so she assumed it was one of her scouts
coming by with a new prospect.  Before she opened the
door she put a smile on her face.  If it was one of her
scouts she didn't want to give a new prospect a bad
impression.

	When she opened the back door she beamed at the
sight of the fresh face of a girl that looked so young.  She
stepped back and said, "Beverly my dear where did you
find such a sweet looking young girl?'

	She took the right hand of her friend at the same
time she placed her left hand under the chin of the sandy
blonde headed girl and lifted her head up to look into her
clear blue eyes.  This girl was no drug addict.  That was
defiantly a plus, she hated when they brought her a dug
addict that would have to be dried out before she could
use them to entertain her clientele.  All too often an addict
would have been selling their body on the street for a fix
and they would be infected with a variety of social
diseases.

	This girl was so sweet looking it was hard to believe
that she was even a teenager.  She was a little unkempt
due to living on the streets.  She was rather dirty and the
day pack over her shoulder obviously contained everything
she possessed.  Her clothes needed washing and they
were a little thread bare.  Helen could picture her living out
of the contents of garbage dumpsters behind restaurants
after closing.

	She allowed the woman that had found the girl and
her new recruit to enter.  She asked, "What is your name
honey?"

	The girl responded with a small voice, "My name is
Nancy.  I am very hungry."

	Helen said, "Would you like a Pizza with everything?"

	Nancy beamed that would be great."

	Helen pulled a cell phone from the pocket of her
house robe and dialed a number quickly and ordered a
large pizza with everything except sardines.  She closed
her phone and announced, "It will be here in a half hour.
While we wait you can take a warm bath without anyone
bothering you."

	Nancy was almost in tears as Helen led her to the
bathroom where she was provided with fragrant bath salts
and large soft Egyptian terrycloth bath towels.  The two
women left the girl in the bathroom to take her bath.

	They retreated to the kitchen where Helen thanked
the woman and paid her a finder's fee.  The woman smiled
as she stuffed her money into her purse and let herself
out.  This was not the first troubled youngster she had
brought to Helen and she knew it would not be her last.

	Nancy was thrilled to have the luxury of a warm bath
with bath salts to make her skin soft.  The warmth of the
fragrant water was very relaxing as she soaked for a long
time. It was only when she checked the clock that she
reluctantly lifted herself out of the tube and stood on the
deep pile rug as she dried herself off with the towel that
was much longer than she was tall.  She had been told to
make herself at home and use what ever she wanted in
the way of makeup in the adjoining bedroom but she felt
guilty about using someone else's makeup.  She did style
her hair and put on some lipstick before wrapping her
body in the velvety house robe on the bed after trying on
the expensive Victoria Secret matching bra and panties.
She marveled at how nicely the under garments fit.  The
smell of pizza told her the food had arrived.

	Nancy felt her stomach grumble to remind her just
how hungry she was.  She found her way back to the
kitchen and found Helen setting out plates and glasses.
She poured a glass of Coke for Nancy and poured herself a
glass of red wine.

	The kitchen smelled of cheese and Italian sausage
and pepperoni.  Nancy sat down at the table and waited
for the woman to tell her what to do.  Helen opened the
pasteboard box and used a knife to free the first slice of
the pizza.  She placed in on the plate in front of Nancy and
told her to go ahead and start.

	While Nancy folded her slice and started devouring it
Helen placed a couple of more peaces on her plate.  It was
amazing how much food the small girl put away.  She was
finishing her third peace when the door opened and a
head poked in.

	"Hey Mom...I smelled pizza.  Can I have some?"

	Helen smiled sweetly and said, "Sure   come on in
and join us."

	Helen turned her attention to Nancy and said,
"Nancy I want you to meet one of my girls.  This is Sonia.
Sonia this is my new guest Nancy."

	The girl was heavily made up like she was going out
for an evening date but all she had on was a see through
gown that allowed Nancy to detect her brown nipples and
the dark triangle between her legs.

	The girl gave her a warm smile as she took a large
bite of her slice of pizza. As she chewed on it she leaned
over and gave Nancy a kiss on the cheek that actually
didn't make contact with her flesh other than cheek to
cheek.  Nancy was over whelmed with the fragrance of her
perfume.

