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A buzz from the intercom. It’s Jaan, down at the front door. (I will tell you more about my lovely Jaan a bit later.)His voice is deep, resonant, respectful but with a twinkle of humour too.”Sylvia, your guests have arrived.””Thank you, Jaan. Would you please offer them a drink? I need ten minutes.”The guests are early, eager perhaps? I smooth my dress and check my make-up, and then I put on my mask. A face-covering is an essential feature of my work. I must never allow myself to be recognised.The mask is black and lacey to match my lingerie. It’s sufficient to conceal my identity but leaves my nose and mouth exposed. I take one last look around the room. I like to begin with the room brightly lit. Softer lighting comes later once everyone is settled.A pee, a wipe, a wash of the hands, and now I am ready to receive my unknown visitors.Interestingly, after all this time in Amsterdam, I still feel anxious at this point. I feel perfectly safe with Jaan close at hand, but it sometimes takes a while to relax inexperienced guests.I press the buzzer, and Jaan picks up the phone immediately.”Send ’em up, Jaan!””They are on their way, Madam!”Now there will be a pause as the guests finish their drinks. Then Jaan will show them to the elevator, and I will hear the rattle of the ancient machinery as it clanks and squeals. My home consists of the top two floors of an ancient house on the Keizersgracht. Right at the top, under the eves, is where I sleep and live the everyday life of an Amsterdammer. There’s a tiny kitchen, a good-sized bathroom, and my bedroom faces East and some mornings, the sun simply pours in.In case you are wondering, I live alone here. But I do have girlfriends, no one ‘special’. I know that will happen one day, and meanwhile, I am busy with my work.I hear the elevator doors slam shut, and the cage ascends. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. My kind of work is not for the faint-hearted.There’s a metallic clatter as the elevator arrives, and it’s showtime!I step out into the hallway in readiness. As the elevator grill slides back, I stand back a Ataşehir Escort little, half-hidden by the lighting. It all adds to the ‘moment’.”Welcome. My name is Sylvia.” I say brightly, holding out my hand. Two women emerge from the elevator. Both are wearing hooded gowns that conceal their faces in the semi-darkness.The gowns are all part of the mystique of this place and the exclusive services I provide. Some regular guests possess their own, and newcomers are supplied with something suitable by Jaan as they arrive,So, two women. one seems mature, the other young. The elder of the two takes my hand.”My name is Elena. May I introduce my partner Sophia.”I take the younger girl’s hand and give it an affectionate squeeze.”Please come inside and make yourselves comfortable,” I say. I stand aside and let them enter the room first.It’s a crucial moment. I must allow time for my guests to acclimatise to their surroundings. “It’s so beautiful here,” murmured Elena. “Thank you. It is an extraordinary place, is it not?”I am trying to give the impression that I am just as much a stranger here as they are. Now the moment arrives where I must assume control. In a slow, deliberate voice, I say.”If you wish, you may remove your gowns and reveal yourselves.”Elena is the first to throw back her hood and unfasten her gown. She lets it fall to the floor.Elena is an attractive woman in her late forties but with a youthful spirit. Tall and shapely and beautifully dressed, confident and poised. FUCK… it’s my fucking MOTHER! I turn away, gripped the edge of the table. Inside, I am screaming.Struggling to compose myself, I turn back, relying on my mask to conceal my reaction. Now Sophia shrugs back her hood and, as her hands move to unfasten the gown, I realise ‘Sophia’ is my younger sister.With alarm bells clamouring in my head, I say the first thing that comes into my head.”Let’s have some champagne?”Without waiting for a response, I buzz down to Jaan.As usual, he answered immediately. “Champagne Sylvia?””Thank you, Jaan.””Is everything okay, Ataşehir Escort Bayan Sylvia?””Oh yes, very okay thank you, Jaan.”Jaan had detected the tremor in my voice because I am still reeling from the shock of providing sexual services to my own family!Jaan has been like a father to me. I feel safe and protected when he’s around, and he has an instinct about my guests. My lovely Jaan will have checked over anyone entering that elevator. I need to fill in some details here. You see, I left home a long time ago to escape my father. I haven’t seen any of my family for about twelve years.So by now, my sister would be about eighteen, and here she is so lovely. Slim, leggy, and so pretty. And my mother? How she suffered. My father was brutal to her. My sister and I used to hide in the cupboard under the stairs while it was happening. At last, a knock at the door. Jaan is here and brings me quickly back to the here and now.He brings in two bottles of champagne, a giant ice bucket, and three glasses. Then, with a great show of dignity, he opens the bottle, fills our glasses, buries the bottle in the ice bucket, and leaves the room with a slight bow. Before closing the door, he pauses and looks directly at me and raises an eyebrow. I nod to acknowledge his unspoke question and to let him know that I have the situation just about under control.My guests are settled now. I have overcome my shock and am now turning to my professionalism to sustain me through the next episode.”So.” There’s a single word that is required at this point. It eloquently signifies when my clients need to reveal their desires, their reasons for investing so much money in my services.And so, placing my hands on my knees and looking directly at ‘Elena'”So… “There is no hesitation as my mother turns to her daughter and puts a hand on her shoulder.”Sylvia, I want to watch you fuck Sophia’s brains out.”And, without missing a beat, I reply, “It would be my pleasure. Elena.” Now I need to check because every client’s free consent is paramount here. I reach Escort Ataşehir down to kiss my sister’s lips.”Sophia, is this what you had in mind too?” I whisper.Sophia looks up at me, her brown eyes wide, her pupils dilated. “Yes, Sylvia, you can do whatever you want to me.”No more words are necessary. I smile reassuringly at my little sister and lead her into the bedroom and the candlelight.Elena follows and settles herself on a pile of cushions.And so it begins.I lead the girl to a massive wall mirror, and now Sophia is facing her own reflection, barely a metre away. She is so lovely. Over the years, she has grown into a beautiful young woman.Sophia stands perfectly and lets me unfastened the buttons at the back of her dress. The soft silk from her shoulders falls to her waist and drapes from her hips. Her petite breasts need no additional support, and now Sophia is topless.I can see Sophia looking critically at herself. I note that her beautiful coral pink nipples are slightly inverted.I slide her panties down, let her step out of them. Next, the hold-up stocking and heels and Sophia is utterly naked.I look back at Elena. Her eyes are narrow slits as she gazes intensely at her daughter’s naked body.While the girl continues to stand facing the mirror, I caress her back, flanks, and, finally, her beautifully formed bottom. I feel her body respond as I reach round to touch the blonde tuft of pubic hair. I hear a gasp as I slide my hand between her legs and feel the heat of her sex and its wetness.I turn Sophia around to face me, and I suck each nipple in turn, so each comes erect. They are so deliciously beautiful. Then, in a sudden and spontaneous gesture, Sophia put her arms around my neck and kisses me with shocking passion.Now is the time to act. I lead my sister to the bed and position her to sit astride the corner of the bed. Piling pillows behind her back, I make sure she is comfortable. She watches as I strip. I don’t make a song and dance about it. Quickly and efficiently, I take all my clothes off.Kneeling now and with my hands on her knees, I smile up at Sophia, just to make sure this is really what she wants. The look on her face tells me everything, and so I bury my face between her legs and begin.As a professional, I reveal no preference for whatever sex act I am requested to provide, but licking a fresh young pussy is definitely at the top of my list.
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