Summer 1952 was when Don finally faced up to his sexuality. 
 

    He and his four mates had begun dating girls, but as one by one each lost his virginity, Don found himself isolated, alone, not really attracted to any of the curvaceous girls the group had been picking up.
One hot evening, the gang had rounded on five far from innocent chicks in a coffee bar. They all made for a bomb site, where the cellars of one house were comfortable enough for a spot of snogging, and more.
Don had been paired up with a pimply girl with a slight lisp called Ethel, whom the others made fun of. As always, Don was left with the least attractive one, not that it made that much difference, for in his heart he knew he actually fancied his mates more than the drab Ethel. 
Was it the heat, was it his own frustration and inability to make love, or was it this girl's exceptionally sullen demeanor? Whatever it was, amid the sounds of arousal wafting around the cellar, as she beckoned coyly and unexcitedly to him  with her little finger, Don felt regrettably goaded into telling her what he really thought. 
"You slut! You stupid sissy scrubber!"
 The pimply girl slapped him fiercely across the face. Don  stomped angrily off, she spitting insults after him  about his pathetic masculinity.
He spent the next couple of hours reflecting on his own true feelings. He wanted to be like his mates, and did regret not seizing his chance with Ethel, and yet that was not what in his heart of hearts he most desired.
Thus, when he noticed Tom, one of the gang, walking smugly home later that night, he collared him and kissed him.
But Tom basking in his own triumph, had brushed aside Don's veiled suggestion that they go to his room and maybe strip off. Tom had pointed out firmly that they might even be arrested as qu---s, for such an act. But that could not deflect Don from his deepest desire.

The exciting day had dawned!
A month ago, Don had told his parents that he was moving out. They seemed pleased. He told them he had found a home ten miles away, in a suburb the other side of the city.
What he didn't tell them was exactly where.
His mates had vaguely boasted about how they might visit this  insalubrious district by the docks, but in the way of all lads, it had been bravado. None would likely have dared go there at night.
But Don had taken his bicycle there the very next afternoon, after that scene with Tom. The incident had crystallized his mind.
After aimlessly wandering, he found what he had been seeking. Near the tram terminus was a phone box with names scribbled all over it. But all the names were of girls, their phone numbers, and their invitations, and though he scanned every cranny, he failed to spot even one man's name among so many!
He sighed deeply. Had he come here for nothing?
 As he stared round the box in the hope that he might yet have missed a name, he became aware of the tall woman lurking in an untidy alleyway between the run down terraced houses. He had noticed her when he had walked past a few minutes earlier. You couldn't fail to notice such a tart.  
She was dressed in a skimpy white cotton top that showed off her full figure to advantage, below she wore an attractive shiny black leather skirt with slightly laddered stockings in seriously high heels. She was puffing a fag as she idly surveyed the world that passed her by. Her black hair was down to her shoulders and its sleekness hinted that she was doing well on the game.
She must have seen that Don had been inside that box and yet was making no call. He saw her suddenly spring into life- she was walking straight towards him!
With the speed of a jet engine, Dom emerged from the phone box, but then, struck by what seemed a bolt of lightning, froze outside the box. 
The germ of his Big Idea had struck. 
He gazed like a mesmerized rabbit as she approached.
She gave him a cursory glance, then strutted into the box.
She must have been late thirties, maybe older, it was hard to tell with that thick red lipstick, heavy eye shadow and rouge smothering her cheeks. Old enough to be Don's mum. 
She opened the door of the box and looked out, straight at Don, who looked like a statue frozen in ice as she asked,
"Got a light?" She put another fag into her mouth. Don saw it smear red as she pushed it in.
"No sorry."
She slammed the door, but kept staring at her victim thru a pane in the window.
Don was plucking up courage.
"Got change?" she asked, her head poked again out of the door, her black hair wildly swaying as if to provoke him.
"Er, yes," he stuttered.
"Well it's one pound ten," she pursued, as Don looked more surprised, "or two without you know what."
 "Without what?" Don asked mechanically. He had some notion, having seen his mates on the job.
"Cor, you're a green 'un," she laughed, "come on, up to half an hour for thirty bob, eh? I'm Nina, by the way." She gripped his hand, but he stubbornly gripped the box, as though scared of losing his virginity.
He explained what he really wanted from her. 
She gave it him.
Then he broke free from the clutch of the bemused Nina, running to the estate agents, she had told him about.  He asked to be shown round an old two up two down in the road by the terminus.
"I need to rent it for my sister," he had explained to the agent.

 So at last the day arrived when Diana moved in!
Here at the door  of her new terraced home, stood a thick set blonde, age the same as Don's, it might have been his twin sister, except for the Marilyn Monroe hair, though her figure wasn't half as alluring. Bra size 32, padded no doubt, was also unlike Don, as was her sleek black dress with a thick leather belt,  that made her look witch like. Nor did Don wear shiny stockings or three inch high heels. This was the tallest heel that Diana felt she could easily carry off. For if you stripped all this veneer off, who was she?  Not that anyone would be allowed to strip her.
It was Don's big idea of how he might have sex, of a fashion, of the sort he desired. Hence as Diana was unlocking the door, she was pleased to note a couple of young men eagerly taking in her figure before she stepped inside, and into the sanctuary of her new kingdom.
It was simply furnished, she couldn't afford more- for the present. 
A basic sitting room which was intended also for greeting clients.
Upstairs her own bedroom, as well as a more outlandish room in bright red with a double bed and a few extras, to which Diana hoped to add, when funds permitted. Talking of funds, isn't it time to start earning?

Cocksucker. That's  the key word that Diana wrote in the phone booth by her name, Diana Cocksucker ONLY, and her number.
Only was in capitals, for she could not offer the service many other tarts offered!
But after a week in her new residence, she was regrettably broke. 
However she never felt too lonely, every few minutes a tram would come jangling past, and in the distance there was a more or less constant hum from the docks, of ships berthing, cranes lifting, plenty of potential customers there! Diana had had more than enough time to make her home more attractive. But disappointingly, the phone had only rung thrice.
Mum had been the first, phoning asking to come over and see the house, but Diana had put her off, promising to pop over as soon as possible. She would have to change her identity en route: like before when she had moved in, she had found a convenient place to stop off and get changed- a cubicle in the public swmming baths. 
Her second call had been from a man who called himself Lawson. His voice had sounded young and Diana's spirits had soared when he called by appointment that afternoon. He was indeed young, well dressed, perhaps over dressed in his pin striped suit.
However he announced that he had come from the council. He was aware "this sort of thing" went on, and told Diana that as long as she did not parade herself in public, 'propositioning' was the long word he used,  a blind eye would be turned. 
Diana thanked him, grateful that he hadn't guessed the half of what she was up to! But over a cuppa, he went on to advise her how to protect herself, and what to do should she get any communicable disease. 
"You like long words," Diana laughed with him. Was he angling for her services? She desperately hoped so.
She sidled closer to him and gave him a peck on his cheek.
He leapt up.
"Syphilis was very prevalent round here. Here's a doctor's card," he offered her quickly,  "he is willing to check if you think you might be... er... er... pregnant."
The last word came as he exited at 60mph like an express train.
Diana would have laughed over his misapprehension, if she hadn't been so disappointed. Still, it's probably how I'd have reacted myself, she admitted.
The final visitor could have been her first client. He was sixty if a day, he smelt repulsive, I'm not going thru with him, she decided, slamming the door in his face. I'd rather be broke. So she was, and he did not become her first paying client.

An old saying about If The Mountain Won't Come To You, forced Diana into her next step on her road to fortune.
Since no clients had phoned, except another pleading nuisance call from the revolting sixty-something, she remembered Nina, and decided she also ought to tout for business.
Remembering Mr Lawson's warning, she donned an outfit somewhat similar to Nina's, that she felt made her look pretty alluring. Found in the second hand shop, a shiny black leather skirt which was a little tight, but it's exactly what she wanted. A shiny red satin top boasted many more ruffles than Nina's white blouse. Over it all she wore a plastic mac to hide something of her tarty looks. Then if any constable on the beat  happened to see her, she would not look too suspicious. Under her coat, she had on her lapel the words Cocksucker ONLY, to advise potential clients. Surely that would not put them all off? Indeed it ought to draw them in like a magnet.
Gingerly she stepped into the street. It was empty as it was early afternoon, and all the men were at work. Perhaps this was the wrong time?
Oh well, I'll buy a few things at the corner shop, she told herself, until she remembered she really had hardly any cash at all.
She passed the famous phone box, and peeped inside- yes her name was still proudly there.
From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Nina loafing, a fag drooping from her lips. Business seemed to be slack. 
Diana made her way to the shop.
She asked for a packet of three.
With a wink the shopkeeper handed it over, in exchange for Diana's last pennies. The realization that her sultry looks had convinced the man she was female, was stimulating.  She was desperate now. 

She loved the feel of that tight skirt pulling on her lower body. A good job she is wearing that mac, or her erection would have given the game away! The silky smooth satin top made her feel even more sensuous. She longed to 'open up' her mac to attract her first customer. But better wait until she had subsided!
  One other girl was loitering, probably with the same intention as Diana. Her appearance was smarter. If she were a tart, she looked aloof, maybe aiming for a more wealthy clientele.
  No sign of Nina however.
A tram chugged past, and stopped opposite. A spotty youth alighted, and Diana's rival tart was poised close by the stop. A hurried word, and they were off together. Could have been her boyfriend, but probably not.
Now the field was clear for Diana. A couple of dock workers in naval uniform were strolling along her side of the street.
Diana had already decided never to take more than one client at a time. She was confident she was strong enough to resist most men who might try and take advantage, but one at a time was safest. Still,  beggars can't be choosers, and she tried the gambit she had learned from Nina.
"Got a light, mister?" Diana pulled out the only fag she currently possessed.
"Eh yes miss," replied a young unshaven man of about 30.
He fumbled as he struck a match and held it to Diana's mouth.
"Thanks," she said casually, "have you any change?"
"Na," responded the other, "pay day's tomorrow."
And they walked on.
Had they understood? Diana knew next moment, as the unshaven one turned back and called out from twenty yards off, 
"I will 'ave, if you're 'ere tomorrow same time! How much you want?"
Diana held up one finger.
"Or thirty bob without," she cried, as the pair laughed and walked away.
Were they laughing at her? From a couple of phone calls to names in the box, she reckoned this was the going rate.

