All characters depicted are eighteen or above.
It seemed ironic to Carla, that she, as a high end prostitute, had paid for sex with her hairdresser. However, it was a one off. She would visit Paula once a week. The salon door would be locked, and the blinds down. They both agreed that it was better if they had sex straight away. Paula couldn't concentrate on doing a good job of Carla's hair, while they were both wet, knowing that it was inevitable, their tongues, and fingers, would be in each others pussy's. No more money for the sex was ever paid by Carla.
Paula would wash and dry the panties Carla would leave, on her previous visit. In exchange, Carla would remove the ones she was wearing, and hand them to her. Paula would put them in her wall safe. During quiet periods, she would hold them to her face, and masturbate.
This made their hairdressing experience, something to look forward to, almost every week.
So, things were going very well for Carla, and her mother, Lydia.
Lydia was close to arranging her "gathering." This was to be the evening when Carla would be introduced to the elite, of their clientele.
Carla had other plans, prior to this.
"Mummy, I'm going to visit Daddy."
"Why, Darling?"
"It didn't go very well the last time he visited. I think it's only fair, to put things right."
Lydia and her husband had divorced three years before Carla was eighteen. The divorce was acrimonious, though eventually, Lydia did well out of it. Little contact was made until Carla's eighteenth birthday.
He'd asked if he could come and stop for the night. Her mother had agreed, but she wasn't going to make it easy for him.
He turned up and kissed them both on the cheeks. He apologised for not being in contact. As far as her mother was concerned, this fell on stony ground. He knew he was in for a tough time.
He'd given Carla her birthday presents, they'd chatted politely, eaten a small buffet, and drank wine.
Both Carla and her mother had gone out of their way to look extremely hot. They had dressed like a pair of whores, which of course, her mother already was, and Carla soon would be.
Short skirts, blouses, heels, and plenty of makeup.
If her father thought for a minute, he was in for a treat, he would soon be, sadly disappointed.
About nine o'clock Lydia spoke.
"You're eighteen Carla. Would you like to watch some porn?"
Carla laughed.
"Yes please!"
Her father looked a little stunned, but followed them both into the lounge.
Carla and her mother sat together on the sofa. Her father sat on a single chair, close by.
Lydia had put on a DVD.
It was obviously homemade, it was also, obviously filmed in the house they were sat in.
"Oh Mummy, that's you!"
"Yes, Darling. That's Mummy being really naughty."
She certainly was.
Three men and a woman, were taking it in turns, fucking her, licking her, coming on her, and eventually, after about half an hour, pissing on her.
The closing shot was of Lydia's face and hair, covered in sperm, and urine.
Carla's father had said nothing, but he noticeably, had a hard on.
Her mother was a specialist in sexual torture. She was loving his miserable, and dejected face.
"I'm going to bed," he muttered.
"Oh don't go yet Darling. I've got another treat!"
She poured them all a glass of Champagne. Her father's face was sullen, as he sipped miserably, not enjoying the evening, at all.
At nine forty five, as previously arranged, the doorbell rang.
Her mother walked into the lounge with two of the sexiest women Carla had ever seen. They were both Eastern European, and were pure filth. They too, had the heels, short skirts and blouses. Lydia introduced them.
"Carla, this is Alina, and this, is Anna. They're both for you Darling. Happy birthday."
Carla stood up, the girls took her hand.
"You're in for a very nice time, Darling. When they've finished with you, send one through to me. I don't mind which one."
"Oh, thank you Mummy. That's so lovely!"
"Don't forget you've got school tomorrow, Darling."
"Of course not Mummy, and thank you, so much!"
The three of them went to Carla's bedroom.
Lydia looked at her husband, with complete disdain.
"You're in the guest room. I hope we don't keep you awake."
She left him. His room was between his ex wife's, and his daughters, and no, he didn't get much sleep. He planned to leave early in the morning, but his suffering was far, from over.
Despite being very wealthy, he had fought tooth and nail, during the divorce, to hang on to his cash. Lydia had told Carla that he didn't seem too worried about their financial situation. This is why she despised him. Carla didn't feel as strongly, but thought he deserved a lesson.
Both she and her mother, had enjoyed filthy sex with Alina, and Anna. They had also made an awful lot of noise. The girls had left early that morning.
It was about eight o'clock, Carla was in the kitchen making coffee.
Her father entered the room looking extremely tired.
"Morning Daddy. Did you sleep well?"
"Not really," he muttered.
"Oh, I'm sorry Daddy. They were a pair of noisy sluts, Weren't they?"
Her father glared at her. He looked her up and down. She was in her green school uniform. Green skirt, white blouse, tie, and heels.
She deliberately hadn't showered, and even from where he stood, she stank of Eastern European pussy. He had a hard on, and Carla knew it.
"Coffee Daddy?"
"Yes please."
Carla poured him a flat white, and passed it to him, then sipped hers thoughtfully.
She looked him in the eye.
"They were so dirty, Daddy. One of them licked my bottom, for about five minutes. Isn't that naughty? It made me very excited, though."
He didn't speak, after all, what could he possibly say? His bitch daughter knew exactly, what she was doing.
"They didn't speak much English, but they used lots of dirty words. One of them kept shouting "lick my cunt!" So of course, I felt I had to."
She moved closer to him, and put her empty cup, on the table.
"Well. I'd better be going now, Daddy. Lovely to see you. Big hug please."
She put her arms round him. He did the same, trying to keep his groin area, away from her. Carla wasn't having that. She pushed her pussy against his hard cock, and slowly, moved against him. He closed his eyes.
"I didn't have time to shower, Daddy. I bet I smell of those ladies, don't I? Do I smell of pussy, Daddy? I came so many times. I'm getting wet again, thinking about it. I think I'm going to make one of my girlfriends lick it all up, at break time, in the girls toilets."
Her father gasped. He couldn't hold back. He grasped both her buttocks.
