For the record, we both hold graduate degrees and Annie has her doctorate in abnormal psychology. During her thirty years of practice she continued prostitution with selected clients. She truly loves sex and would probably have done most things she has for no pay if need be. Annie denies being a nymphomaniac. Her analyst says she lacks some of the elements such as a willingness to take great risks to have sex.
In her forty years plus of activity she has never been arrested or had a serious related health issue. She was run down a few years ago which is when she decided to close her active practice and devoted full time to the field she likes the most. With our daughters entering the field she has devoted much time to guiding them and introducing them to many of her clients. She shares clients with our two oldest daughters who have been hooking for fifteen and eighteen years respectively.
Annie is pretty but not glamorous. Four of our daughters are. Annie says I'm "the luckiest man in the world living in a Harem of beautiful Harlots." She is right. Hugh Heffner should have it so good. Not only the Harem but they work with as many as fifty or so woman at any given time and I often receive professional courtesies :+}.
More to come. I've got to pick up Annie and another lady from an all-nighter with a wealthy older guy.
Childhood Play With Brother and the Experiences with Priest
Annie and her brother grew up in a major Midwestern City. Mike was born in 1942 and Annie arrived in 1945. Their father and mother were from farms which had turned into dust. They married in 1941 because she was pregnant with Michael. Days later bombs dropped on Pearl Harbor and their lives changed forever. Michael, Sr., the service and Mom went to work in a large laundry. Mike, Sr., had been overseas nearly two years when Annie was born.
During WWII this was not uncommon. However it did not sit well with Mike Sr and while he landed a good job he drank heavily and beat his wife regularly. Home life was not good for Mike and Annie. Dad reenlisted in the military at the outbreak of the Korean War only to return a few years later even meaner than he left. He left his family a year or so after Korea never to be heard from again.
Mother continued to work in the laundry, long days and sometimes on the
weekends. Yet they were not able to make ends meet. Finally they moved into a
more affordable two bedroom apartment. It was then that Mike and Annie had to
share a bedroom.They were in a new neighborhood, church and parochial school. Mike was an alter boy while Annie tended to chores at home. There were few children in their area so they tended to keep to themselves. The parish priest took an interest in Mike and things seemed to be going OK for them.
One day Annie came home unexpected to find Mike playing with himself in the bedroom while reading a skin magazine. She had seen him nude many times before but never with an erection. She stood quietly by the bedroom door watching Mike pleasure himself for at least a couple of minutes. Suddenly he noticed her there. His face turned red and he tried to hide his fully erect penis but Annie was fully curious.
One thing led to another until she finally persuaded him to let her see it. While their mother made a big thing of them not seeing the other's naked body they did so regularly without much thought.
Annie insisted on watching more, Mike at first resisted. Finally he allowed her to touch it. It became a naughty thrill for each of them. Annie ran her fingers up and down simulating Mike's motion. Mike could no longer resist. Before he knew it he was having an orgasm. Semen squirted everywhere. She says she got it on her hair face, arm, blouse, Mike's face and stomach were covered as well. She continued to stroke it as the goop went everywhere.
A spent Mike and giggling Annie. It must have been quite a sight. It was just the first of many such episodes. Mike was sonly the first of what is now thousands of men who have taken delight in Annie's favors. They repeated that scene dozens of times during the next few months.
During confession Mike related to the priest what had happened with his sister. The priest insisted on seeing the boy alone in his quarters in the rectory to discuss this further. Mike was the perfect target for the priest. He became the older man's love interest for more than a year. Mike confided in Annie what was going on.
Nearly a year later she confessed to the same priest. She got the same routine. It was then he got her to demonstrate on him what she did with Mike. The priest was larger than Mike and he had her hold a towel over his penis before it erupted. She felt a sensation throughout her body when the priest came. A feeling of great control. She was enjoying what was happening.
AGE 12
After her first encounter with the priest, Annie knew intuitively she had discovered something she thoroughly enjoyed, the power to make men respond to what she did. In a sense she became the center of attention. Here own body was going through change. Her little buds told of things to come. Her mother thought she was the daughter of a Swedish businessman who was traveling through the country during the war. Her Mom was working nights at a cocktail lounge and became friendly with him. It appears that even though she was a very religious lady who spent many hours in church each week she was also normal in that she needed sex as anyone else does.