After half an hour loitering, she had had no success. One young girl had breezed by, giving Diana a wink which was 'knowing.' A couple of elderly ladies with shopping bags had scrutinized her with obvious disfavor.
The tart with the spotty friend returned, to wait at the tram stop down the road. She saw him off, then made for Diana.
"Hi, had any luck?"
"No."
"Oh sorry, it picks up in the evening. There's usually three or four of us here then."
"Thanks for telling me. Was that a, er, customer, or...?"
"Well, sort of. He says he's my boyfriend, and I go along with that. As long as he pays!"
"Oh, do you mind telling me what you charge?"
"Usually a quid, though I give him a special rate as he's a regular. He'd come every day if he could!"
"Oh, have you been on the game long?"
"About a year now.
"Like it?"
"No," she said decisively.
"Mind telling me why you do it?"  
"It pays well- usually.  And I need the cash to buy enough crack."
"Oh."
"That why you're here?" the girl looked intently at Diana, "though your eyes don't look as though you're on it."
"No, I'm not. I'll tell you, if you like, why I do it."
"Go on then."
"I love having sex!"
She didn't add that she hadn't had any sex at all up until now.
"Wow, you're lucky, for most of us it becomes a chore. How many men have you had?"
"Oh, I've lost count," I lied.
"Women?" the girl interjected.
"Oh no, I haven't time," I boasted, carried away by my fantasy.
"Well you'd better keep clear of Nina then! She loves to have men... and women! You've met her?"
"Oh yeah."
"Didn't she take you back..."
The girl suddenly stopped.
"Ooooh, there she is, excuse me. I'm Mary, by the way." She ran off.

It was Nina coming along the street looking even more sexy than last time. She stopped at her same spot. Seeing Diana, she came scurrying over.
"I'm called Nina. You're new here," she observed. "What they call you?"
Diana told her.
"You're here to make some cash, eh?"
Diana nodded. She looked pretty 'obvious.' She opened her mac as if to confirm the fact.
"Well I'm a sort of unofficial steward," Nina went on. "if you have any problems, just tell me. If you come to my flat now, I'll give you the details."
Diana looked dubious.
"Come on, I'm your friend, little girl. It costs two pound a week, that gets a heavy out to help should you need it, any time three pm to three am. I'll also pay private doctor's fees if you need to terminate, and give any other reasonable help."
She took Diana's arm and pulled her down the road.
"Please, I'd like you to do all that for me, but, honestly, I haven't the cash," Diana almost cried.
Nina stopped and looked at Diana.
"Don't worry about it, you can pay when you've earned enough.
"Thanks, but..."
"Come on, I'll show me you my flat and we can seal the deal."
Diana resisted the pull, making Nina stare more closely at the new tart.
"Haven't I seen you before somewhere?"
"Oh no, I'm new here."
"Yeah, but..." Nina surprisingly stopped. She scrutinized Diana closely. Did she recognize Don?
Apparently not, for she gave a grin, and an odd laugh.
"Okay, another time."
"Yeah."
Nina strode across the road to accost a passing sailor. But somehow Diana didn't feel that was why she had stopped so abruptly.
Still, she was grateful, after Mary's  mysterious warning.

Several more sailors  were streaming down the road. A boat must have docked.
Surely one of these will become her first client?
She felt her dick grow in excitement, and she had to calm herself. No good opening up her mac to expose a strong erection under that sexy skirt!
She smiled at several sailors, without result.
But one bearded foreign looking one took note of her. Quickly Diana flashed open her mac. He looked approvingly.
She pointed to Cocksucker ONLY to ensure he understood.
"One, or thirty bob without," Diana eagerly whispered in his ear. He was a few inches taller than her, he looks powerful, can't wait to see what his dick's like!
"One," agreed the man."
Diana took his hand and they strolled down the street.
They passed Lawson, who seemed to be on his way home from  work.
"Evening miss," he smirked.
Diana was thankful he hadn't happened along any earlier, as he'd have heard them discussing the fee.
Moments later, she was turning the key to her new home.
She bowed to her man, who stepped inside.
Diana guided him to the front room.
She produced a condom, and held out her hand.
"One, please."
The man smiled and counted out five pound notes.
He shoved them in Diana's palm.
"No, one," repeated Diana.
He shook his head. He pointed upstairs evidently keen for satisfaction.
Diana however was worried. She sat still and pointed again to her lapel.
"Cocksucker ONLY."
He seemed to take that for a sign to remain downstairs. He pulled at her skirt.
"No, no, only suck," Diana touched his pants and felt his bulging cock. Wow. That got her going!
"Only suck," she repeated.
The client shook his head. "No English," he explained.
Diana stood up. This was not going well. He craved the full job, how could she make him understand?
Some sign language, and disappointment became etched on his face.
He gave up tugging at the skirt. 
"No?" he asked.
"Sorry, no." Diana felt she ought to hand the money back.
He took a couple of notes but left three.
"You pretty," he cried, and was gone.
At least Diana was able to buy a few essentials, and she hadn't really done anything. Which was more regrettable to her than you might guess.

After tea, in the gathering twilight, Diana emerged, as yet unsatisfied.
A couple of tarts were lounging by the tram stop. Mary emerged from the shadows.
"How you make out with Nina?" she asked coyly.
"Oh, okay, thanks. Thanks for the tip."
Mary looked mystified.
"Didn't you see her flat?"
"Oh no."
"But she always takes first timers there."
"Not me."
"Crumbs, I thought she'd eat you alive!"
"Sorry, how d'you mean, Mary?"
"Well, she's.... er... well, she's like you in one way, she lives for sex, she eats and breathes it. How come she didn't have you?"
"I dunno."
"Well, you're a queer one, I'll say. Hold on, I must dash. That car contains one of my regulars!"
She dashed off to flag down an Austin Seven, uncommon to see a car round here.

As the lights began to twinkle, Diana assumed a sexier pose, one leg showing off her sheer stockings, raised on a low wall. As no policeman was in sight, she opened her mac too. For several sailors had emerged from the pub.
Client number two must be among this lot.
The Jack Tars spread out to approach the four tarts adorning the landscape. A small young man, barely twenty came over to her. Not her pick of the bunch, it reminded her of the days when Don's mates always left him with ugly girls like Ethel.
"Got a light?" Diana asked
The sailor obliged.
"Got change?"
"What you want?"
Maybe he'll be more exciting than he looks and sounds, reflected Diana.
"One, or thirty bob without," asked Diana, pointing to her lapel.
"Yeah, yeah, I can read you know. Okay a quid- round the alley?" he asked.
"No, my home."
"Great, show me where."
Diana took his tiny hand, she towered over him by nearly a head.
They were in the front room in no time, he was shaking with excitement, Diana could see his obvious erection under his uniform. She hoped she had sufficiently suppressed her own deep cravings that were pounding in her bosoms.
He handed over the pound.
She took his hand again, and let him stand on tiptoe and kiss her. She pulled him up the stairs.
"Now show mummy your big boy," teased Diana.
"You bet," grinned the sailor. "But let me get that skirt off first!"
"No way," cried the tart, "I said sucking only."
"Yeah yeah, fair enough, but let me see your tits. It turns me on much quicker!"
"Sorry, it's not part of the deal."
Client 2 asked for his pound back. 

So, no richer, Diana took to the street again, and emboldened, had her plastic mac unbuttoned.
A number of sailors were roaming the street, mostly drunk, and Diana studiously avoided them. One did ask her, but he was shoved off, surprised by the energy the girl exhibited.  
Then she saw what she hoped would prove her third client, a sailor with his kit bag waiting at the tram stop. Diana watched him for a while from across the street. What she understood was, that he wasn't waiting for a tram, for one trundled along, and he didn't get on. He looked happy, carefree, and Diana knew this was her man. When a second tram passed and everyone got on, except him, she sidled over.
"Got a light, mister?"
"Sure, darling."
Diana hoped he was not like the first sailor who didn't speak the language. As she scrutinised him, she reckoned he might be French.
"From France?"
"Not quite darling, From The Westerhal all the way from Japan. You free?"
"Of course, mister, you must be looking forward to your leave."
"You bet! Haven't seen a woman for weeks, so yes, I'm sure looking forward. How much?"
"Two," said Diana, seeing how keen he was. "or Two pounds ten without."
"Where?"
"My place."
He took her hand, it was warm, he squeezed her, she squeezed back. She was shaking like him.
Diana led the way and gave her client admiring glances, which he clearly appreciated.
In her sitting room, they sat down, he resting his kit bag on the carpet.
She held out her hand.
"Look here's three, I like your style."
She kissed him. She could tell he was throbbing.
"Mind, no extras," she warned.
"No, no, come on!"
They were up the stairs like a pair of greyhounds. Diana saw his sailor's uniform had one extraordinary bulge, a very exciting bulge.
She lay expectantly on her bed in her tart's uniform, as he peeled off his uniform to reveal an even more promising dick, already dripping. Could she fit it in her mouth? She was determined she would, and so glad she'd soon be getting the full force of his ejaculation, not hampered by any condom.
In fact she took the full force without even opening her mouth.
Too soon he had sprayed the eager Diana, who waited unfulfilled to suck cock. She loved the sensation of sticky cum all over her eyes and hair, but couldn't hide her utter disappointment.  
The sailor enjoyed wiping her face and hair with the stuff, mumbling his thanks. At least he was very pleased. 
"That was great darling. You've got a good month's worth there. I was desperate."
She kissed him, their lips kinda sticking together.
"Glad you liked it," she smiled, though she was not entirely grateful for his  jet speed ejaculation. She moved her mouth down to his dribbling cock.
He pulled away.
"Er, no thanks. You're a keen one! Look I'm sorry I can't bear it being touched afterwards. You're certainly not like any of the other hookers I've used."
As he lay on her flat chest, he told her about some of them, in Alexandria, in Hong Kong, and in Japan. She listened patiently, only wishing him to revive. But after chatting for ten minutes, he thanked her. 
"Can I call next time we're in port?"
Diana nodded happily. She hadn't done that much for him.
"Look darling, I really did appreciate your own eagerness, none of the others are quite like that. I almost felt you wanted me.
I did, Diana said to herself, not out loud. 
"Look, my kit bag is too full. I wanna give you this set of Sailor dresses."
He drew from his bag  some neatly folded shiny dresses, they looked like they were made of satin at first glance.
"I got them from this guy in Japan who owed me. They're absolutely no use to me, but I wanted to help him out. You'll take them?" he asked as if pleased to be able to please his hooker.
"They're beautiful! I've never seen anything like 'em."
"Yes, they're sailor dresses for women, with huge bows. The guy said he had them made up for some X film, look one's in blue with a red bow to go over your breast, another big bow at the small of your back. They're just right for you. Look, this one is green with pink bows. Four in all, take them, please!"
"Well they're lovely! Thanks so much mister. For a film, you say? I don't think I can have seen it."
"No, it never got made."
"Shame! Might work better if the girls in these costumes were cartoon."
"You're right. I'll tell the guy next time I see him. Maybe you can wear one next time I see you?"
He kissed her deeply and left her with her treasured new dresses.
She sighed. She had touched one cock, though not in the flesh, and had been sprayed by another, surely she would soon be getting her own satisfying fulfillment?

