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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Twenty Six (26/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HFM caution)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 26 of 36
Keywords: HFM caution 
Short Summary: Innocence and Dodie make extra money as prostitutes.

Innocence Lost
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Resume of whole novel
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Innocence is a girl quite simply lost in a world where she feels she 
doesn't belong. And no wonder! Innocence is no ordinary girl. Despite 
her beauty, she has a penis and a pair of testicles that marks her out 
from everyone else. Innocence is lost. This novel tells how Innocence 
finds herself through sex, love and videotape. 



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Previously
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Innocence is persuaded by Dodie to make fuck films for a living. 



Chapter Twenty Six
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In Which Innocence is made more widely available and 
Dodie enjoys Innocence with a client. 



Innocence had never known as much wealth before as her 
new pornographic career promised her, but she and Dodie 
were spending it with a wild abandon that was both 
reckless and, as it turned out, foolish. There was not 
only the extortionate rent she was paying for their 
expensive Congress flat. There were income tax bills to 
be met. There were the purchases on furniture, computers, 
audio and visual equipment, original paintings and 
decorator's bills. There were also expensive nights out 
in restaurants and night clubs. And all of these were 
purchased on credit meant to be paid by future earnings. 
However, Innocence's income was much slower in arriving 
than the bills and she worried just how she could 
possibly afford all that she now owed.

She and Dodie spent a few distressing evenings in front of 
the log fire studying the bills and calculating their future 
earnings on the spreadsheets of their notebook computer. 
The sums just did not balance. The choice was stark. Either 
they had to reduce the outgoings and perhaps pawn off 
some of their purchases or find a way of increasing their 
income.

"Perhaps I should sell my body," reflected Innocence sadly.

Dodie laughed, hugging her lover's naked body close to her 
and idly stroking her penis. "Don't be silly, sweetest! You 
already do that."

"No," said Innocence in deadly seriousness. "I mean 
prostitution. I mean selling my body for sex for immediate 
tax free benefits. I've had a few offers from escort agencies 
and brothels to service their clients. I've always ignored 
them, but perhaps I should be more open to it."

"Oh, don't do it!" Dodie exclaimed. "I'd hate to think of 
strange men fucking you. I tremble at the idea of some fat 
overweight man's prick stuck deep inside your sweet arse."

"As you say, how's that any different to what I already do 
for a living?" Innocence asked Dodie. "Why not do it for 
the money I'd earn? It'd soon put us in the clear."

Innocence's lover couldn't dispute the truth of that, 
although she believed that fucking in front of the camera was 
somehow more acceptable than doing the same thing in the 
capacity of a prostitute. "At least in fuck films it's a 
kind of make-believe," she claimed rather uncertainly.

It didn't seem like make-believe to Innocence whose 
penis and arse were often quite sore for days after a 
gruelling filming session, but the two girls reluctantly 
came to the conclusion that it would indeed resolve their 
immediate cash flow crisis. The following day, Innocence 
telephoned some of the proprietoresses of brothels and 
escort agencies whose cards she'd retained when they'd 
been offered her. It wasn't too easy to find them all, 
as they were scattered about in several trouser pockets 
and handbags, and some had been used for shopping lists, 
roaches or for jotting down other people's telephone numbers. 

The procuresses and proprietoresses were all delighted at 
the prospect of representing Innocence, and within hours 
she found her diary full of appointments at hotel foyers and 
homes in smart parts of the town. She dressed up in the 
expensive revealing clothes she was advised to wear, 
including rather more underwear than she usually ever 
bothered with. As she pulled on the stockings and secured 
the garters she was reminded why she never troubled herself 
with them. Dodie was very dismissive of the image she 
presented: her face heavily made up and her hair tied 
back off her face.

"You mustn't believe that you're the part you're playing," 
she pleaded. "Don't forget you're only doing it to solve 
our immediate crisis. You mustn't make a permanent 
career out of it."

Innocence nodded and waited anxiously for the taxi to 
arrive to take her to her first client. This was a rather fat 
man who was quite as unattractive in appearance as Dodie 
feared. He had a short stubby beard that brushed 
uncomfortably against Innocence's face as he slobbered over 
her, and he was very quick in pulling off her clothes so 
that he could have a long stare at her penis. He greedily 
pushed it straight into his mouth, despite the fact that it 
was still quite limp and showed very little promise of 
becoming fully erect. Innocence, however, was a professional 
by now. She knew how to stimulate herself and, despite her 
physical revulsion, she brought her penis up to an erection.

Fortunately for her, the man's tastes were rather more in 
being fucked than doing the fucking, so Innocence was 
spared the discomfort that usually followed a night of 
buggery and spent her time while thrusting into his flabby 
hairy buttocks visualising her lover, Dodie, and thinking of 
her beauty. Most of the night was spent in bed with the 
man wrapped around her, moaning constantly about his 
frigid wife, his ungrateful children, his sluttish mistress and 
the punitive tax system.

