Barry's Sluts Ch. 02: Emily

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, Pet. There are no taboos here." She ran the feather down Emily's chest, savoring the breathless moan from her younger lover as the soft edge tickled her delicate, freckled skin. "And it's something that I think is worth exploring."

"You . . . ooooooh . . . you want to sell me, Mistress?"

"Rent, more like," Ariadne said. "Like you said a while ago, I did sort of 'buy' you already, so I suppose that I should try and earn some of my money back."

Emily didn't say anything else, but merely moaned in delight until Ariadne finally commanded her to cum again.

******

"M-Master? I'd l-like to ask a favor of you," Ariadne said to Barry.

"What is it, My Slut?" he asked tenderly.

"I want . . . I want you to fuck Emily."

Barry was surprised, but not completely. By now, sex was a regular in their household, and since Emily was now part of that house, he naturally assumed that it was a matter of time before he would have her. This was just much, much sooner than he had suspected.

"You know that I would be happy to, but I'm shocked—I thought you'd want to give her a bit more training before you started to share her . . ."

"Well, t-there's just one catch," Ariadne said as her finger fidgeted nervously. Barry waited for her to finish. "I want you to pay her for it."

That finally made his eyes widen. "You mean, you want to whore her?"

"Yes, Master," Ariadne told him. "I want to make it explicitly clear that she is being paid to be fucked. That you are a paying customer who is soliciting her body specifically for sex. It's become apparent to me that this is a major fantasy for my slave, and I can't think of anyone I trust more to be her first client."

This certainly wasn't what Barry had suspected, but the idea intrigued him. He could already feel his cock beginning to stiffen at the idea of being a rookie prostitute's first customer really pushed his buttons.

Barry had never bought pussy before, either—he'd had sex with many of the porn starlets whose salary he controlled, but it wasn't exactly the same. He wasn't specifically renting their bodies for a single carnal act.

"I can do that," he told Ariadne confidently. "When do you want to set it up?"

"Tonight," she told him. "I want you to come to us in our play room and offer to buy her. We can haggle for prices then, because I want her to participate in the negotiations for her own fucking."

Barry grinned evilly. Though it was hard to recall these days, it was his mother—his once-prudish, straight-laced mother—who was saying these things. A once-devoted mother and homemaker was now talking to her son about turning out her lesbian lover.

His life only continued to get more interesting.

"Done," he said. "I'll come down at nine. How's that?"

"It's perfect master, thank you," she told him gleefully.

"I'm glad you're satisfied, Slut," he said to het as he pointed to the bulge in his pants. "But now look what you've done here, with all this dirty talk of yours."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Master!" Ariadne said as she fell upon her knees. "Please, allow your slut to compensate you . . ."

******

When Barry came down to Ariadne and Emily's playpen, he was dressed to kill. Both women had to take in a gasp of air as the handsome man, decked out in his best suit and sporting his most professional haircut, came down the steps with the demeanor of a wealthy and powerful man who was coming to do business.

Her heart pounding rapidly and her body shivering, Emily couldn't help but get wet at seeing him. Now that she was aware of his relation to Ariadne, she found herself wondering just how she'd missed the family resemblance in the first place. He possessed most of her best qualities, and his good looks certainly came from Ariadne's side of the family. Emily still couldn't believe what Ariadne had told her about the two of them, but as she studied how alike they seemed, it only made her more excited.

A mother and son fucking and breeding right in the privacy of their own home—was it wrong for her to think of that as the hottest thing she'd ever heard of in her life?

As Barry entered, his eyes were focuses exclusively on her. Ariadne had chosen to dress equally professionally, with a red dress that was only slightly modest. She was, of course, wearing her slave uniform underneath it, but just for tonight, she didn't intend for Barry to fuck her, so she had no reason to dress too sexily. Tonight, it was Emily's show, and Ariadne wanted to do nothing to distract from it.

