Sunday, 23 December 2007
02:40:55 AM (GMT)
You want to know how nice girl like me became the
madam of a New Orleans brothel. It all started in Savanna,
Georgia. My father was from Ireland so he had no family in
this country. My mother was an unexpected child of a woman
in her forties. Her only living relative by the time I was born
was a sister that was twenty years older than she was. The
sister was gone when Mom was born. They had lost contact
with her long before Mom was grown.
My parents lived in the country in an old farmhouse. It
had a horse barn with individual stalls out back. They had not
had horses in them in years. Dad was always fixing old cars.
He would have two or three old junkers in the stalls rebuilding
them. He would fix one and sell it just to buy another.
Mom was a housewife that was very religious woman
that loved to go to religious revival meeting when they were in
the area. So she raised me with Hellfire and Damnation. Not
that it impressed me much. I realized very young that they
were fornicating crooks that were just using the faith of people
like my mother, to make themselves rich.
I don't know when I found out about sex but I was very
young. It is funny how as you get older you only remember
parts of your childhood. What you remember is traumatic
events or joyous events.
My first sexual memory is the first time my mother
caught me having sex with another girl. She was a neighbor
girl about my age.
I have long since forgotten the name of the girl. We were
in the back seat on an old 1938 Oldsmobile four door sedan.
The mohair seat covers were worn and smelled of dust. This
neighbor girl and I were comparing the cracks between our
legs. We had removed our cotton underwear and she was
sitting on the back seat with her summer dress up around her
waist and her legs spread open. I was kneeling on the
floorboards and I was inspecting her crack.
Mom opened the back door just as I was kissing her on
the pussy. She grabbed me by my ponytail and drug me out of
the car. She whipped my ass all the way to the house where she
made me wash my face and mouth with soap and water. That
burned it into my memory for life.
A few days later I checked out the car and found her
panties and hid them in my room so I could smell them when I
masturbated. I lost count of the number of times she caught me
masturbating and whipped me and made me confess my sins at
What she didn't know was that a couple of women that
taught the children at the meetings were thrilled to hear me
confess my desire to play with myself and other girls. They
convinced my mother that I needed special guidance to correct
my wanton desires.
They would pick me up a couple of nights a week. They
would take me to the revival meeting location. They had a tent
set up for the meetings and the staff had trailers and busses out
back. These two women had their own trailer set aside from the
When we would enter the trailer they would tell me that
the way to fight the devil in me was to get it out in the open. I
could never tell my mother or father how they were treating me.
They were close to me in this small trailer and I was getting a
warm feeling between my legs. I wanted to put my finger in
the hole right then. I didn't have to do it as it turned out. The
two women said that I should inspect the thing that was holding
me in the devil's grip.
I asked, "How do I do that?"
The woman named Sister Ruth said, "We will let you
inspect our secret place until I was satisfied and could put the
devil behind me."
With that Sister Ruth and Sister Mary lifted their dresses
and showed me their connective cotton underpants. They were
thick white with a double layered crotch but their dark pubic
shadow was visible above the reinforced crotch.
They hooked their fingers in the waistbands of their
panties and pushed them down and stepped out of them. They
both sat on the couch facing the door and invited me to inspect
I knelt in front of Sister Ruth and ran my finger through
the course hair. It was warm and wet. I moved closer and
smelled her warm cunt. I stuck out my tongue and licked her.
She started praising the Lord.
Sister Mary wanted me to check her out too. I moved
over at her request and started licking her vagina. Mary started
singing the parses of the Lord too. After they had both
climaxed they wanted to see if I had an infection that was
making me a vessel of the devil.
They had me stand and take all my clothes off and they
picked me up and sat me on the little dinning table. Ruth
opened my legs and opened my vagina. Mary was feeling my
flat chest. My little nipples were hard when she touched them.
Ruth probed my vagina until she felt my hymen. It kind of hurt
when her finger touched it.
Ruth made the announcement that she did not see any
infection. She said, "I better taste it to see if there is any
infection. She put her mouth over my vagina and started
licking. I did not know what happened to me. I started jerking
and got light headed. That was my first climax. I felt so
relaxed that I wanted to go to sleep.
Mary said, "I better check it out too."
She moved between my legs after Ruth got out of the
way. When she started licking me I wrapped my legs around
her head and humped her face like a wanton little slut.
