"Laughter" is the prompt this week and while this story isn't meant to provoke laughter it does involve Isobel's sexy laugh attracting attention - I did write something last week which I thought might raise a laugh but not sure anyone else did - maybe tears were a more appropriate response anyway - depends on your age I guess!
Tell me, lovely, loving pair!
Why so kind, and so severe?
Why so careless of our care,
Only to yourselves so dear?
On The Friendship Betwixt Two Ladies, Edmund Waller, 1606-1687
Isobel's visits to the City and Luna now gave her life shape. She hadn't yet formulated the right description for her relationship with Luna. They certainly weren't punter and client, they were definitely friends, they had sex, glorious, kinky sex, but weren't lovers in the way most people use that word either.
What mattered, though, was she now had someone she could be utterly honest with and who offered only support not judgement. Luna in turn had shared her story of the abusive husband who disappeared when she finally stood up to him, how she had raised their child alone and who was now at University making Luna very proud. Her choice to become an escort arose from a drunken conversation with a school friend who revealed that she worked in the afternoons while the kids were at school so she could enjoy the sort of life style she wanted. The same friend had given Luna the advice she still lived by - "Charge more than they expect, give them an unforgettable time and don't take shit from anyone!"
Luna now only saw one or two clients on days she was working, many of them regulars, and while she didn't consider herself a specialist she made clear that there were very few kinks she wasn't up for. None of this felt remotely problematic for Isobel and when they had sex it was always felt new, fresh and very rewarding.
They were drinking coffee in a cafe near Luna’s work flat after a healthy salad lunch. Isobel had spent the morning at the Library but her efforts to make sense of her life had yet again met with a blank. Her frustration was now being compounded by learning that she was not going to be able to have sex with Luna that afternoon because John, a valued client had rung from the airport earlier after discovering his flight was delayed for 24 hours and asking for a session with her.
Isobel changed the subject to the other thing she had looked at during the morning - plastic surgery. Luna had some experience of this and as Isobel already knew her magnificent 36DD breasts owed as much to science as to nature. However, she was cautious about the extent of surgery that Isobel would require and urged her to think long and hard before starting to explore her options.
"Your scars are extraordinary but they are part of you now. One day I hope you will learn what led you to the place where you got them. I know it will be hard but we both know that is what you want."
Isobel thought about his for a few moments but was a little surprised to hear herself reply "What I want right now is to fuck that sweet cunt of yours"
Luna couldn't stop herself smiling and as she did she reached her hand across the table and placed it over Isobel's. But the smile faded and after a long pause she began to speak hesitantly.
"I thought about this when the client rang earlier but decided not to say anything. Perhaps I was wrong and I should give you the chance to decide - it would be a big step though"
Isobel knew Luna well enough by now to know that she cared only for her welfare but even as she was speaking she understood what she was going to ask and why she was so hesitant.
"Oh, I so want to try that, believe me" she quickly said "But what about the scars?"
Luna smiled and leaned forward and asked if she was really sure about taking part in a threesome with a man she had never met. Isobel's response was "As long as he is good looking!” followed by that throaty laugh which as so often unhelpfully attracted the attention of other diners.
Luna grabbed Isobel's hand saying "In that case lets go - he's due in an hour and we need to get you ready". Isobel was now puzzled but willingly followed her friend her spirits rising by the second as she thought about seeing Luna naked again.
Once at the flat Luna explained that her plan was for Isobel to wear her latex catsuit and the strap on cock. It took them many minutes and a lot of talc to get her into it but fortunately they were a similar size and while she couldn't quite match Luna's remarkable bosom, she still filled the suit more than adequately. Some tissues in the toes of a pair of stilettos and she was almost ready.
"And for a finishing touch you should wear the full-face hood too" Luna said. Isobel had kept her hair close cropped so getting the hood on wasn't overly difficult. She then stood before the full-length mirror and saw herself enclosed in shiny rubber from top to bottom and realised that it made her feel very, very good.
Just then the bell rang and without a second thought Isobel took charge - "Don't tell John I'm here. Let it be a little surprise for him when he's ready for us" "Wow - you really are up for this - now hide in the kitchen while I let him in." said Luna.
When John emerged from the bathroom, handsome, naked and freshly showered the first thing he saw was Isobel and his jaw dropped at exactly the same moment his cock came to attention.
"Hello John" said Isobel moving towards him and placing her rubber cock in his right hand while hers grasped his. “Luna tells me your fantasy is spit roasting her - well I'm here to make it a reality" She then leaned forward and whispered in his ear "And I'm going to let you choose which end you take while we do a little warm up” John then endeared himself to Isobel by having the composure to take her rubber clad face in her hands and French kiss her before saying- "Delighted to meet you – I think we’ll make a good team”
Once John was seated at the foot of the bed with firm instructions not to move and to keeps his hands off his cock Isobel directed Luna to the bed before grabbing a butt plug which she inserted into her friend just a little brutally but silenced her complaints with firm slap to the face.
For the next fifteen minutes the two women explored each other’s vaginas with tongues and fingers before Isobel began inserting her rubber cock into one of Luna’s two currently available orifices. After fucking her to orgasm she told John to watch closely while she face fucked her friend to the point where her gag reflex kicked in. Once the cock was removed Luna began to say something only to be told very firmly that her mouth was to only be opened when John was ready to put his cock in it. Luna now invited John to join her and without hesitation the fleshy cock entered Luna's mouth while Isobel removed the butt plug and replaced it with her cock. Within minutes Isobel was fairly sure that John's spunk was starting to fill Luna's mouth while she was once more starting to orgasm.
Luna’s ability to keep John's cock in her mouth, drain it of spunk and have an orgasm all at the same time was deeply impressive but Isobel wasn’t done yet. “Do not swallow” she barked withdrawing from her and gesturing to John to do the same. She then leaned down and kissed Luna deeply taking some of the warm liquid into her own mouth. Both women then stood up and embraced John and one after the other returned his offering before telling him to swallow - which to his credit he did willingly.
An hour later Isobel had finally drawn the session to an end and John was dressed and about to leave. He thanked Luna, hugged her and they agreed to meet again in a few weeks’ time though she was clear that would be a 1 to 1 affair. He then turned to Isobel who was still masked. He thanked her politely and asked if he might kiss her one final time - she had enjoyed their session and respected his willingness to follow her lead so she happily agreed and they shared a long, deep and lingering kiss. "Perhaps we will meet again and next time I will be able to fuck you while I look at your face" he said - "Perhaps" she replied and ushered him out of the door.
The laughter that followed was not at his expense but their own for the outrageous way they had behaved that afternoon and the knowledge that neither regretted a minute of it. Finally, they calmed down and Luna looked Isobel in the eye and said "I think we now know what your profession was Mistress Isobel!
Link to the next part of Isobel's story here