Emily, on the other hand, was dressed like a true whore. Her dark, raven hair had been dyed like it usually was, with ash-blond color gently mixed into her dark roots. Dark eyeliner and mascara gave her eyes a sultry stare and professionally-applied makeup brought out the natural beauty in the young woman's face. In truth, Emily had always hated wearing makeup and giving herself a feminine appearance, but her mistress had convinced her that this was how whores were supposed to look. And judging by the premature bulge she could see growing in Barry's crotch, it seemed that she had been right.

A whore . . . that's what I am tonight . . . a whore, Emily reminded herself over and over. Rather than feel ashamed or disgusted by the term, she felt empowered by it. She could see the glint in Barrys' eyes as he studied her, staring intently at the slutty outfit that Ariadne had purchased for her. It could barely even be called an "outfit" at all—it was a halter in which the straps covering her breasts were only long and thin enough to cover the most obscene parts. The thin material showed plenty of sideboob and cleavage, and it was only barely held together with almost-invisible string tied behind her neck and back, making the upper portion almost appear to hover over her bosom. The lower portion was a ridiculously short skirt, with only barely went lower than her pussy. Though Barry couldn't see it from his position yet, the skirt left the bottommost part of her ass cheeks uncovered, and if Emily moved just wrong—or just right—then it was easy to get a glimpse of her pussy lips.

In summation, the outfit served its purpose: to show off the merchandise and highlight that she was being purchased purely and explicitly for fucking.

"I like what I see," Barry stated with a nod. "What are your rates?"

Ariadne turned to Emily and smiled. "Well, go on, sweetie. Tell the man what your pussy's worth."

Emily swallowed nervously, attempting to speak but barely getting anything other than a low squeak. Ariadne smiled and then placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and it immediately helped to relax her.

"T-Twenty for a handjob, fifty for a . . . a blow job and . . . one hundred f-for p-p-p-pussy."

She couldn't help it. Even though Barry wasn't exactly a stranger, she barely knew him and the idea of selling her body made her ridiculously nervous. Despite the pretense, this was a real prostitution deal for all intents and purposes. Emily was actually stating her price for a man to take her somewhere and fuck her.

Barry thought for a moment and then frowned. "That's a little low, don't you think?"

Ariadne cocked her head. "Is it?"

"Oh yeah. You're totally gypping yourselves if you think that's all she's worth. Your slut here is obviously a fine piece of ass, even though she is still a bit on the scrawny side. But, once she fills out those hips and tits a little bit more, you should be able to get at least twice that much."

Ariadne and Emily looked at each other, stunned. "Then . . . what is your choice of service, Sir?"

"What the hell do you think?" Barry snapped. "I want everything this bitch has got." He reached into his pocket and pulled out some bills he only haphazardly counted them before handing the money to Emily.

With a nervous hand, Emily took the money and counted it. There was over four-hundred there!

"Just an incentive to do a good job," Barry told her. "I want you to try and give me my money's worth."

Emily had to fight back the urge to cum right then and there. It was then, at that moment, that she could feel all nervousness starting to fade. The power and excitement she felt doing this was becoming too great—there was no way that she was going to turn back now, even if she'd wanted to.

"Where do you want me, handsome?"

Barry smiled. "Why don't you follow me to my car and we'll find a nice motel so that we can have a little privacy."

Emily returned his grin. "Sounds good, lover."

When the two of them got to the motel room, Emily immediately got to work and pressed herself to Barry the moment that the door was shut. She began to struggle with his suit and tie, all the while, wrestling her lips upon his and exploring the depths of his mouth with her tongue. Barry's hands roamed freely over her body, lewdly feeling every inch of her body—the body she had just sold to him. His touch excited her, intensified by the knowledge that he had paid for the right to do what he wanted with her.

When she had his jacket off and his shirt unbuttoned, Emily immediately went to work on his pants. She undid his belt, unbuckled his fly, and then pulled his briefs down to his ankles, finally exposing his impressive, nine-inch length. Emily honestly hadn't expected it to be that long—but now that she saw it, she licked her lips with a hunger that she hadn't expected.

This was going to be more exciting than she'd ever thought.

"The fuck you waiting for, slut? Do your damn job," Barry said, waving his cock inches from her face.