Very early on Annie was a "real looker" fair skinned, medium blue eyes, a Nordic frame, very athletic appearing. She had and has a wholesomeness about her. Annie is the type any Mom would hope her son would bring home. Most men had to take another look anywhere she went.
Even today, after years of sex and six children she has an hourglass figure. She has a client who loves to see her in a waist sincher and she is able to draw her roughly twenty-seven inch waist down to fourteen inches. However, I digress.
I am a little vague as to when her brother and she began to go beyond masturbation. He told her she should remain a Virgin as long as she could to protect her from pregnancy. She agreed and he then taught her other ways of satisfying men and herself.
One night Mike told Annie what he and the priest did (mostly the priest doing). That he performed and received oral sex from him and received anal sex. The priest refused to accept anal. He taught his sister to perform both on him. The first few attempts at oral sex were a disaster. Annie choked and gagged. Anal was quite another matter. He fingered her anally virtually daily except when her period was present. Too sloppy for them. Gradually he worked her to the point where he could easily slip two fingers into her. Finally he suggested they try it and she did. He was gentle and she enjoyed it more than she imagined. To this day anal is pleasurable, especially when she's on her back and her legs lifted over her head.
The oral came along over time and she had now mastered two things most women of her time would even consider. Her brother was sixteen at the time and she was only twelve. Within a few weeks they worked out a plan where she would seduce the priest into more than hand jobs. His favorite position with her was to sit in an easy chair while she knelt between his legs. This time she leaned way over and took him orally. She recalls how his body stiffened in surprise and how he thrashed when he reached orgasm. While his taste was somewhat different from her brother it was a pleasant experience.
Her brother became her first and only pimp introducing her to his friends who paid two or three dollars for a BJ from Annie. She was now on a path which would never end.
A year after that is when I met her. She was hired for a gangbang at the drive in theater. I was one of four. She got ten bucks for the night and a husband for life. We fell instantly in love. A love which is as strong today as ever.
Next her expanded opportunities, especially among clergymen of all denominations.....
THE TEEN YEARS
Shortly after Annie's fourteenth birthday, Mike joined the service. He and Annie had shared something some would describe as sick and pathetic. Incest is not a healthy existence. However, they never had intercourse. Mike steered her clear of it for fear she would become pregnant. We also became good friends and remain so today. He is retired from teaching engineering at a western college. He married and had three children, all boys.
Annie and I had been dating regularly for nearly two years when she celebrated her fifteenth birthday. We talked extensively about the future. It was then we developed our philosophy on sex which serves us today. Essentially sex is a product of human attraction and desires. Love is a special bond between two people. I love (actually adore) my wife. We have lived up to our responsibilities as parents and spouses. I could not have found a better mate.
Some have asked, "How could you stand the thought of your wife having sex with another man?" The answer is simple. I want for her whatever she desires. The fact she is this minute with another man has no bearing on me. When she is happy I am happy. When she is blue I am as well. After all that is said and done it is with me she will spend her entire life. The same is true in reverse. Most of our attitudes were formed before I left for the service.
During Annie's high school years (in a Catholic girls school) she continued to see a limited number of boys and men. She soon learned the safest route to happiness for her was the mature men she was able to meet.
One classic example was her mother's supervisor at the laundry. He continually hit on Annie's Mom but she resisted. Annie went to work part time for the company when they needed extra help usually as a folder in the shipping room. At age fourteen Annie was a statuesque blonde with well developed breasts and a firm round rear, a figure she still possess today.
She knew of the difficulty had with this one person. Because she rebuffed his advances she had all the worst jobs, was scolded in from of her peers, etc. Annie devised a plan to resolve the problem. When there was none in the area of his office she simply entered it and closed the door behind her. He immediately turned on his charm. Annie's presence was great and she had on a skirt and tight fitting broadcloth shirt. She immediately returned his smile and approached him. She then asked if there was anything she could do to better her mom's situation.