When they brought me home they told my mother that
they felt I needed to study the bible under their tutelage for
some time to come. To make sure that all my wanton desires
were purged. My mother actually thanked them and assured
them that I would be available for them to exercise the evil
sprits from me.
For several months, two or three time a week they would
come by and pick me up. Mom never even noticed that every
time they picked me up Ruth and Mary took turns driving. As
soon as the car cleared town I would be between the legs of the
passenger with my head under her skirt licking her until she
would climax. The only thing that stopped this arrangement
was that my parents died in a car wreck.
From the accident filed by the State Troopers they were
coming home from a shopping trip into town when apparently a
tie rod broke on the old Oldsmobile and the car wrapped itself
around a telephone pole. They were both dead before the
ambulance even got to the crash sight.
They were buried within three days. The day of the
funeral my Aunt Martha arrived with court orders placing me in
her custody. This was truly a traumatic experience for me; my
parent die and I meet my mother's sister for the first time. The
evangelist women were about to make me their foster child.
The thought of having the two of them to sleep with every night
had my panties wet. When Aunt showed up I was dishearten
that I was being up rooted from the only home I had ever know.
We didn't have much time to get to know each other.
Martha was an attractive woman for her age. Her skin showed
the care of a lot of pampering and her skin was creamy as if she
never saw the sun. She dressed in a gray business suit with a
lavender silk blouse. She has on tasteful black pearls for the
funerals. Her gray hair was styled very nicely and framed her
pleasant face with a full figure.
After the funeral I packed what few belongings I wanted
to take with me. Aunt Martha and I caught a plane to New
Orleans after making arrangements to have my parents estate
liquidated and put in trust for me. She assured me that when
we got home anything I needed we would buy.
On the plane ride Aunt Martha tried to prepare me for my
new life. She told me that she owned a business and that her
colored maid...named Cherie. She would look me after most of
the time. She didn't say what her business was; other than to
say that it was best left unsaid what it was.
When our taxi arrived in the Latin Quarter we were on a
back street. We entered through a rod-iron gate in a very tall
red brick wall. Inside the gate was a small patio and a staircase
to a second floor apartment. When she opened the door we
were met by a very pretty black woman that looked like she was
in her mid-twenties.
She had a very sweet sounding thick Cajun accent. She
was dressed in a very erotic maid's uniform. Martha looked at
her and said I think we are going to have to get you a more
conservative uniform if you are going to look after my niece.
I was given a room decorated appropriately for a girl my
age on the third floor. Because of the humid heat all the
windows were open to let air ventilate the rooms. The air was
thick with the smell of whisky. I could hear jazz music and
laughter coming from the other side of the building coming up
from the ground floor.
I was enrolled in a private school. I became aware that
the other street behind the entrance of the apartment was where
my Aunt Martha's business was. She would not tell me what
the business was. All I knew was that she slept late and stayed
I started pumping the maid Cherie what the business was.
She avoided telling me anything about what was going on. I
happened to catch her in the bathroom one day by accident. I
walked in on her sitting on the toilet masturbating. She begged
me not to tell Ms. Martha.
I told her I wouldn't, under two conditions. She was
quick to agree to my terms. I told her first I want to know what
Martha does for a living.
She cried that, "She could not tell me because Ms.
Martha would fire her. What is the second request?"
I told her, "You and I will kiss and suck each other's
pussies every day."
Cherie was shocked to hear a child my age talk about
sucking pussies. She wanted to know how I knew about such
things. I told her I had been having sex with the two
evangelists for months. She wanted all the details. As I stood
there telling her about the two women she sat there and started
masturbating again. By the time I had told her everything she
was right on the edge of a climax.
I stepped forward and knelt in front of her and opened
her legs so I could kiss her on her black curly haired cunt. Her
labia was much darker than her coffee and cream colored skin.
When I opened her cunt it was red on the inside. I licked her
until she climaxed. The inside of the canal was dripping wet.
When Cherie recovered she removed my panties and sat
me on the sink then she sucked me until I climaxed. That
became our daily routine when I would get home from school
we would go to her room and take turns sitting on each other's
I pestered her every day to tell me what kind of business
Martha was running. Cherie tried to avoid my request. But one
day I found a paneled wall that had a hidden door in it. I was
about to walk down the stairs when Cherie walked in and
I told her I wanted to see where the stairs led too. She
told me I was to never go down the stairs. Before she could
grab me I was down the stairs. Cherie came down the stairs
after me. When I got to the ground level I found a lot of
windows. The world I was looking into was something very
exciting to me. The room was filled with women in very
reveling clothes. Cherie caught up with me. Cherie told me
they were one way mirrors.