Again, his aggressiveness excited her, and Emily threw her lips over the dome of his member. She had never sucked a cock as long as his before, so she intended to take things a bit gently at first.

But Barry wasn't having anything of the sort. Placing his hands atop her head, he pulled her head onto his cock, sending the length of it directly into her throat. This caused an involuntary reaction which both startled Emily and forced her to cum at the same time. She could feel the head of his cock tickling her tonsils, and her throat was threatening to gag. Her hands flailed wildly and her heartbeat sped. She screamed loudly as she came, the most strange and intense feeling she'd ever had before.

Without a trace of gentleness, Barry began to fuck her throat, and Emily's body just went limp with pleasure. She became a ragdoll as she allowed her john to use her slutty mouth in whatever manner he wished. Barry grunted and growled like a beast as he fucked her mouth and, after several minutes, he finally went rigid and Emily could feel his thick, syrupy cream splash into her throat. This was another first for her, and she found herself unable to deny how good it felt, how delicious his cum tasted. When he pulled his knob out, she eagerly licked her tongue across it as her fingers squeezed and milked his length, trying to coax every drop that she could get.

It was at that time Emily began to feel somewhat disappointed; her first client had already cum, and though she'd found it exhilarating, she was sorry that he didn't even get started on her pus—

"Enough stalling now, let's get you on that bed," he said.

Her eyes went wide. He couldn't be ready again so soon!

But, Barry only stared at her expectantly, and Emily rose up and easily slipped out of her barely-there slut dress, letting it fall to the floor where she stood. She then took herself to the bed and laid down upon it, staring right into her client's eyes as she spread her legs to give him a perfect glimpse of his purchase.

In seconds, Barry threw off the last vestiges of clothing, crawled onto the bed and mounted her. There was no kissing, no coddling and no romance of any kind. He just stuck his cock into her pussy and began to plow her over and over with the hardest, most intense thrusts he could manage. Emily came immediately after he began—both from how good it actually felt, and from the thought that she was being fucked like a true whore. He was using her body as his own personal toy, and nothing more. He'd paid for her pussy, and he was obviously eager to get what it was worth.

Emily's legs spread wide and kicked wildly, her hands clawed at his back as she climaxed, and she couldn't help but scream. Ariadne had trained her to be receptive to her johns' fucking, but that wasn't necessary here. She was screaming "Yes! God yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" of her own volition, without needing to put on a show for her customer.

She could understand, now, why Ariadne had been enslaved by this man's cock. He was phenomenal! He seemed to pick up on everything, even the slightest bit of body language. If Emily moved her hips to get a slightly different angle, Barry accommodated her by moving his in a complimentary fashion. When she wanted her tits played with, his hands were already there before she could hint at it. And when she was ready for him to flip her around and fuck her like a dog from behind, he was way ahead of her, and pounding her from behind while she screamed with delight.

After nearly an hour, it was over, and Barry had filled every hole she had with spunk. Emily was still gasping for breath, barely even conscious of her surroundings when it was over, her body tingling from the intensity and wellness of her fucking. By the time she became aware again, she saw that Barry was almost suited again, buttoning his coat as he readied to leave.

He reached into his pocket and tossed her another roll of bills. "Here. You were even better than what I paid you earlier. Go catch yourself a cab and get something to eat if you like. You were an outstanding fuck, and if you do like I said and get a little meat on you, you'll be hearing from me again."

And with that, he turned and left the room, leaving Emily naked, sweaty and with a stack of money in her hands as she weighed the consequences of what she'd done.

She couldn't hide the smile on her face or the rush she felt inside. Just holding this money—her first-time fuck money—made her feel like a brand new woman.

She knew now that this was something she needed.

******

Things became hectic over the next several months. Ariadne got the ball rolling on some patents, although it would take a year or longer before anything came out of it. At the least, now they were semi-protected against imitators and could stick the words 'Patent Pending' all over their marketing. Ariadne even started her own subsidiary company specifically for the licensing and selling of sex toys, doing her best to keep its loose affiliation with Stallion Productions secret. Under this action, she was able to manufacture a number of refined version of Emily's machines, with subtle changes and alterations made for safer and a more pleasing asthetic design. Plastic coverings, dyed in delicate pinks and blues were applied in order to make them appear less like cold, mechanical devices and more like welcoming home appliances.