Annie had him sized up right. When he responded there was a tremor in his voice. She asked him to lock the door. As he turned back she was on her knees before him hands reaching for his fly. Annie said he was the original minute man. No sooner had his penis entered her mouth he came. Her mother was promoted to assistant supervisor in another part of the laundry. Mission accomplished. She visited him occasionally thereafter and it was always the same.
She cultivated the first priest into a sort of pimp. He encouraged her to introduce her around to his closest friends. One was a fairly wealthy business owner in his sixties or seventies. The confessional is a powerful tool to find allies. This man was lonely as a widower and admitted to having carnal desires. Desires met, he was a happy man again who gleefully set up a special scholarship to pay Annie's tuition. Her mother was relieved from the heavy burden and Annie liked the old fellow anyway. She saw him for three years until a heart attack did him in. Annie didn't reveal whether she was the cause of the attack ;-}.
She was an excellent student in school though the only extracurricular activity she participated in was the choir. She has a beautiful voice. I tell her it's because her vocal cords are always so well lubricated. Oh, yes, the choir director became one more client. She accepted no money from him. She enjoyed him so much it was her way of thanking him.
Throughout her remaining high school years she wrote to me nightly. I returned home as often as possible. During her senior year I was shipped to an area I could return home on weekend passes. Our own sex life was as hot as could be. You could say we were addicted to each other, an addiction we still have.
The only demand Annie ever imposed on me was "no booze". Her experience with her dad still haunts her today. Drugs were added to the list as well. Thank God, as far as we know our children are drug free and drink only socially. She will not have sex with anyone who has had any liquor.
She attributes this no booze/drugs policy as the reason she has never been harmed and has had only limited health concerns. Most of the women I know in the business report they have had occasional beatings and have had to deal with many health issues.
Before she graduated from high school she had dozens of men. She was able to save considerable money since she had only limited expenses. She kept the money in a steel box beneath the floorboards of her bedroom. We secretly eloped right out of high school within days of my discharge from the service.
We both enrolled in the same college (I had the G.I. Bill) and went on to our degrees, mine in engineering and hers in psyche. She went on to her doctorate and had a private practice for more than thirty years. We graduated just before the drug culture took firm hold on the campus. And, yes, Annie was a favorite of many of the older professors, including a few deans. We even had a few older married couples who thrilled at foursomes. I was earning my keep and I loved (and still do) the thrill of it.
Steve's Sexual Experiences and Meeting Annie
My first exposure to sex was as a ten (about) year old. It was with a fellow alterboy who was a high school senior (incidentally, he became a priest). After him there were a couple more alter boys, a priest, and an older man in the neighborhood. The only sexual experience I had until I was nearly fifteen was homosexual. Frankly, it was fun. I have no regrets and wouldn't worry about young boys in such exploration of self. Of the dozen or so boys only one or two turned out gay.
My first female was a fortyish divorced woman. She was a waitress at a local restaurant and I delivered newspapers to her apartment. One cold winter day she invited me in to warm up after I finished my deliveries. I took her up on the offer. When I arrived she was in a housecoat. She had made me a hot chocolate and sat beside me at the kitchen table. While she spoke her hand found my knee and worked its way up my leg, the same approach the priest had taken with me. Time has put some shadows on the details but I learned a woman's BJ is different from a man's and her vagina is preferable to a man's rear.
I had a few more encounters with her and some of the other alter boys and the priest until I went to the drive in theater with a few friends. The driver had promised a surprise visitor. I was the last to be picked up and there was Annie in the back seat. When the movie began Annie serviced each of the boys, me included. It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me ever. You may chose not to believe the following, but it is true. Annie and I fell madly in love that evening and I didn't know she was paid to be with us. I dated her from time to time afterward. She shocked me when she told me she was going to have sex with a couple of other boys when I called for a date one night. It was then she finally explained what she thought I already knew. She had sex for money. But not with me because she had strong feelings for me. It took a little time for me to understand and accept what she told me.
Once I accepted her selling sex I was able to separate sex from the rest of our life. I did then and do now melt at the sight of her. We are still like two teenagers when we're together. We've done mountain climbing, sky diving, traveling, etc. We love to be together. Our sex is great and she has not tired of yet another orgasm. I suspect she never will.