Not all Innocence's clients were as easy as her first. Some 
were rather keen on buggering her and took particularly 
pleasure in the pain it sometimes caused her, adding to it 
by aggressively squeezing her breasts and pushing her into 
unnatural positions. The only consolation Innocence 
found in these circumstances was the thought that these 
extra torments would appreciably increase the size of her 
final invoice and be reflected in a more sizeable tip. Some 
clients were more insecure and nervous. They had either 
clearly never had sex with a woman as beautiful as her 
before or were novices to having sex with anyone endowed 
with a penis. These men were generally happy for Innocence 
to do all the fucking, and sometimes weren't interested in 
penetrative sex at all (though they would be charged for it 
anyway).

Innocence discovered that much of the time spent with such 
clients was in conversation. The sex was just an excuse 
to spend time with a beautiful woman and offload on her 
all their worries and concerns. Innocence had sympathy for 
some of them. Not all of them were interested in her 
merely because they wanted a more varied sex life. There 
were those who had recently lost their wives or partners 
through bereavement, divorce or separation, and for whom 
Innocence was just a pale substitute for the love they had 
lost. There were others who dared not admit their 
homosexual taste to their colleagues, family or friends, and 
found the service of male or transsexual prostitutes to be 
the only outlet they could find for their irrepressible 
desires. Many, however, saw Innocence as a purchase just 
like any other. She was viewed in much the same way as a 
good meal in a restaurant, business class in an 
aeroplane, or a visit to the opera. She was just another 
affordable luxury and from whom they expected a luxury 
service in accordance to the vast sums they paid for her 
services.

All of them were in awe at her body. It just didn't seem 
possible that a woman so feminine in almost every way 
could be blessed with a penis that functioned so well 
and was so naturally appointed. Some looked for evidence 
of operations that would explain her appearance. Did she 
have the penis grafted on? Or was it the breasts? Innocence 
endured this scrutiny, as she did the sex, by focussing her 
mind on the returns it brought her and how much it helped 
reduce her never-ending debts.

"You can't do all this work yourself!" Dodie protested as 
she listened to Innocence's accounts. "It's not fair that 
the debts we've both incurred should be entirely paid for 
by your hard labour. You must let me do some work as well."

Innocence was very reluctant to do so. She loved Dodie too 
much to willingly let her suffer in that way. But Dodie 
was insistent. SShe clung to Innocence, her hand gripping 
the length of her warm firm penis and her head buried on 
Innocence's shoulder where she felt the moisture of her 
lover's tears. "We must do this together! It's not right 
that you do so much for me and I do so little."

Innocence at last relented but only on the promise that the 
two should work in tandem, so Dodie shouldn't be left 
entirely to the mercy of a client by herself. Although 
Dodie pointed out quite correctly that she was at least as 
experienced in sex with men as Innocence, albeit in a non-
professional capacity, Innocence was adamant that she not 
be left totally unprotected. She could also see that despite 
Dodie's enthusiasm for sex with the men and women she met at 
night clubs and parties, it was quite a different thing to 
be fucked by a man with whom she'd not really chosen to have 
sex.

Innocence informed her procuresses of Dodie's wish that the 
two of them be made available for services as a couple, 
rather hoping that her offer would be turned down. As luck 
would have it, however, the procuresses were delighted at 
the suggestion and it was within a day that she and Dodie 
their first joint appointment with a client. Innocence was 
relatively pleased to learn that he was quite young in 
comparison to many clients, being in his mid-thirties and 
apparently not disfigured in any way. However, when 
Innocence and Dodie arrived at his town flat in the 
Congress City centre, not too far from the seat of 
government, he certainly didn't appear very handsome. He 
wore thick glasses that didn't disguise his prominent squint.

"You're here, yes. Very good, yes. I want you to take off 
your clothes right away, yes," he commanded. 

Innocence knew by now that taking clothes off did not usually 
mean total nudity to clients, and she'd already informed Dodie 
of the fact. Dodie had covered her short hair with a long wig 
and some tight leather clothes, under which she wore black 
nylon stockings and lace suspenders. Following Innocence's 
example she took off her leather skirt and jacket, and then, 
with the same exaggerated slowness exhibited by Innocence 
she pulled down her satin knickers to reveal the full 
hairiness of her crotch. The man, however, was much more 
interested in Innocence's penis when its flabby length 
appeared from beneath the hand that discreetly and 
theatrically covered it while her knickers were 
disentangled from the high stiletto heels which caught 
up in them.

"It's real, yes? It's a real prick? And you're a real girl, yes? 
Like the agency promised? Not a man with pumped up tits 
and silicone padding out the buttocks. Yes?"

"This is the way I was born and this is the way I am," 
announced Innocence, repeating a line she'd used with 
rather more clients than she cared to remember. "It's a real 
penis and I can prove it to you if you like."