Half an hour later, after a quick bite, she had posted herself on the street corner, in competition now with half a dozen others. But she was confident she looked as good, if not better than most of them in her tart's uniform, and she flaunted her wares proudly. Several of the girls drifted off with clients, and Diana wondered why she was being left, as so often happened to her. She comforted herself with the thought that perhaps these were regular customers. She had one of them now also! Mind you, he wouldn't be in town again for months.
A motor bike stopped. A green BSA.  The rider was in heavy leathers, and removed his goggles. He was a swarthy hulk. Diana wasn't absolutely sure she could fend him off, if she needed to. That was an important consideration.
She decided, as with her last one, to try a higher fee.
"Three," she firmly stated, "four without."
He looked her up and down.
"You new here? Charging fancy London prices eh?"
He hesitated.
She pointed her lapel.
"Yeah, I see. Okay luv, get on!"
He indicated the pillion seat.
"It's not far," argued Diana.
"Save a walk," he joked, "or come to my place and I'll make it a tenner."
Diana paused. She hadn't  expected  such big money. But she had also resolved always to use her own home, where she was safer.
He saw her uncertainty.
"Look, you can chain me up, if it'll make you feel safer."
"Cocksucking only, mind?"
"Yeah, honestly."
The money got the better of her resolve and soon they were speeding to a different part of town.

  "Much further?" she yelled, for they had been whizzing along for twenty minutes.
"Nearly there."
There was more behind her question than he knew.  For they were in Diana's old haunts.
They were in Diana's parents' road! She dreaded her dad, coming home from the pub, might see her. But he would hardly recognise his son would he?
The bike stopped at last, a few streets on.
With a shock, Diana saw they were on the old familiar bomb site.
This wasn't one of her former mates, was it?
No, she'd have recognised him.
He dismounted, gave Diana ten crisp oners and helped her get off.
Their destination was a shell of a different house.
"Don't worry, it's cosy inside," the biker assured her.
It was.
A different cellar, which was locked. Inside was an incredible array of thongs and chains and whips. Diana immediately drew back, despite wanting to earn that tenner, and even more to suck that cock.
He saw her recoil.
"Look, chain me up, now!"  he ordered, "Then you can get away if you feel unsafe."
Promptly, Diana did as she was told. He was now handcuffed to a wall, on a chain that he proved to her, could only reach to a quarter of the cellar.
"You lie there." He indicated a carpet within range of his chain.
She slowly obeyed. It was stained not only with age but bore more recent signs of sexual activity.
She smiled at him, still uncertain.
"You wanna undress me?" he asked.
That turned her on. Suddenly she began pulsing with excitement. He spotted that at once.
"Come on then baby, and I'll give it you!"
As she began to pull down his leggings, he grabbed her.
What followed passed in a whirl.
He had her in handcuffs before she did fend him off, and struggling, quit the dark cellar, her honor fortuitously intact, ten pounds still in her handbag, and a wiser if sadder prostitute.
A pound was spent on a taxi home. Before she had got this lift, she could have had some easy potential customers, several men spotted her with the handcuffs and surmised that here was a most unusual bint for hire. The taxi driver himself made remarks that indicated he would not be averse to "a bit of fun."
This was not what Diana had expected.

Early next evening, she took to the streets again. She'd passed an enjoyable day spending some of her earnings, and she simply loved wearing one of the sailor's dress she'd been given. She had decided she'd really stand out tonight dressed in this costume which a label described as Sailor Mars.
She strutted down the street and stopped beside Nina who was looking rather ordinary in her same old cotton top and leather skirt.
"Wow," exclaimed Nina, "where d'you get that?"
"I want your help, please," replied Diana, without replying to Nina's query.
Having thought it over all day, Diana knew she badly needed advice. 
Nina looked pleased.
"Oh, here's the two pound for your, er, club."
Nina took it and looked deeply at her new protege.
"You're doing well, eh? So how can I help, my little girl?"
Seeing Diana's shyness, she put her arms round her with an encouraging squeeze.
Diana had thought about it all very carefully. Nina mustn't of course find out she is male, so she didn't want to become one of Nina's countless lovers. But she knew they both shared this love of sex, in their own different ways and she was sure Nina could help.  Only she couldn't explain that she wasn't actually the girl she was posing as. 
As the tart Nina filled Diana in with a few tips, some helpful, some irrelevant to her, she suddenly was struck with an idea. 
"Learning on the job, that's what you need. I'll show you how I do it!"

Diana stood in the shadows of the alleyway, as, in the setting sun, Nina stood provactively  in her usual haunt. The two dock workers Diana had met yesterday were among the passers by. Nina picked on the unshaven one and whispered a few words to him.
He nodded and left his friend, then Diana heard Nina ask,
"You don't mind if someone watches us do you John?"
"Is she gonna have me too?" he asked excitedly.
"No, I said watch. You behave yourself, or you'll find yourself in trouble."
With a shrug that suggested I don't mind, he took Nina's hand. She took Diana's in turn, and the three strolled along the pavement. A bobby on the beat smiled as he saw them, a threesome was an uncommon sight.
As they walked, Nina revealed John was one of her regulars.  He liked being 'naughty.' 
Here was Nina's flat.  Sandra the maid opened the door, curtsied, and managed to hide her mild surprise. She had seen most things this maid. The flat was finished to a high standard, signs everywhere that Nina spent her money well. Sandra took John's fee then took her mistress's instructions, which time John began fondling Diana. 
"I warned you," screamed Nina, as she came back, to find Diana struggling in his grasp. "Right, you've gone too far this time. You're not gonna like today's punishment!"
John looked at her in expectation, clearly he thought he really would enjoy the punishment.
John was undressed slowly. "He likes it this way," Nina told her protege, "keep 'em tantalized, little girl." 
Diana didn't dare ask, what if they're busting, like her sailor from Japan. Anyway her mind was more occupied thinking what kinda dick was gonna burst out from under those jeans. His bulging cock became a magnet to her eyes. He lifted Nina's skirt.
"Not so fast, my boy," cried Nina, "you haven't paid the price for your bad behavior yet. She slapped his wrist and made her naked client lie down. He wasn't naked for long. She dressed him as a babydoll!
He struggled, but her threats of You Won't Get It, calmed him somewhat.
"You have to show them who's in charge," she confided to Diana.
At last, baby was complete, with teat, frilly short dress, only baby's cock poking out was incongruous, otherwise she'd have been a beautiful adult baby.
"There's a good girlie," cooed Nina, "Now baby can have her reward!"
Diana gazed as Nina hovered over the reclining client, and gasped as his bulging dick penetrated his whore.
"He loves being humiliated," Nina called out to Diana. It was equally clear that Nina loved it every bit as much.
Diana had learned quite a few new subtle techniques by the time the satisfied John departed.

"I like you," Nina said to Diana, as she reclined in the patch of cum left by her client. As she leaned over for a kiss, Diana stood up hastily.
"Oh please, don't go," Nina sounded as if she were pleading. "That's it, sit down. I won't touch if you don't want. It's just that... I wanna undress you!"
Diana made as if to stand up again.
"No, please," begged Nina, "I only want to try on your lovely sailor dress, I've never seen one that stunning before."
Diana sat down. She knew she ought to go, but sensed Nina could help her more.
"Look, I expect you've heard about me?"
Diana nodded.
"Well, it's true, I do love to have sex with anyone, nearly everyone really. But I won't with you."
Diana wondered why this concession.
"Unless you want to," Nina added.
Diana shook her head and answered,
"But I really do like you Nina. Oh, look, try my dress on."
"Can I? Thanks awfully."
"You can strip me too, if you want, as long as that's all."
"I promise."
Diana suddenly remembered this would be fatal. Did she want Nina to know her true identity?
"Only my dress," added Diana, "not the pantie."
Nina gave a slight sigh, and lifted the coveted dress from off Diana's shoulders.
As she did so, she began instructing her pupil in some subtle ways of attracting men. 
It was extremely useful. As Diana lay back in her pantie, and blouse that covered her small padded bra,  Nina delighted herself putting on the Sailor Moon dress, complete with gloves, choker and sparkling headband. 
She caressed it in sheer paradise.
Lots more intimate tips followed, as she waltzed round the room in a sort of daydream.
"I know just the customer for you," Nina promised."He's usually there tomorrow night. I'll point him out to you."

Diana was waiting next evening in her Sailor Venus costume, drawing admiring glances from her fellow hookers as well as several men. She turned a couple away, saying she was waiting for Nina. Where was she?
Suddenly the half dozen girls dispersed. A police car screeched to a halt.
"Inside," shouted the inspector, Nina was inside already!
Nina had a quiet word with the driver, and they were both released.
"What was that about?" gasped Diana.
"Oh the inspector wanted to have sex with you," remarked Nina very casually, "I told him I wouldn't oblige him next time, if he took you."
Diana breathed deeply.
"Several of the coppers take advantage and get us for free."
What a narrow escape she'd had- or was it another missed chance?
"But why were you in the car?" asked Diana puzzled.
"Oh they picked me up half an hour ago," she answered breezily. "They drove me to a quiet spot where the driver had me. He was great! The inspector was gonna have me too, but he said he'd prefer not to get his stuff mixed up with his colleague's  muck, so he came looking.... and found you!"
She pushed her fingers into her pantie and  pulled it out all sticky.
"Wanna lick?" As Diana declined, she greedily sucked her finger with relish.