Suzanna had begun writing letters and sending e-mails to Mayor Thornton's office, asking to speak with him, but his secretary always stated that he was "busy" or "unavailable". That didn't deter Suzanna any, and she continued to send the letters on a tri-weekly basis, ignoring every reply they sent requesting her to stop flooding them. Suzanna merely replied that she wouldn't stop until she or her husband managed to secure an audience with the Mayor and that, in the meantime, she would continue to make HUGE donations to the Mayor's political opponents.

In the meantime, their attorney was having aneurysms dealing with the local press. By now, the initlal story had aired, and several follow-ups were being attempted. The press hovered around their property like vultures, and mobs of protestors had begun to appear, calling the Garretts "abominations" and demanding that they leave their peaceful, "moral" suburb.

For the most part, the family ignored them and let them bark all they wanted. Still, it was beginning to become annoying, living their lives on eggshells. Ariadne had already given birth to Barry's third child, and . . . reluctantly . . . they were careful not to make her pregnant with a fourth just yet. Barry was, after all, the only man in their entire household, and Ariadne didn't have much of a routine or a social life, so it would be all too easy for the nosy press to understand how she was getting knocked up time and time again. Heck, in at least one of the news articles that had been run, people were already implying this. Fortunately, though, they lacked proof.

Emily had to be careful as well she had begun going on "dates" for months now, being paid to be an escort. Ariadne was still her mistress and her madam, and they were careful to skirt the bounds of the law, never calling what they did "prostitution" or "hooking". Emily merely went on dates with men who sometimes wanted to give her "gifts" and sometimes she even went on outcalls to personally pitch one of her own fucking machines by letting a client rent both her and the device for a "free trial". So far, those sorts of sales had a 100% success rate, and Emily was beginning to enjoy her new lifestyle immensely.

The rest of their publicity came from Rod's hotels, where the machines were being put to use in some of the BDSM quarters of the hotels. Businessmen were paying Rod's escorts to be their bondage slaves, using Emily's devices to torture them with ecstasy. Vacationing husbands were letting their wives cuckold them as their lovers fucked them with a machine until they begged them for their real cock, right as their husbands watched. Rod eventually doubled his initial investment and told Barry that he wanted him to double his order—by the end of the quarter, he wanted every hotel he earned to have at least two of these machines.

Rick, in the meantime, had basically been promoted to the manager of "Clitacasm", as Emily was way too busy with her other ventures to run the store properly. Fortunately, by this time, the mall had had enough of how the protestors had begun affecting business and had them all ejected. And thanks to the money that his sister and their boss had garnered recently, Clitacasm was experiencing an influx of business—especially from the new online catalog that Ariadne had paid to establish. Clitacasm had become the exclusive retailer of an entire brand of sex machines based on their designs. After only a few months, in fact, Rick had convinced the two of them that they needed to leave the mall, so they were in the process of finding a new location, with bigger space for their inventory.

And at the same time, Rick couldn't help but notice that his sister seemed . . . different. The change startled him at first, but the more he got to see it, the more he realized that it was a very pleasant change. She seemed brighter, happier . . . sexier.

Despite all of their struggles, setbacks, and the opposition that surrounded them, the Garretts were becoming richer and more powerful than ever.

****** EPILOGUE 1 ******

One day, Barry was sitting in his office in Los Angeles, trying to develop a business plan for the next fiscal year at Stallion Productions when he got a call from his friend Rod.

"Hey Barry, how soon can you be in Vegas, man?"

"I could probably book a flight and be there in a few hours, why?"

"I think I might have found the answer to all your problems, man. Get here when you can."

Rod hung up and Barry sat back in his chair and thought. An answer to all of his problems? That seemed a little convenient. In the pit of his belly, he was getting a bad feeling, but Rod had never let him down before, so he decided to give the guy a chance. Barry had his secretary book his flight and he was able to land in Vegas a little more than two hours after Rod's call.