"Yes, I would like that. Yes," continued the man, who 
Innocence was sure she vaguely recognised from 
somewhere. While the man kneeled down on the carpet 
between her legs and licked and sucked her penis, she tried 
to remember where she might have seen him before. She 
smiled sadly at Dodie who hovered uncertainly near 
the mantel-piece wondering what she ought to do while 
Innocence was receiving such exclusive attention. 

Innocence had plenty of time to reflect on who the man 
was as the evening proceeded. He had paid for the two 
girls to stay overnight; costing what even now seemed to 
Innocence an enormous amount of money. Enough to pay 
off the television and the sofa. And that was before the 
inevitable tips. She and Dodie were soon to stage 
lovemaking in front of the man, knowing their client 
would intervene when he reached his desired state of 
arousal. 

This was the first time she had ever made love to a 
woman, particularly Dodie, wearing such ludicrous 
underwear except in front of the camera, and a very 
strange experience it was too. The feel of nylon smooth 
against her thighs. The brush of lace against her face. 
The tight grip of the bra straps digging into Dodie's 
chest just below her tiny breasts as she pulled them down 
to reveal the full size of her swelling nipples. There was 
still the familiar smell of Dodie's cunt and the full 
exuberance of pubic hair rubbing against her lips and 
catching in the gaps between her teeth. There was still the 
ooze of Dodie's juices welcoming Innocence's penis as she 
entered and the never less than genuine cry of pleasure 
from her lover as she responded to Innocence's thrusts and 
burst into repeated and insistent cries of ecstasy and 
orgasmic joy. And the ease in which her lubricated anus 
permitted her penis to slide in gently hitting the slight 
resistance of her duodenum against her thrusts.

Innocence nearly forgot the presence of the man who had 
in the meantime divested himself of his clothes and was 
now wearing stockings and suspenders over his hairy legs,  
a bra over the thick wiry hairs of his chest and a satsuma 
in his mouth. He was still wearing his thick glasses. He 
then entered deep inside Innocence's arse crying in a 
curious strangled way as he penetrated her. "Yes!" He 
cried. "Yes yes yes!" He gripped her around the shoulders 
and one hand pawed Dodie's breasts. 

He was very brutal in his lovemaking, and he was only 
interested in anal entry. He totally ignored Dodie's 
vagina and was not even very keen on Innocence 
penetrating her there. He pushed Dodie down onto the 
ground, her face buried into the carpet as he thrust again 
and again into her arse while Innocence was instructed to 
enter his hairy arse from behind, some of the matted hair of 
which interfered with the natural rhythm of Innocence's 
thrusts. Innocence worried about Dodie. The man wasn't 
especially interested in her as a human being. She was 
nothing more than a tight orifice to be repeatedly 
battered into.

He withdrew his penis and Innocence noticed with a pang 
that it was slightly discoloured by shit and a trace of blood. 
This clearly excited him. "Look at it, yes!" he cried. "It's 
you that is, yes! It's you that shit!" He then thrust it straight 
into Dodie's mouth, pulling her body round so that it could 
enter her without Innocence having to retract from him and 
Dodie sucked his penis with an expression of disgust and 
distaste the man found even more exciting. "You don't like 
the taste of shit, do you? Yes? Shall I shit in your mouth? 
Shall I piss on you? Yes?"

Fortunately, Dodie was spared these indignities as the mere 
thought of such toilet fun caused him to instantly ejaculate 
which he sprayed over Dodie's face. "See if you like spunk, 
bitch! Tastes good, yes? Better than shit, yes?"

As the man collapsed onto the carpet with his arms 
wrapped around Dodie and her, Innocence was able to look 
longer at the man's face. He never usually dressed so 
bizarrely, but he almost certainly wore the same thick 
glasses. She eventually placed him. Of course, it was obvious 
for someone who owned a flat in this part of the city. He was 
a senior minister in the government. Innocence wasn't sure 
whether it was in defence or education or maybe he was the 
Minister for the Arts. Perhaps she'd seen pictures of him 
leaving the theatre with his pretty wife balanced on his 
arm. As far as Innocence knew, he was the most senior 
person with whom she'd ever had sex.

Unfortunately, the minister soon regained his appetite for 
sex and this continued to be at least as bizarre as his tastes 
had already proved to be. He had both Dodie and 
Innocence piss straight into his mouth. He lay underneath 
Innocence as she crapped onto his face which he then proceeded 
to eat and smother into his nose. He had Dodie lash at him 
with the flex of a television aerial, and then had her push 
a carrot deep inside his arse while Innocence squeezed his 
prick with a large paper clip. He put his head in a bin liner 
and yelped as both Dodie and Innocence flayed him with belts 
and braces. He then insisted on spending the night in the bath 
in the fetid smell of turds and urine he coated on himself.

"I don't think I want to do this ever again!" sighed Dodie, 
wrapping her abused body around Innocence's as they lay 
in the bed that the man had so considerately left empty for 
them. "I never believed that sex could be so joyless and 
disgusting."

Innocence kissed Dodie tenderly. "After tonight, and what 
he'll be paying us," she said with a smile, "I don't think 
either of us will ever need to."




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