"That's him!"
Nina point to a smart well dressed tall man in his thirties.
"Pose like I showed you," urged Nina.
Diana splayed her legs apart, hands on hips, her sailor costume gently puffing out in the breeze.
He  crossed the road, and as Nina watched from the alleyway, Diana asked him the usual question.
"It'll be two, or three without," she stated, pointing to her lapel.
"Three," he agreed. "I'm Howard."
And they went off arm in arm.
He was a bit worn looking, not unattractive, but life couldn't have treated him well. He had a kind face. Diana wished she knew why Nina had thought he was suitable for her.
They made for Nina's flat. Nina had said that he was used to this place, and as Diana knew it now also, she had thanked Nina for letting her use it "this once."
Diana explained they were going to Nina's flat, he said he didn't mind, and Diana became ever more excited at the prospect.
"You're high," he grinned at her accusingly as they neared the flat.
"Only in anticipation," she laughed.
Sandra the maid let them in. She was evidently expecting them, and having collected Howard's payment,  took them to Nina's entertaining room, where Diana had watched and learned only twenty four hours before.
They lay on the plush silk bedsheets.
"I-I think I should tell you I'm Nina's ex," he confessed.
"Oh, does that matter?" replied Diana sweetly.
"No of course not, but you ought to know. I expect you've already found out she's an utter nympho. She eats men alive.  And women," he added glancing at Diana.
"Not me," asserted Diana confidently.
"Really?" he laughed, "that's amazing. perhaps she's turned over a new leaf. But I doubt it. You'd better take care, she'll eat you alive!"
"Thanks for the warning. Now shall we get on with it. I'm busting to see your cock."
He began to kiss her, and she rather got carried away with his excellence. She allowed him on top of her, she loved the feel of his erect dick pressing on the pad which she used to cover over her own cock. 
"You're not a girl at all!" he exclaimed all of a sudden.
"Oh I am. What are you talking about. Is that some kinda joke?"
"No, I know. Okay, I'll come clean, I am actually a q---- myself."
He didn't need to say more, for Diana was already kissing him furiously.
She stripped him down, more than ever now wanting to receive his fat dick. Then he stripped off her pretty sailor outfit, and the pair gasped lustfully at each other, utterly naked, and utterly panting for sexual excitement.
"How you like to do it?" the client asked.
"Whatever turns you on!"
The door loudly opened and in came Sandra, a camera in her hand. She took several photos of them naked in each other's arms. Nina followed her in and laughed. Then they left.

Alone again, Diana was eager to consummate their passion.
She was beyond all care or reason.
 Howard could not. His erection had slumped and he revealed how utterly demanding his ex was and is.
"Don't you understand, she's got you where she wants?" he  looked at Diana with pity, pushing away her advances.
"Oh I don't care."
"I think you will. Do you know she made me do all this? Even though I agreed to help her, I guessed she wouldn't let me have you."
It was Diana's turn to look incredulous.
"I picked you up," she said.
"Yeah. But she fixed it, didn't she?"
"Oh I see." Diana went pale.
"She told me," explained Howard, "to pay for sex with you. She said she thought she recognized you from some place, and thought you might be a man. My job was to find out. I'm sorry kid, maybe you can gimme your address and we can pick up without her knowing. I really did fancy you."
He left Diana alone wth her thoughts.
She tried to understand what Nina was up to.
Already, before Nina had come back,  she had an inkling of how things stood.

"Little girl," Nina laughed, how very sweet you are- only of course, you're not a girl! Come to your mummy!"
She beckoned to Diana who lay on the bed.
"Come to your mummy!" she shouted.
As Diana remained motionless, awaiting her fate like some weak fly in a spider's web, Nina called out to her maid.
Sandra came in holding some large photos, and grabbed her mistress round the waist. Together they admired the camerawork.
"Very good snaps, aren't they, mistress?" she turned one to Diana. 
Two thick dicks seemed to be eyeballing each other, smiling and glistening, while the faces of the two naked participants were undeniably clear.
"You know what mistress's friend the inspector would say?" continued the maid, "if he happened to see them?"
"I'd say it wasn't me," blustered Diana.
"I can prove it is," insisted Nina, "and you'd be in big trouble. They don't like nancy boys down at the station. But let's not look on the black side. Come here my pretty little Girl."
Slowly, but surely, Diana got up. Sandra went to help her make the steps towards her new mistress, as Diana seemed in a daze.
"No, we don't want her upset, do we Sandra? You do as you're told and you'll be fine. Will you?"
"Oh I suppose I have to."
"You do, but don't put it like that little Girl. We'll help you enjoy it, if you are a Good Girl. So sound more enthusiastic, and call me mistress like Sandra."
"Oh, er, yes Nina."
Smack!
"Oh, yes mistress."
"That's better. Now we'll put away these nasty photos and say no more about them- unless we have to," she added warningly.
"Thank you mistress."
"Now you may lie down."
"But I wanna go home."
"When mistress tells you, you obey, little Girl."
Nina picked up the sailor costume, discarded so recently in the heat of passion, now it was donned by an even more randy woman.
Sandra helped her mistress put it on to perfection, and Nina admired her sexy looks in a full length mirror.
What followed was humiliating. 
Her mistress cooed over her like a mummy,  forcing her into a babydoll dress, and then gave her to the tender mercies of her maid.
"Sandra have you milky drinky for baby?"
Obediently Sandra produced a teated bottle.
"No wait!"
Nina exposed her breasts and leaned over Diana's head and stunned naked form. The nipples were moist and Diana had no choice but to suck or suffocate in her breast. She sucked. In other circumstances it would have been nice.
As she sucked she felt her dick being masturbated. It was an easy job to make it erect, for it had been building up to a climax tonight, though in far different circumstances than Diana had imagined.
Then she felt Nina's weight pressing on her, her dick enveloped, and she couldn't help spraying her dubious offering right up inside Nina, becoming yet another of her many victims. 
"You want her too?" Nina asked Sandra.
"Perhaps not tonight mistress. I only want you!"
"Fair enough, that's after this tart has gone. Well, I'll keep the dress- if you don't mind, little Girl."
Diana had little choice.
"Next time, wear that other sailor suit I saw. How many of them have you?"
"Four mistress. Well three, now you are keeping that one."
"Okay, come back here tomorrow at noon. Off home with you. Take your mac, it's cold. We don't want men getting the wrong idea, seeing a big baby walking along the street do we?"

Next morning, Diana was debating in her mind whether she dare disobey her new mistress. 
She could easily run away, abandoning her new house. Nina didn't know where she came from. She could go home and become Don again. 
Yet did she want to leave now? She was certain her deepest desires would soon be met.
But with Nina watching over her, would she even be given the chance?
Nina had those photos. Diana had to go along with her.
I think she likes me, and she certainly likes those sailor outfits, decided Diana. Maybe I can play on that, she told herself, I think she hasn't met a tart like me before!
So with a slight optimism, Diana kept her noon appointment. She dearly would have liked to have been independent of Nina, but at least Nina's hold over her offered protection, security and from what had been hinted, regular work, and thus money.
But once she got to Nina's, she was wishing she had gone back home to mum.
"Mistress welcomes you, little Girl," smiled Sandra the maid, opening Nina's door. "Mistress told me to take you straight to the bathroom."
Obediently, Diana went behind her, musing over what this could mean.
"Bend over please," said Sandra, once they were in the luxurious shower room.
With a great deal of anxiety, Diana bent over. Ought she to have come?
Her tension increased next minute when the maid lifted down Diana's pantie.
"Breathe in," she ordered, "this won't hurt. That's it. Keep yourself firm."
Diana felt a tube squeeze into her anus. A gooey substance filled her rectum.
"What is it?" asked Diana, in alarm.
"I think you know," answered Sandra, "nothing harmful. Just wait here until you've fully cleared out your back passage."
She had gone.

"Well little Girl, are you feeling nice and fresh now?," said Nina, as Diana came down into Nina's lounge. "I'm pleased to see you in that lovely sailor suit. I hope you brought my babydoll things back? Good. Then put 'em on!"
"But I wanna wear my Sailor Saturn costume!"
"You do as I say from now on, little Girl. And don't forget to call me mistress, or I shall have to get Sandra to punish you.  You'll be all ready to earn me some cash!"
"You mean - me some cash, mistress?"
"No I don't. You'll have a cut of course, and don't answer back ever again."
"No. No mistress. How much do I get?"
"Well let's go fifty fifty," declared Nina airily, leaving the room.
"You see," Sandra butted in, "Mistress is pregnant and badly wants to keep this one. She needs to supplement her income, and you are her ticket."
Diana wondered for a second if she was the father- no, Nina couldn't know so soon! 
"Now before you start earning," Sandra added, "mistress desires you to service her. Go up to her room, she's waiting for you."
"But I need to keep my cum, so I can be on edge for my clients!" protested Diana.
"Look, don't argue with me either, little Girl. Mistress is in charge. I do what she tells me. You must also, if you know what's good for you. Don't keep her waiting."
With a kindly pull, the maid removed the lovely costume, and dressed Diana in the sweet babydoll dress, before setting Diana off in the right direction.
She was certainly getting her ration of sex now, even though it wasn't how she wanted it at all. As the babydoll climbed the stairs, she laughed at the thought that Tom and Don's other old mates would be so jealous if they could watch this.
That thought spurred her into entering Nina's bedroom.

It was a shock to see Howard there too.
"I'm giving him his reward for yesterday," Nina announced candidly, "he helped me trap you, so I'm allowing him to take you."
Diana's heart leaped.
"Ah, not like you want, my little Girl. One day maybe, when mistress pleases."
"Please please mistress."
"Yes, one day as I said, I wanna let you know I do reward you when you please me. Come here an' please me now, little Girl."
Gingerly Diana approached her mummy.
"Straight in darling," she ordered.
Diana didn't enjoy it, as she crouched over her mummy, who was dressed, you could predict, as Sailor Venus. Mummy pulled at Diana's dick and guided it towards her ever longing opening. Nina teased it, toyed with it, rubbed it as Diana suddenly felt her anus penetrated. It was Howard's reward.
His eager pulsing soon saw his favors bestowed into Diana as she felt a surge of hot cum explode inside her. It triggered a kind of chain reaction as she was pushed deep into Nina and throbbed her own delicious warmth into the writhing form of her mistress.
 