	Helen said, "Sonia is one of my girls and she needs
to get back to work."

	Sonia beamed, "Sorry Mom.  I hope I get to be the
roomy of our newbie."

	Helen gave her a dirty look to let her know she was
talking out of turn.  Sonia scurried out of the kitchen
before she pissed Helen off any more than she already
had.  Nancy wondered what kind of work she was doing
that she was running around almost naked.  She thought
she was pretty and friendly though.

	Normally Helen would have reviled that she was the
Madame of a whorehouse rather quickly and offered the
new girl a job turning tricks with the prospect of making
good money but this morning she recognized that she was
talking to a girl that had led a sheltered life and was
probably too innocent to understand about such things.

	She felt a strong motherly attraction for this sandy
haired girl.  Not that she looked anything like her.  Helen
was a tall dark haired woman.  Her natural coloring hinted
to her Mediterranean heritage.  She was just dark enough
to be able to tan nicely but she spent so much time
working late into the night looking after her business that
she seldom got to spend much time out of doors.  She
went to bed after the last customer left and she counted
up the night's receipts.  She normally slept very late.  She
would get up after noon to receive fresh towels, linen and
other supplies necessary for the running of a house of
pleasure.  She saw to it that her girls were taken care of to
insure they were properly treated if they contracted any
venereal disease.  She had to act as arbitrator when cat
fights broke out.  She had to insure the harmony of her
employees.  When a girl left she had to recruit a new one
to take her place.  Maintaining a stable of fresh faces was
very important in her line of work.

	Today she found the prospect of recruiting this
young girl enough to actually make her vagina tingle.  She
wanted to find out why such a sweet looking kid was on
the streets.  One look at her would tell anyone that this girl
had not been homeless for long.  She envisioned her
coming from a nice middle class family.  She could not
figure out why she would run away from home.  She
wondered if the girl would lie if she asked about her past.

	Nancy had no clue what kind of establishment she
had stumbled into.  She found this older woman to be very
sweet and almost motherly.  At the moment she was
thrilled to have a full stomach for the first time in days.
She thought about what had brought her to this end.

	She had been raised by her mother and father in a
comfortable St. Louis home.  No one would have
suspected that there was anything going on that would
have driven the young girl away from her home.  It pained
Nancy to even think about why she was forced to leave.

	Helen was very curious about this angelic looking girl
but knew better than to press her for any information until
she was ready to talk.  She simply asked, "I'm sure you
must be sleepy now.  Would you like to sleep in a bed with
clean sheets?"

	Nancy had not slept in a real bed in months.  The
prospect of being in a soft bed with clean sheets was an
appealing fantasy come true.  She could not thank Helen
enough for her kindness.

	Helen escorted the girl to the bedroom and pulled
back the covers and left the girl alone after a quick very
motherly peck on the cheek.

	Nancy was sound asleep in no time.  She actually
slept the clock around before her full bladder forced her to
wake up and find her way to the bathroom.  Helen heard
the noise coming from her guest bedroom and knew the
girl was up.  She started fixing breakfast for her right away.
By the time Nancy found some clothes in her pack that
were fairly clean she could smell bacon, toast and brewing
coffee.

	She realized that she was hungry and followed her
nose back to the kitchen.  When she entered Helen
hugged her and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.  She
told the girl to have a seat.  The table was set and the
glass was full of orange juice.  Helen asked her if she liked
coffee and when Nancy assured her that she loved coffee
she poured her a mug full along with refilling her own cup.
She mentioned that milk and sugar were on the table and
she could sweeten it to taste.

	Helen took a sip of her hot black coffee and looked
over the rim as the girl put two spoons full of sugar in the
cup and poured in some milk.  She made a note of the way
the girl like her coffee for future use.

	She asked the girl how she liked her eggs and put
two strips of bacon on her plate along with two eggs and
fresh toast.  Nancy ate the breakfast with relish.  Helen sat
next to her and ate toast along with jelly while sipping her
coffee as the girl ate.