In the early days she did teen boys. As time went on she learned it was better to do men including clergymen of all denominations, business men, and some professionals. For them at that time a BJ was sufficient to satisfy them. She took a simple BJ to special heights for these men. Most had an ego desire do kneeling before them while they stood or were seated was an important visual. She always smiled at them. Licked their testicles and the shaft until they were rock hard. Only then would she lick around the head. When their hips began to move she would "Go fog the O" as she puts it. Swallowing was very important to them. She could (and does now) detect during the pre-cum whether the taste of the semen would be good or not. If it was not she would force the penis deep into her throat to avoid most of the taste. If it was acceptable she worked the head as the man came in her mouth. Most of them delighted at seeing her swallow.
Today many men mimic what they've seen on the web, facials and splattering her hair and clothes. It is a big thing for most occasions. I still prefer to stay in the woman's mouth.
Annie and our daughters all have wigs which they wear for orgies and stag parties. They know they're doing to get drenched. A motorcycle gang hired one of our daughters for a Bukakke party. There were about forty men involved. Many to the club's women "warmed up" their men for our girl to finish and then allow them to shoot semen anywhere they wanted. (A few photos from that party found their way to the Net, if I find them I'll pass them along).
The College Years
When we settled down as husband and wife I began to have pangs of conscience, guilt, and mostly, jealousy. "My wife with another man?'" permeated my thinking. Annie as usual was quite candid and practical. She suggested we complete our undergrad degrees and save enough to put one of us through grad school. Logical. I went along with it.
Along the way she befriended a few other women who needed extra money for school and about ten of them formed a group. They organized parties for faculty men, local business types and especially clergymen. Keep in mind this is the mid-sixties. They were each earning $500 per week or more. That translated to many thousand in today's dollars.
I enjoyed the new found friends because we had some interesting times. I helped arrange business parties and supervised them. I don't think Annie worked more than fifteen hours in a given week. One night she and one of the other girls did a stag party. Two hours, $300 each. I remember these vividly. She and her partner performed a lesbian act for about fifteen minutes and the two proceeded to give about thirty guys BJs. This happened once or twice a month for four years.
I found my jealousy turned to joy. Annie and I had a great sex life. We did a few kinky things together. We had our cake and were able to eat it too...
Annie's only negative was the lack of intercourse. She did significant amounts of anal and oral, but only limited vaginal intercourse, even with me for fear of becoming pregnant. We also had a couple of VD scares. Raw areas sort of like jock itch had us worried. It turned out to be a heat rash. Cold sores. Again nothing.
Within four years Annie had her doctorate and was already in practice. With some of the money she earned she built a battered women's shelter especially for abused street hookers. It is still in operation today. Most of them had multiple problems. Pimps, drugs, booze, poor education, poor health, you name it some of these poor kids had them. I say kids because most were in their teens. Because of the type of work they did they feared the police or most any other type of facility.
Annie's shelter provided or arranged for health care, counseling, clothing, even education. All but a few of the professionals are former street girls. Today they work with the police to have the younger ones brought to the shelter rather than the police station. Some of the "grads" return to their homes, some move on to other jobs and a few have followed Annie's path in the perfusion. But only a select few.
We had our first child (we have six daughters) in the late sixties. Annie had begun to have intercourse with certain selected clients. Any of the clergymen, old men, businessmen, policemen, etc. She had to know them. Annie also had a great relationship with a number of professional ballplayers, mostly black basketball players. She occasionally went on road trips with the black players and was remunerated well. She said they had the sexual stamina of many men.
Annie loved her players, the sex was great and the money good.
Annie breasted our daughter and had a client who shared the milk for a hefty price. He was odd but he really liked that and she didn't mind.
My sincerity was tested when Annie became pregnant the second time. By then she was having bareback sex with a number of men so we had no way of knowing who had made her pregnant. I had promised her any child born to our marriage was to be presumed to be ours. Period. No questions asked. Our second daughter is mulatto. Half black. We love her and accept her as simply one of six.
Actually, at least three of the children are in that category. It matters not. We are a loving and tightly knit family.