"Remain crouching little girl," mistress ordered,"Sandra, the butt plug!"
"Yes mistress."
Howard had withdrawn and gone to clean up, but no such luxury was afforded Diana. She remained over her mistress, fearful what might be next.
Nina was handed a plastic plug, which she delighted to show to her new conquest.
"This fits in there," she slapped Diana's naked backside, and fingered her anus."Notice this device at the opposite end to the plug. It fits a key, little girl, that is the only way this plug can be removed once it is in place."
Saying that she thrust it in.
"Ow!" squealed Diana. It went deeply in, a very tight squeeze.
"That's a good little gir! You can rise now."
Diana stood up and fingered her passage.
"No, you can't get at it, can you? Sandra has the key that can  fit into the lock and pull it out. But you don't want to lose all Howard's lovely cum that quickly do you, little girl?"
"No mistress."
In truth, Diana did like the feel of the cum slopping in her back passage as she strutted round, showing off her babydoll dress and dangling spent dick.
"It may seep out very slightly, so we'll put a little pantie on shall we?"
"Yes mistress."
"Now Sandra will fetch your mac, and we're ready to find your first client."

Diana stood next to Nina, touting for business.
She wasn't sure precisely what Nina had in mind. Nina had said she was pregnant, yet had carried on regardless, reckless Diana thought. Perhaps, despite what Sandra had suggested, she was trying to lose the baby, to save on doctor's fees.
"Wanna sweet babydoll?" Nina asked a forty something man who was slowly walking past them. She flashed open Diana's mac to reveal her sweet baby in all her glory.
The man turned to Nina, "how about you?" he asked.
"Sorry, mister, not today."
Was this the first time Nina had ever turned down a chance of sex?
Diana was still working out Nina's motives, when the words rang our again,
"Wanna sweet babydoll?" This to a serious looking young man who looked like a college student, way off his beaten track.
When he saw what was on offer he nodded with enthusiasm. It's what he's here for, thought Diana, smiling sweetly.
"Thirty bob, or two pound without," demanded Nina.
He was on the point of agreeing, when Nina smartly closed Diana's mac, and produced a fag.
The lad looked bewildered. Next moment however Nina's actions became clear.
"What's going on here?" The inspector had drawn up in his police car.
"Hi, Alf," Nina greeted him as warmly as she could, "only getting a light from this young gent."
Inspector Alf looked at the three of them. He wasn't born yesterday.
"Off with you," he ordered the young man, who turned away disappointed, "my driver will take you home- and don't let me see you loitering here again." To Nina, he added, "he goes to my son's sixth form, ought to know better."
He looked at the pair of them suspiciously.
"You again," he said staring at Diana. "You ought to know better too."
He could see Diana wasn't the usual class of tart round here.
"Okay, Alf, quit playing," argued Nina, "do you want me, or her?"
"Well," he scrutinized them both anew, "what's she like?"
He was asking Nina of her friend in the plastic mac.
"Come and see."

Sandra let the three indoors, Inspector Alf looking round to check in case anyone had noticed him.
"I've just got time," he murmured. "Have I just?!"
He added this as Sandra took off Diana's mac to reveal her babydoll outfit.
Frilly bonnet, pink babydress with loads of ruffles, frilly panties, and, as her leggings were removed, sweet little bootees.
"Where did you come from little girl?"
"Me is a good girl," Diana replied. Nina had told her how to talk to her customers. "Me want you!"
"Me also baby. Look, I haven't time to undress!"
Diana felt quite horny as the man with the uniform began kissing her. She desperately hoped that as he had to get back to his work, it would be a blow job.
But she was disappointed.
"Alf likes doggy style," Nina explained, so Diana was made to pose on the bed.
At the same time Sandra drew the curtains, making the room very dark. Diana surmised it was so the policeman didn't learn she was male!
It was pitch dark, the curtains were double lined.
"I'll show you the way," Nina whispered to Alf, who was beginning to like this novel new approach.
Nina pulled out his dick, firm and strong.
"Big boy!" she laughed, "I've a treat for you Alf. Sandra has to unlock Babydoll's butt plug to let you in!"
"Bring her on," he laughed, as Nina stroked him.
With a pop the dripping plug was pulled out.
A cascade of used cum splashed over the inspector's pants. He was too preoccupied to notice.
Diana's anus was well lubricated by the old cum, and he easily pushed in, with a grunt of pleasure. Inside he rose to a crescendo of pleasure as he pulsed his load into babydoll. 
A camera flash illuminated the scene.
"Hey, what you up to?" snarled Alf, alarmed.
"Oh nothing much," retorted Nina. She couldn't say more until the print was developed. "A little souvenir."
"I'd better take charge of that," demanded Inspector Alf. But Sandra had already whisked the camera away and though Alf charged after her, she locked herself in her own maid's bedroom.
"You'll hear more about this," Alf threatened.
"Better think twice, that photo might be poison for you," suggested Nina.
He slammed the door.
Nina returned to her babydoll.
"Well, that is a good baby," she praised her protege, "a very good baby indeed."
For Diana had shoved in the butt plug herself.
"Me like it," she admitted.
So Nina happily locked the inspector's cum  inside her baby,    until such time as her mistress decreed otherwise.
"I wonder, "mused Nina very pleased, "if he will notice all that stale cum splashed on his pants before his colleagues do!"
They grinned at each other.
"Now we must get out and earn some cash. We don't get nothing from the likes of Alf."

The first passer-by on the street corner happened to be none other than John, looking rougher and on his own.
He smiled at the girls.
"Got me cards," he said dolefully. "But I got money. Usual price.
"Wanna sweet babydoll?," Nina asked, displaying Diana's assets. But it's thirty bob, or two pound without," 
When he saw what was on offer he agreed instantly. 
Diana, smiled sweetly, "me like you."
Sandra took his pound notes, and the room was darkened, which made John alarmed.
"Don't worry," she cooed, "I'll guide you."
"Cor, blimey, is it both of yer then?"
"No, I'm baby's chaperone, that's all," said Nina, as she began undressing the excited unemployed dock worker.
Soon he was naked, and lying on the bed.
"She has a butt plug," explained the chaperone, I'll just unlock and pull it out, or you won't get much fun, will you?"
Pop!
"Cor, what's that?" he cried as a hot liquid flooded on to his prostrate form.
"It's from my last customer," babydoll explained, sitting on him and sensually rubbing her backside with the cum.
"You like it?"
"Yeah, you bet," John shouted in happiness. He was very erect.
He was taken by surprise, though he shouldn't have been, when Diana lifted her bottom and deftly positioned her opening on his pulsing cock. With a thrust it was captured inside her.
She made them roll over so he was on top. She didn't want to lose his cum, which was soon spurting intensely into her as he groaned in pleasure.
"Wow!" he exclaimed in his delight, as Diana pushed her plug right in. She was happy too. She lay over next to him. Nina leaned over the couple and pulled up Diana's pantie, and lifting down her babydoll dress. Nina could feel Diana was erect herself. She didn't want John to know that. The light went on, John staring admiringly at his conquest.
"Got another quid John," Nina suggested, "and I'll suck you and try and get some more out."
A pound changed hands and Diana moved over and jealously  had to watch as the dick that had so recently pleasured inside her was forced into growth by Nina's skill. Even more envious was Diana when Nina expeled it and opened her mouth so that that same dick could spout out its latest gift of cum into Nina. She gobbled it down joyfully.Why didn't she let me do that, Diana asked herself. But she didn't dare ask that question out loud.

"I expect you're tired," Nina asked.
"I am a bit, mistress."
"Well, we'll call it a day, once you have pleasured me."
"Again, mistress?"
Smack!
"You don't answer me like that, little Girl. A shame, cos you have been such a good little girlie for me. Sandra, the cane."
Sandra fetched a six foot bamboo cane.
Pantie lowered, it began pummeling poor Diana's backside.
"Ow. Oww!"
Nina was enjoying herself.
A dozen lashes then she pulled her babydoll on top of her, Diana's back on her bosoms.
Sandra took the cane and removed the dress, leaving only bonnet and bootees. The mistress's sailor costume came off and their entwined naked forms were wrapped in passion. Certainly Nina's was passion, Diana relaxed her body and let her mistress do as she pleased.  
As Nina clung  to her baby, Sandra handed the key and Nina and unlocked the plug, Cascading  down on her body splashed John's recent gifts. Sandra wriggled her body so the cum acted as a kind of  lubrication between the pair of them, as she enjoyed this sensation, she said very matter-of-factly, 
"we won't be troubled by Inspector Alf no more." She giggled.
"Oh why mistress?"
"Cos that photo shows him clearly caught in the act with you."
"But how will that stop him, mistress?"
"It will, cos if his superiors see that he's having intercourse with a qu---, he'd be sacked."
Nina turned the sticky backside of Diana over so the pair faced each other. They kissed.
"One day, I'll give you your reward, you sweet little girl. I might even," she teased, "give you that photo of you and Howard."
"Thank you mistress."
"That's too much talking. Give me your stuff, little girl!"
And if Diana was reluctant, she could not withstand her mistress rubbing her dick into excitement and plunging it inside her glowing body.
"Mmmmm," sighed Nina in ecstasy
Nina was very satisfied. She lay back in rapture. Diana wasn't that displeased herself. She knew now she was bisexual.
"You may go home now," Nina said dismissively.  
Babydoll got dressed and in her mac made her way sadly home. She was sad because her rectum was empty.

Next day was very much the same, only different.
It began like yesterday with an enema.
In a way, Diana admitted she loved that feeling of cum sloshing around her rectum, with a teeny weeny seepage of it on to her pantie. Of course, her craving for cocksucking was still intense. more intense since it was unsatisfied,
but if mistress was denying her this fulfilment, at least a creampie of anal sex provided a more long lasting pleasure. If only one could keep the mouthful of cum in the same way!
After her cleansing, it was sex with mistress as usual. 
Only this was different for, sailor suit discarded and babydoll put on, mummy Nina breastfed baby while Sandra explored baby's other end.
Sandra toyed with the dick, teased it, even licked it and got Nina to have a taste too, then to Diana's amazement, she stopped.
"Let's keep you on edge like you asked, shall we?"
"Thank you mistress. Me like that."
But Nina herself got her satisfaction from her maid, who caressed her fanny, still moistened by Diana's precum, as the lights were switched out, and in the dark, baby heard the pair kissing and writhing in each other's arms.
"My maid is very adaptable," she laughed, as they climaxed, and Diana knew mistress had done it partly to make Diana even more 'on edge.'