	When she was finished Helen put the dishes in the
dishwasher and sat down to talk to the girl.  She never
forced Nancy to answer any questions but talked about
things that were sure to be of interest to a girl her age like
music and movie stars.  Slowly she got the girl to trust her
and began to talk about more personal things.  In time
Helen was able to peace together a pretty good picture of
Nancy's life.  The only thing missing was what put her on
the streets.

	Helen had to excuse herself to make some business
calls and she took the opportunity to slip next door and tell
the girls in her brothel not to bother her for a few days
because she had a house guest next door that had no idea
that this was the house of prostitution.

	When she was back in her private chambers she
offered to wash Nancy's clothes.  While the laundry was
being done she allowed the girl to select several items of
clothing to wear and keep as she liked.  She assured
Nancy that they belonged to her granddaughter who had
left them behind when she moved out of State.

	Nancy knew enough to know that the clothes were
expensive designer items far beyond anything she could
ever afford to buy.  She was thrilled to dress up in such
fashionable clothes even if they were just blue jeans.

	Helen was thrilled to take the girl shopping to buy
her more clothes and show her the sights.  The two of
them saw a lot of things over the next couple of days and
Helen learned more about the girl.

	On the third night they had spent the day sightseeing
and they were both tired and in no shape to go out after
dark.  They agreed to spend the night resting while
watching television.  They lounged on the small sofa sitting
practically hip to hip.  They were watching a story on CISNY
(Criminal Investigation Science, New York about child
abuse.  Nancy was obviously disturbed by what she saw
and heard.  She cuddled up next to Helen because she
found her body warmth and her perfume comforting.

	She started crying and Helen comforted her by
stroking her hair.  As she calmed down she started talking.
She told Helen that her father had kicked her out of his
home and her mother did nothing to stop him from doing
it.
Helen asked her for the reason her was so cruel.  Nancy
feared telling the true story but she finally let out a lung
full of air and began speaking. "When I was about eight
my father caught me in my bedroom with a girlfriend who I
was feeling her up while kissing her.  He sent her home
and beat me until my butt was bleeding.  He caught me
with other girls over the next couple of years and beat me
every time.  After that I didn't bring girls home.  I started
dating older girls that had cars.  Then it was my misfortune
to get caught by the police in a public parking lot between
the legs of an older woman kissing her pussy.  That was
the straw that broke the camels back.  When he got her
home he beat me half to death before telling her to pack
my bag and get out and never to come back.

	Helen had been attracted to the girl the moment she
met her.  The knowledge that Nancy had been kicked out
of her home because she was attracted to women made
her pussy wet.

	All of the girls in her stable would make it with
women for the money.  Some of them were lesbians and
only turned tricks with men for the money.  Helen was not
above making love to any of the girls herself.

	Nancy was resting her head on Helen's right breast,
so Helen placed her hand on Nancy's hip.  When the girl
didn't object she slipped her hand farther down and
sought out the warm crotch of the jeans.  She stroked the
crotch for a short time and when Nancy lifted her head to
kiss her on the lips Helen returned the kiss before pulling
on the denim until the metal buttons popped open.

	Helen slipped her hand inside the coarse material of
the jeans and felt the silken material of the new panties
she had bought for her.  She could hardly breathe as she
felt the moistness of the warm panties.

	Nancy grabbed her wrist and Helen feared that her
advance was being rejected.  On the contrary Nancy pulled
her hand up to the top of the panties and forced her hand
inside them.  Helen felt the fine hairs slip through her
fingers until she found the top of her vagina and felt the
little nub of a clit.  She rubbed it until Nancy was breathing
hard with her mouth open.  Helen could not resist kissing
her on the mouth and driving her tongue deep into the
girl's mouth.  They kissed for a long time before Nancy
started clawing at the top of Helen's dress.  She managed
to pull one massive tit over the top of the bodice without
ripping the material.  She sucked on the big brown nipple
while Helen continued to masturbate her.

	Helen finally pulled her hand out of Nancy's panties
even as Nancy tried to hold her hand in place.  She stood
up and pulled Nancy to her feet.  She turned off the TV
with the remote as she led Nancy to her bedroom.