She told me, "Honey child you should not be looking in
I asked. "What is going on in there?
Cherie said, "Your Aunt runs a house of prostitution for
women only. All the women in there work for your Aunt. I
was fascinated to see the variety of women there. Some were a
little hard looking like they were tired. Most of them were
young and pretty good looking women. A few of them look
Cherie told me about the young looking ones they all had
identification that said they were adults. She would not say that
any of them were under aged. She said that my Aunt had sold
their virginity several times apace. The girls had a way of
cutting their vagina to convince the women customers that bid
on them that they broke their hymen for the first time.
Cherie led me on a tour of the hidden halls. We saw
every room through the mirrors. They were all nice rooms in
different themes. The rooms were set up differently: some were
plush bedrooms, some were set up as nurseries, some were set
up like stables and some were even set up for S&M. Cherie
had to explain what S&M was.
As we were looking in on what was going on in the
rooms Cherie was standing behind me. She had one hand under
my tank top feeling my little nipples. The other hand was
shoved down the front of my shorts and her fingers were
stroking my crotch while she was kissing my cheek. Cherie
told me the halls were air-conditioned and soundproofed for the
comfort of a select group of prominent women that liked to
watch women making love. She told me that a lot of women
were willing to pay big money to watch the girl's service the
customers like we were doing now.
The customers were acting their fantasies with the girls.
Some were acting like misbehaving children and others were
acting like the parent to the girls. After that day I would sneak
down and watch them as I masturbated.
As I grew older my Aunt Martha didn't know I knew
what her business was. One night she was not feeling well and
took a prescription drug that put her in a delusional euphoric
state. I helped her to bed and got her dressed for bed.
In the state she was in she was being playful and started
playing with my baby fat breasts. I thought of stopping the play
before it got out of hand but decided to see just how far it
would go. After all Aunt Martha was old enough to be my
Martha reached between my legs and stroked me panties
through my skirt. I started removing her nightgown and
playing with her breasts. I could not resist taking her nipples
into my mouth and sucking them one at a time. As her
excitement increased she reached under my skirt and pulled my
panties aside so she could fondle my hairless little vagina.
She begged me to get on the bad so that she could taste
my pussy. I slipped out of my clothes and got up on her bed
and straddled her head at her request and lowered my crotch to
her mouth. When she started licking me I leaned forward and
kissed her vagina. I made her cum in my mouth before she
tasted my cum. She dosed off after she climaxed. I curled up
next to her and fell asleep myself.
In the morning Aunt Martha woke up and remembered
what we had done the night before and felt remorse. She tried
to apologize to me. I stopped her by kissing her mouth to shut
Of course we were both in need of peeing. I climbed
over her and headed for her bathroom. I was sitting on the
toilet peeing when she entered the room. She brushed her teeth
while I finished. When I finished wiping I got up so she could
pee. When she was finished I wiped her dry and then I brushed
She followed me back to her bed and sat next to me. She
wanted to know everything and I told her everything. She
laughed when she found out that Cherie had been making love
to me for months. She rang for Cherie and requested breakfast
to be served in bed.
Cherie returned in a half-hour with a serving cart with
breakfast for two and a pot of coffee. Martha had Cherie join
us for coffee.
Then she asked, "Don't you feel over dressed?
Cherie stood up and removed her clothes and joined us
on the bed. We spent the day in a tangle of arms and legs.
When night came and Martha had to check on the girls I
slipped on a gown and joined her in the walk down the hidden
stairs to the brothel. She introduced me to all the women.
There was a lot of feeling and kissing going on. More than one
of the women wanted to have a date with me.
I was thrilled at the idea of all the different women I was
going to get to play with, plus all the customers that would
come through the front door. Martha sold my virginity at least
a half-dozen times before I developed into a physical woman.
By the time I had fully developed breasts and a growth of dark
pubic hair between my legs I was a seasoned hooker.
We lived together as mother and daughter until Aunt
Martha died of old age. I was her sole heir. Now I own the
lesbian brothel and Cherie is my maid. We run the place just as
Martha did. Of course when we are alone Cherie's maid
costume is nothing more than white linen apron that does not
prohibit my seeing her dark labia or the chocolate areolas of her
breasts. She is a full partner in the business now and only acts
as my maid because it pleases her to do so.
Last edited: 12 March 2009