Women off afternoon shopping gave the two tarts some stares, most disapproving, though Nina did cheekily ask one for a quid. The lady turned on Nina and laughed, "maybe on my way back."
A sailor came strolling along. At first Nina thought it was her friend from the boat from Japan, but he was younger and slimmer.
"Thirty bob or forty without," called Nina, as Diana flashed her babydoll dress.
He didn't need a second invitation.
Diana really hoped he wouldn't want a condom. It wasn't the same- for her.
As luck had it, he had come onshore for a few day's leave. He'd been at sea for five weeks.
Today they were to use Diana's house. Nina didn't explain why. As they made their way there, Diana fervently hoped he'd been saving up his cum like her friend who'd held himself all the way from Japan.
"I'm busting," he admitted.
Sandra wasn't around today, but Nina had brought the plug key.
She took the two pounds, then held baby's hand like a protecting mummy.
"You will be gentle with my little baby?" she asked the sailor.
"Anything you say miss," said the sailor, his pants down revealing a mottled dick that, considering his age, look well worn.
Diana crouched ready to receive him.
He moved to her face to show her the ugly object. For a minute it looked like a blowjob, but Nina told him, she couldn't allow her baby to see such naughty things. The curtains were pulled, and as it was not fully dark, Nina insisted the sailor be blindfold.
"If you say miss, hurry up, though, I can't wait much more."
With one hand steadying baby, Nina used her other to guide the sailor's dick into place.
"There you are sailor boy, what have you got for my little girl?"
The answer came swiftly. 
Rudely into her opening Diana felt the dick pierce, squeezing in then fiercely rubbing, before the inevitable climax as his weeks of cum poured into babydoll. Quickly mummy shoved in the plug, then grasped his dribbling dick and sucked it.
This was such a surprise to him that he gasped in excitement.
"Can you make me cum again?" he panted.
Of course she could.
Diana was once again envious, her only comfort the ocean of cum tickling her overjoyed rectum.
"No extra charge," Nina generously told the sailor, though he was so amazed he doubled the fee.

Back on the street, late afternoon now, the female shopper who had joked with them returned, laden with bags.
"Wanna go now?" Nina asked.
The shopper hesitated, but shook her head.
"I really want a man," she giggled.
Nina called after her saying they could oblige, but she had gone.
"It makes me think," Nina mused.
"How d'you mean?"
"Oh it's given me an idea, that's all."
She cut herself short, as she spied another woman, who had hurriedly crossed the road as if to avoid them.
Nina ran over and grabbed the girl by the arm.
There was an argument which Diana couldn't hear.  She saw the girl was Mary, the tart on crack who had kindly tipped her off about Nina. How right she had been! But it was too late to change all that.
Mary recrossed the street, hand in hand with Nina.
If that was a surprise, what Mary said next was even more of a shock.
"Hello Diana. You didn't think I'd be one your clients!"
"You, why, how..."
"I wanna be in charge for once, not be at the whim of my clients. I wanna order you what to do. Oh, you don't mind, do you?"
"Pleased."
They strolled to Diana's house.
"I've always wanted to see inside a real tart's room," sighed Mary.
"Cor, it's lovely," she admired the decor, at which time she handed Nina the pound note, then rushed into the bedroom.
Diana folded back the bed sheet, so recently vacated by the sailor. She brushed aside some smears of cum spilled from Nina's mouth.
Nina was one for surprises today.
"Give her the full job, won't you?"
"If you say mistress."
"Mind you do, cos I'm leaving you alone now, I've got to get back to Sandra."
So Diana was alone with Mary.
Diana patted the bed.
Mary sat next to her.
"Gosh this is different," she admitted, I've often thought what it's like to be a client."
"What would you like?"
Diana removed her mac, which had incongruously remained on.
"That's a sweet dress," exclaimed Mary. "Actually, I'd like to be your baba!"
"Oh okay, gimme a minute and I'll get this dress off."
"Perhaps I ought to tell you," admitted Mary, "I know you're not a girl."
Diana didn't know what to reply.
"You see," added Mary confidentially, "Nina just told me."
But why should she do that, thought Diana.
"She's promised to supply me with crack if I behave, I think she means by that, not tell anyone about you."
"Oh."
"I wouldn't have come otherwise. I don't think same sex is right, do you?"
Diana didn't answer that.
She had stripped down. Since Mary knew, it didn't matter.
Very greedily, Mary picked up the discarded babydoll dress, bootees and bonnet and was lying on the bed, kicking her little legs happily.
"We don't have to do anything- if you don't want," offered Mary, who didn't look overimpressed with Diana's size in dicks.
"No, you're my client, you say what you'd like," answered Diana. She guessed if she didn't go thru with it properly, Nina would find out somehow, as she threatened.
"Oooh thanks," smiled Mary. "Please can you put on that lovely sailor costume I've seen you in."
"Yeah, which one?"
"One was blue and red, I think."
Diana was more than pleased to don the Sailor Mars costume.
"How you want it?"
Mary pointed to her mouth. Diana slipped on the condom and soon both of them were screaming with pleasure as Diana rubbed and Mary sucked. The cum in Diana's rectum swishing around intensified her passion. Suddenly she tensed and released her little load. It filled the condom, and Mary caressed it with her tongue.
"Thanks," she gasped, "I've learned quite  a lot about being the client."
She removed the babydoll clothing, and got dressed in her worn tart's things.
As she turned to go, she added,
"Actually Nina gave me that pound. Why d'you think she did that?" 

"We're off on holiday tomorrow," announced Nina, returning with the good news. Sandra is making all the arrangements."
"Ooo, where to?" 
"Oh Paris," said Nina, as though it were nowhere special.
Diana beamed. This would be an exciting new experience.
"Of course, it'll be a working holiday, and when we get back Sandra has made some new plans for our business."
She wouldn't reveal any more, besides I liked the idea of waiting to find out her  mysterious surprises.
"Got time for one more client," suggested Nina," we can't have you resting yet."
"Okay Nina," and in her Sailor Mars outfit, she posted herself at the street corner.
Her open mac revealed her sexy outfit as well as the hopeful invitation Cocksucker Only.
Suddenly, she was hurriedly buttoning it up.
While they had had no more bother from the police, here was Mr Lawson  strolling along the pavement. Surely he was a bit late to  be going home from work?
"Ah," he stopped by the tart, "it's er Diana, isn't it?"
"Oh yes, Mr Lawson," fancy seeing you here."
"I'm checking up, it's part of my job," his explanation sounded plausible. He was a good looking guy.
"On me?"
"On you all," he said, "we have had police reports of, well, I can't tell you exactly what. But anyway, how are you keeping?"
"Oh very well, thank you Mr Lawson."
"You have still got that doctor's number?"
"Yes thank you, but I haven't needed it actually."
"Good, er good."
He seemed to want to say more.
On both occasions that they'd met, she thought he might be after her, but was too shy.
This time she decided to see if she was right.
"Come along Mr Lawson," she grabbed his hand, "I'll show you my house and you can see if any of those police reports apply to me."
"Well I don't know," he said, though he was already walking alongside her. "Perhaps it would be best to check to reassure you that there are no infractions of regulations in your abode."
Diana laughed. More excited was she that here was a real man, with a real cock she could have for herself.
"Come in Mr Lawson. You wanna make sure my home meets your regulations."
He had been reluctant to enter, but that  remark made him do as bidden.
"Yes indeed," Lawson agreed, "I would not wish you to be in breach of our regulations."
Whatever were those regulations, Diana didn't care. Maybe Lawson didn't either, after Diana gave him a resounding kiss.
"I'll show you upstairs," she promised.
He nodded assent and was led up the stairs, Diana eager, he very nervous.
Heaven was waiting for them both!
"Whoops, sorry!" It was Nina.
As Diana opened the door to her entertaining room, Nina emerged from Diana's bedroom. She was stark naked. Lawson coughed apologetically.
Nina didn't seem to care.
Lawson took the lead now,  making clear he wanted to drag Diana into the room where he sought fulfillment.
"A quick word," said Nina to the tart, "don't worry sir, she'll be with you in a minute." This to the client.
As Lawson went in to make himself 'at home,'  Nina took Diana aside into her bedroom.
Sandra lay in bed, only the bedsheet covering her nakedness.
"Sorry to interrupt little girl, but you do know he is from the council."
"Yes, if that's all..."
"Nearly, you're not to take him orally," warned Nina.
Diana's face fell.
"Why not?" she protested.
"I say so," was Nina's bald response. "I've told you that your chance will come, but not yet. Understand?"
"Yes mistress," declared Diana, not hiding her disappointment.
"Rememember, we are next door, so don't even think of disobeying."
"No mistress."
 "Now go and let the filthy pevert have you."
Lawson was in bed when Diana came in.
Diana switched off the light. The curtains were already drawn.
She joined her client on the bed.
"You want it doggy style?" she inquired.
"Any way, as long as it's in the regulations," he laughed.
Diana crouched and then realized her plug was still in!
"I'm sorry, Mr Lawson, I won't keep you waiting." Even though it was dark, she could see he was naked. His erect dick seemed to glow like some lighthouse.
She found Nina back in bed with Sandra. 
All three ran into Lawson's room.
"You don't mind Mr Lawson, do you, I need a chaperone."
Which was nonsense, but she had to explain away Nina's presence. As for Sandra, who had now donned a negligee, Diana said nothing.
Resuming her crouching position, Nina removed Diana's plug, pushing up her form, so her last cum tribute remained inside.
"She's half full of cum already," Nina told the client, "you can fill her up!"
He needed no more encouragment.
Like a wild animal he was on top her, and inside and pulsing his dick in the cool foam donated by the unemployed worker.
With a loud groan of pleasure he added his own offering and collapsed on the bed.
Nina pushed in the plug, Diana loving the sensation of two sets of cum competing for possesion of her inside.
"I think you met my regulations," laughed Lawson as he left, expressing his profoundest appreciation, by leaving five oners.