	This was the first time Nancy had ever seen that
bedroom.  It was something to behold.  The room was
dominated by a king sized bed but the true centerpiece in
the room was the bay window hanging over the street
below.  Sitting in the bay was a marble tub that allowed
the occupant to look up and down the street while bathing.

	They fell on the bed and they both struggled with
each other's clothes as they stripped each other.  When
both were naked they relished feeling each other's bodies.

	Helen was captivated by the youthful freshness of
Nancy.  Nancy, in turn, was enthralled by the older
woman's full breasts and her large hairy vulva.  She was
like a child in a candy store.  What should she suck on
first?  The tits were like magnets to her but the prospect of
putting her face between the legs of this woman was
breathe taking too.

	Nancy took hold of her left breast with both hands
and started sucking on the nipple.  She sucked so hard
that it hurt Helen.  She was squirming around in her lap
until she could smell the musky odor of Helen's pussy.
She slid to the foot of bed so that her head was level with
the dark pubic hair patch and she inhaled the odor of the
older woman's pussy before she lowered her head and
covered as much of the vulva as she could.  She drilled her
tongue into the opening and used her tongue to whip the
clitoris until Helen climaxed.  Helen grabbed Nancy by the
back of her head and ground her face into her pussy,
covering it with her slimy juice.  After she finished
climaxing she had to rest.  Nancy was looking up at her
face with a look of loving admiration until Helen pulled her
up her body and kissed her on the mouth.

	Helen pulled the girl up until her head was level with
the budding breast.  She covered one breast with her
mouth and sucked on it while she played with the other
nipple.  When she was ready she placed her hands on the
backs of Nancy's thighs.  Nancy knew what she wanted
and walked up the woman's body on her knees until her
little quim was right over Helen's mouth.  Nancy ground
her pussy into the tongue of the woman and before long
she set up a rhythm like she was ridding a galloping horse.
She was dragging her crotch over the tongue and mouth.
Helen was being treated to licking the girl's crotch from clit
to asshole and back again.  When Nancy started to cum
she fell backwards with her crotch right under Helens chin
so that when she breathed her breath blew across the little
cunt.  They eventually cuddled up alongside of each other
and hugged and kissed for a long time.  When they
recovered Helen had to tell Nancy about the way she made
her living.

	Helen said, "Honey I have to tell you about how I
support myself.  I am a madam.  The girl you saw
yesterday is one of my prostitutes." Nancy may not have
been all that worldly but she knew what she was saying.
She wondered if Helen wanted her to have sex with men
too.  She just didn't know how to ask the question.

	Helen added, "The women that brought you to me is
my talent scout.  She looks for girls on the street she
thinks would make good working girls and brings them to
me."
Nancy started to cry, "I have never been fucked by a man.
I have known that I am a lesbian for a long time." Helen
hugged her even tighter, "I know honey.  I would never ask
you to turn tricks for me.  I was thinking that I want you to
be my girl."

	Hearing that Nancy felt her heart bound in her chest.
She flung her arms around Helen's neck and covered her
face with kisses.  They made love to each other until they
had to sleep. In time Helen introduced Nancy to her stable.
Most of them were happy for Helen but a couple of them
were jealous of the girl and plotted about how they were
going to break up this romance.

	Nancy became accustom to seeing the half naked
women coming and going because they like to raid Helen's
fridge.  The time came that Helen had to leave the house
to do some banking.  uTwo of the whores that were jealous
of Nancy took advantage of Helen's absence to corner
Nancy.  They stripped her clothes off and rapped her right
in Helen's living room.

	Nancy may have been shocked to have two women
in their twenties holding her down and forcing her to eat
their pussies but it also thrilled her.  After that she would
seek them out when Helen was not around.

     When Helen caught them she was furious but she
was in love.  She moved Nancy to a love nest where it
would be harder for her to cheat on her.  Helen wasn't fool
enough to think that she could prevent this wild thing from
being with other women forever but she was determined
to hold on to her love for as long as she could.



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