"Bonjour monsieur, madame," chorused Nina and Diana in unison.
They were on the streets of Paris, twinkling under the evening lights, in a district Nina had been told about. You would hardly have recognised her.
She was dressed in a spiv's stripped suit that fairly successfully hid her bosoms thanks to a little padding on her stomach. 
Diana was in her old tart's outfit, the pair of them touting for business from any adventurous French couple.
Hence they had turned aside a number of saucy Frenchmen, and concentrated their attentions on couples walking home after a night out. So far they had met only blank refusals.
Diana was enjoying acting the complete tart. 
It had been a mere twenty four hours ago that Lawson had had his fill of her, and the change of air perhaps was the reason she still was swishing that same cum inside her, making her feel delightfully cheap and as utterly randy as her partner.
Surely they would get a bite soon.
More offers from single French clients were turned down, a couple of scrubbers shouted at them, and though the French was incomprehensible, their meaning was clear.
Then a car screeched to a halt by their lamp post.  A gentleman in evening dress  leaned out of the rear window, and  invited them in.
Nina refused, but then he said his wife would be waiting for them at home. Diana and Nina jumped in, and a chauffeur sped them away. It was  against all Diana's principles to go to an unknown client's home, but this was the first person who had taken any interest.
Diana sat on his right, Nina on his left.
They didn't talk much, once Nina had established a juicy fee, over ten quid in British currency. Diana looked him up and down. He was sixty if a day. She wasn't entirely clear what Nina intended. It had to be played by ear, Nina had earlier told Diana.
I'm not sure if I fancy him, Diana was telling herself, he's too old for me, reminds me of that awful fellow who pestered me when I was starting up. Even though this was a gentleman and didn't smell, except of cologne, Diana hoped she might be paired with his wife.
Pourboire, was what Nina was discussing now. It had something to do with more payment.
They had left town and drawn up outside a small chateau.
They walked to the imposing front door.
"He's paying extra if I please him," whispered Nina, "I think he's a qu---. He says his wife is much younger than he and  is a bit of a nympho- I think I understood his French aright. Anyway, you should have no difficulty with her."
We were inside the grand building, a cocktail was poured as the tarts sat and sipped politely. The payment was made. The gent said his wife would be down as soon as she'd changed into "something attractive." Diana began to feel excited.
A drowsy feeling overcame them both. They had been drugged, too late the knowledge came to them.
They were both still awake, but unable to resist as the gent pulled down his trousers. At the same time his chauffeur came in, wearing a chic Parisian ball gown in dark velvet.
The gent was already penetrating the unperturbed Nina. The chauffeur had less success when he discovered his woman was, like him, no woman.
As Nina groaned in ecstasy, Diana began to cry too, in sheer happiness that at last she was being made to suck cock. It was a big throbbing one too, and as it pulsed its cum down her throat she gripped the chauffeur as tight as she could.
The chauffeur drove them back to their hotel, giving Diana a final kiss of appreciation and a nice tip. 
"It's worth a few quid," Diana informed her, "and I got a bonus too, so perhaps it was worthwhile."
They decided to abandon that enterprise and the rest of the time was spent picking up lusting Frenchmen,  many of whom were besotted by the sexy sailor outfits the pair of them wore.
It was a very profitable trip.

On their return, Sandra quietly took Diana aside, and advised that they were stopping off in London for a few hours.
They visited Harley Street, surely not for soliciting Diana grinned to herself. 
"No, it's to see the doctor she uses," Sandra explained as they sat together in a spacious waiting room, during Nina's consultation.
"Ah, so she is having her baby aborted is she?"
"Well no, not exactly," replied Sandra. "To be honest, we made up that story about her expecting a baby!" 
Diana was gobsmacked.
"But," added Sandra, "it might have been partly true, because she's here today to find out if she really is pregnant."
Nina emerged from the consulting room, beaming.  There was no need to ask if she was gonna have a baby.
"I'm sure you're the father," Nina told Diana as they resumed their journey homewards. "Sandra told you we were making it up, but I knew that night after Inspector Alf was trapped that I was on heat. It might have been the night before, when we did that threesome and Howard took you from behind as you enjoyed f---ing me.
Diana still didn't know what to say.
But at least she had enjoyed her first cocksucking- with a real Frenchman.

Mary had been busy in their absence preparing the other scheme Nina had thought up. Nina was sure there was a demand for male pimps, even if none advertized themselves in their area. She remedied that with a phone number in the kiosk, labeled, 'Di, or the man you die for.'
Quite a few clients had already joined a waiting list, so there was no rest for Diana.
"Three in one night!" she protested, "I'm not sure I'll have the strength."
"Oh you will," promised Nina, "these tablets are the latest thing! Between the girls, you can go and look for a man, if you like, by way of a change."
"Cocksucking, mistress, please?" begged Di.
"Not quite yet, soon, I promise."
"Yes mistress," exclaimed the disappointed Diana.
"But try another pill. Now your enema has worked thru, this one will make you constipated. Then you can enjoy several day's of cum inside you!"
"Oh thank you mistress." The very idea of it made Diana go all randy.
The first female turned up at five o'clock.
Diana was treating this as routine now.  The client was perhaps over the hill, and chattered away, as they made love,  about the GI's during the war who had stolen her looks, her virginity, her life. She was a sad case, Diana didn't feel she stimulated her much, but once Diana withdrew with her condom, Nina surprised her by snatching the condom and then uttering the line,
"I'm taking over."
The lady got quite excited when Nina took out Diana's buttplug and poured the condom's contents into the tart's rectum.
Then as  cum swished inside her, her very own cum, Diana watched in amazement as the two women fondled each other, stroked each other, caressed and masturbated each other. The client seemed to prefer Nina.
Having savored the pleasure of being filled with her own cum, she had almost recovered at 8pm when a second female client appeared. She was younger, randier and more demanding. Diana was finding her work tiring beyond what she had imagined, as her dick was squeezed by the eager client forcing it to exude the little harvest of cum her body had prepared in the intervening few hours.
Then Nina took over, the client obviously excited by seeing  the cum poured from the condom into Diana's backside. Diana liked it too.
She was again overcome, watching the power of Nina's lovemaking, it turned her on herself, and she was definitely ready to tout for business on the street.
In her sailor costume, she landed a male sailor, and instead of taking him back to Nina's flat, she offered a quick job for only a quid. As she lay on a hard cobbled back alley, she enjoyed cheating on Nina and enjoying her first British cock. The cum she swallowed with greatest of pleasure.
By the time she had finished, she was two more pounds richer, three bulging cocks in an hour- wonderful.
As she walked back to Nina's, she convinced herself that as Nina had tricked her, why shouldn't she do likewise. 
Her face was flushed, her heart leaping for joy, as Nina greeted her.
"You look pleased? But didn't you find any clients?"
"No, I, er, was accosted by Lawson."
"And..."
"Oh yeah, here are his three pounds."
Sandra took them with a look of suspicion.
"One more client, actually not a client, We need to give Mary her reward for setting up our new line in male pimping."
Mary must have enjoyed that last bonking, back for more. Diana took her and kissed her, and indecently quickly had her undressed and  gently feeling Diana's dick pushing up inside her. She moaned and became very animated. No condom, Diana wondered if she was hoping she was gonna be inseminated. That stimulated Diana into a final push, as with a shout of triumph, Mary greedily embraced Diana's gift.
As Diana withdrew, a trickle oozed from Mary's vagina, which Nina was quick to collect. She swallowed it!
"I'd like to find one more client," Diana told her mistress. In truth,  she wanted another private dose of cocksucking.
"I'll come with you," said Nina. Despite all Diana's objections, about the danger of harming her fetus, of late night drunks, Nina could not be shaken.
So together, as midnight struck, they went in search of one last client.
A guy riding a BSA pulled up. 
Maybe he had forgotten about his attempted rape of Diana, perhaps in her sailor outfit she looked different, maybe  with Nina at her side he didn't recognise her. Whatever the reason, he wanted either of them to jump on his pillion.
 Diana wasn't falling for that again, and the offer of both of them for the same price was sufficient to get him back to Nina's flat.
I'm gonna enjoy my revenge, Diana was thinking as they walked to the flat, he revving his bike aside them.
Once in the flat, Diana left him alone with Nina. She wanted to wear a mask to avoid recognition. When she rejoined them, Nina was already receiving the benefit of his sex. Crouching, he was already throbbing into her back passage. When he withdrew, Nina nodded to Diana, who collected the flow of cum from her anus into a new condom.
The guy watched amazed as Diana crouched in her turn, Nina removed the plug, and tipped the cum into Diana.
"Your turn again, mister," she told him.
She toyed with his dick, which was already getting excited at being reunited with his own cum inside client number two. Diana loved the idea that she was gonna be completely filled with his second ejaculation. It wasn't much of an offering however, at such short notice, and as soon as Nina had inserted the plug, she turned on the hapless biker.
"Not much for her was there, little dick?  What a pathetic way to try and please a woman."
"Pathetic," agreed Diane, "I bet you he couldn't raise his dick to life. A pound says I can get him going again." 
She began masturbating the spent guy, who moaned, not in pleasure but discomfort, as Diana rubbed furiously.
"No more thanks," he begged.
"Oh but we haven't finished with you yet," said Diana.
Sandra brought in some handcuffs which Nina affixed to the victim's wrists. Chained to the bed rail, he moaned and moaned.
"Don't go Sandra," suggested Nina, "our client is dying to have you."
"Great," consented Sandra, "only a pathetic dick that size will never get in me."
"Yeah, pathetic isn't it," agreed Diana, "but we'll have it in shape for you yet.
With the cum joyfully swishing inside her, Diana moved her own body to the pulsing of the masturbation.
"I don't think he'll ever cum  again," sighed Nina afer twenty minutes of sheer humiliation for the guy.
"Oh he will, I feel he's growing ever so little. Ever so," laughed Diana.
After an hour the dick was very red but had swollen enough to make it seem the biker might have something to ejaculate.
"Press it into you," suggested  Diana hopefully.
As Nina switched the lights and darkness reigned, Sandra half heartedly pushed her anus against his dick. It was hardly the beast to seduce anyone, but it was in working order, at least to the extent of dribbling a trickle of cum on to Sandra's backside.
All three girls laughed in derision.
The biker slunk away in shame.

Next day was Diana's randiest ever. 
With an ever so slight dripping squeezing past her butt plug, she had awoken with a pleasantly damp feeling and surrounded by a distinct odor of stale cum.
She told Nina she wanted to start work early and by 10am was posted on the street corner. A tram drew up, and  she brazenly displayed her sailor outfit to the passengers. 
Several disapproving remarks were in the air, but a middle aged man had bitten.
Diana wanted to take him to the cobbled alley, but in daylight even the police couldn't turn a blind eye to that, so she made for her own house. Here she could be alone to suck cock.
It was a very lovely cock, juicy sweet cum too, and  Diana was pining for fresh worlds to conquer.
Another sailor, in his fifties was her second victim. Less cum, but more appreciation.
For her third, Diana thought she'd better use Nina's bed, or she might be wondering where her protege had got to.
The tram stop was proving fruitful today, or possibly, Diana persuaded herself, it's because I look so sexy.
Her client was John, he who enjoyed humiliation.
Diana took him to Nina's who suggested  he be dressed in baby clothes. Pink baby clothes. In the dark, he loved it as Diana  whacked him with the flail, randomly hitting him as she couldn't see, he laughing and begging her to "let him in."
"Anal, you naughty boy," ordered Nina who took over the whipping job as Diana crouched ready for his big dick.
"We have a surprise today for baby, haven't we?" giggled Nina, removing the buttplug.
"Ooo yes," added Diana, "I've already been fertilized John as you'll find out!"
John was on top of her and pushing in. The whip was now strategically cracking his backside.
"Cor, blimey," he cried, as his dick came into contact with the pool of cum."
"C'mon big boy," cried Diana, "fill me up!"
He surged his cum into her with a shout.
"How about that?"
"Thanks big boy."
She wasn't quite full, and craved  to be so.
After John had gone, leaving Diane holding his cum, and two quid the richer, Diane admitted to Nina as Sandra tidied up,
"You know, mistress, I enjoy anal sex as much as cocksucking." 
"That's what we were hoping you'd say, little girl. From now on, we will let you choose- you can cocksuck to your heart's content, or get your back passage filled as full as you like!'

The rest of that momentous day was sheer paradise, Diana was being paid for it too!
After her first female of the day and her first ejaculation, she was filled to the brim with another client off the street.
Then another female, the procession of satisfied customers was breathtaking.
Back to the tram stop, and who should Diana espy but her old mate Tom, he who had brushed her off, and in a sense was the reason why she was here today.
Not surprisingly, he didn't recognise her. Nor could he be expected to remember his brusque rejection of Don's advances. But Diana remembered and made every effort to lure him into her clutches. What a different person she was now!
She followed him, called out to him as he walked along the street.
What was he in this district for anyway? Perhaps he was looking for a tart? But if that was the case, he pushed Diana aside when she asked him the question direct. It was a brush off, same as before.
But she persisted, and he finally turned to speak to her.
Her pleading look disarmed him. Evidently he had been about to tell her to push off, but as she opened her mac and he admired her special sailor outfit, she knew she had him.
As they walked back to Nina's flat, he told that he was searching for an old mate, well more an acquaintance really. Don hadn't been home for some weeks and his mum was worried about him. Tom had kindly said he'd have a look round the district where they thought Don was living.
It touched Don's heart, but he still wanted to pay Tom back for rejecting him.
Tom asked Diane is she had met Don, giving her his description, and she teased him by saying, yes, she thought he had had sex with her. A few times she added. But no, she couldn't say where he lived.
Tom was quite impressed.
"He didn't have the balls when I knew him," Tom remarked.
"Oh he was pretty randy with me," cried Diana, putting it on, "I think he is sex mad. Mind you, he clearly prefers men."
"Yeah, I know, he tried it on me once."
Right, thought Diana, this is gonna be fun!
She introduced him to Nina who was busy with her own client, despite the fact she was supposed to be taking it easy. 
Sandra prepared the room, darkening it and  stripping Tom, as though mistress Diana was much too important a personage to be involved with such trifles.
"You may take me now," announced the tart coldly.
Sandra removed the plug, and the eager Tom mounted his hooker. As he pushed in, stale displaced cum spilled pleasantly out and down her legs.  As he grunted in excitement, she called out,
"Give  it to your sailor boy, Tom. C'mon gimme, gimme Now! Your Sailor Boy wants it Now!"
He was happy to give it her, and plenty more of the old cum overflowed over his cock and balls and on to Diane's welcoming legs.
The buttplug was replaced into the happy tart and Sandra was asked to turn on the lights.
Diana turned over and faced her client, her fat dick pointing at him.
"Recognize me, Tom?" she spoke in triumph. "The boy you spurned!" "The one whom you have just f---ed."
"Oh, I- I-," Tom's face was the picture of dismay, "I wondered why you called yourself Sailor Boy."
"Thanks Tom, tell mum I'll come over in a few days. Oh, don't tell her about this, or I'll have to tell about you."
Sandra took a photo to reinforce the point.

The rest of that day flashed by, three girls, six men, then Nina to polish off, as it were.
The only slight worry had been Nina having sex with Tom, she said it was so he didn't feel cheated, but she had heard them talking.
Oh well, if all my days are like this, it'll be heaven, Diana decided as she dozed into slumber,  with a final swish of her souvenirs of the day, all that lovely cum. A trickle oozed out as she dropped happily to sleep.
How long she had been asleep, Diana didn't know, but she was awoken by Nina. In the darkness, she heard Nina's voice,
"Wake up, another client for you!"
"What, at this time of night. No thanks."
Diana turned over. Nina shook her.
"She's waiting. Hurry, get up."
"But I'm not ready, I'm not looking my best."
"I'll get you ready," promised Nina. In the half light she was already fetching Diana's Sailor Saturn things.
"Oh, you see to this client," suggested Diana.
"No they specially want you," insisted Nina.
"Well, tell them tomorrow at ten then."
"No it must be now, and do as you're told," shouted Nina, in her old dominating voice she hadn't used for a while.
"Oh, I really have had my fill," complained Diana apologetically. "I haven't the strength. Is the client male?"
"Maybe," replied Nina enigmatically, "maybe it is Mr Lawson."
"Lawson? Really? At this time of night?"
Nina started trying to dress Diana in her outfit.
"No, no, I can't," protested Diana, "anyway, why is Lawson here? Has he said anything?"
Diana sat up. She had used him as an alibi when she had been cocksucking without Nina's permission. Was this coming out?
"He didn't need to say anything," was Nina's cold answer. "I was fairly sure that day you came back with the three quid, you had been disobeying me. You looked too smug when you said you had been talking with Lawson. I guessed as much, and now you have as good as admitted it. I'm sorry you disobeyed me, little girl."
The sailor dress was put on now without any protest.
Found out. I've been found out. Not that I did anything really wrong, she told herself. 
"Well you did cheat me first," was Diana's angry response.
"We're two of a kind, perhaps," smiled Nina at her protege in the semi darkness. "But I am the mistress, and you do as I order, or pay the price."
"I'm sorry mistress. I thought we were friends."
"We were, but nobody crosses Nina, Sandra will tell you that. It's time for you to understand that. Now come with me."
Like a lamb to the slaughter Diana followed.

"I think you know this client," declared Nina as Diana was introduced to this special client. With a shock she saw Tom was also in the room. 
Diana scrutinized the girl. Yes she did look familiar, was she a former client?
She was dressed in a skimpy white top and shiny black leather skirt, exactly what Diana had seen Nina wearing the day they first bumped into each other. For sure, she was on the game.
"Don't recall her?" sneered Nina, let me remind you, you once called her a Sissy Scrubber."
Diana racked her memory. 
Ethel. Yet she had been pimply and weedy, the girl in front of them now was spot-less, if slightly well worn.   
"You know her now?"
"Well I hardly recognized her. Hello, Ethel, how are you?"
Ethel spat at Diana.
Diana jumped back in shock.
"You see, Tom told me about how you called her a scrubber, and that's what she has become. He said you blamed Tom for his rejecting you, forcing you into  acting as a tart, well, in the same way, she blames you. Only, like you, she found when she went on the game, she liked it, and now she loves it."
"Well, I'm sorry, Ethel-"
Spit, spit.
"But why bring her here?" I turned to Nina, as I saw my three former so-called mates come in, naked.
"To show you what she's become," said Nina solemnly, "and to punish you for cheating on your mistress."
Diana didn't comprehend. But she knew well enough what she witnessed. Each of the three randy lads took turns in pumping their cum into Ethel, she greedily accepting their lusting with loud shrieks of ecstasy. This was not the Ethel Don had known.
Yet her uncontrolled passion and unashamed lustfulness turned Diana on so that when the third one had squirted his cum into her, the erection under Diana's sailor costume was evident. As the last client withdrew, cum dribbled pleasurably out of Ethel's vagina and Diana went and licked it up. 
"You want her?" asked Nina.
Diana was unsure. This was no longer the spotty unattractive girl he'd known, she was wriggling, holding out her arms awaiting his passionate loving.
Diana had changed too, since that night in the cellar with Ethel- how she had changed!
Nina held on to Diana's arm, to prevent her running or even lunging forward for the kill. That would not be the  punishment she had for her former friend!
"Ah, we should tell you, something first,"  said Nina.
Ethel was pouting her lips at Diana, who despite herself could hardly control her desire. This Ethel sure had learned how to switch men on! 
Diane felt her cock aching to pentrate this slut, the cum in her back passage swelled in an anticipatory thrill, to fulfil the lust that had been stirred by this alluring sissy scrubber.
"Okay, in one second, you can have her. But you need to be informed one fact- she has contracted syphilis, it's an occupational hazard."
Diana stopped in her tracks. The lustful figure not so attractive now. But those eyes had mesmerized Diana, begging her to pump her full of cum, like she had wanted him to do all that time ago.
I can't, I really can't, Diana told herself. 
You can, Ethel's eyes commanded, indeed demanded the full contents of Diane's cock. 
"Without," was the only word Ethel's lisping voice ever uttered. 
You will do it, Nina was urging, it's your punishment, it's your fate.
Her plug removed, the cum seemingly boiling in its fervor trickled down her legs as Nina eased Diana into a crouch.
Diana felt a helpless pawn, yet a willing pawn. More than willing when she felt her own anus invaded - it was Tom again, giving her another dose of his sweet cumminess. Then Diana found her mouth was being filled with a lovely cock, who was this? It can't be! It is. 
It's Sandra the maid- her most wondrous outsize cock was pushing deep into Diana's mouth. 
Diana made a token effort to resist her final pleasure,  yet knowing she so very badly wanted to penetrate this utterly abandoned whore. 
If only she had taken Ethel on the bomb site, it might never have come to this! Yet now she was so much prettier, beckoning relentlessly to Diana to satisfy her.
 Moved by a force beyond herself, she found her dick inexorably drawn to that inviting  tarnished pussy. Now it was hovering- give in, give in, Ethel whispered, as it dared caress the whore's stained entrance, then wham,
Diana  yielded to her fate and squeezed joyously in.
The passage was rough with misusage, she knew what she was doing, yet how could she could prevent herself?
As she pushed further in, Ethel heaved a welcome to the invading bulge, and gasped as it throbbed to spray forth its red hot cum,  exploding with a cry of delighted release inside her diseased cervix.

    THE END

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