The Exclusive Sex Worker Novel Novels & Stories

We are never allowed to have sex with client's and I am not try type to break the rules. Other than the fact that there are fewer people in the exclusive and that you are allowed to be fucked as it is part of their package, there is nothing to be excited about. Maybe I am yet to see it. Yeah, the guys here are richer and you get more tips with absolutely no effort but the sex is horrible. My first pick is the reason for my judgement.

THE EXCLUSIVE SEX WORKER [Exclusively His] . . (Pleasuring him) Writer's POV Pink watched as Reagan found his way to the bathroom built inside the room. She gulped down the saliva that formed in her mouth. She is going to be taking him with her mouth, pleasuring him with her mouth. She drank up the water there, then stood up. Her palms started getting sweaty. Looks like she hasn't really gotten used to used to her job as a sêx worker.

One of them went behind her and pressed a finger into her anus, causing her body to tingle and grow even hotter. The man gasped and bounced his fingers inside her. Melody didn't want to feel pleasure from this, but her body wasn't listening to her. Then, Melody found herself in the same bedroom where she usually had sex with Shane, only this time she was with the men. One of them lay on the bed and pulled her towards him. He made her lie across him and positioned his tip at her entrance. As he pushed it inside her, she saw stars and felt immense pleasure. This was something she was afraid of; it was the reason she didn't want to be a sex worker anymore. She wanted to have a name for herself.

One was fucking her mouth with his dick whilst the other two was fucking her pussy and ass at the same time with their hard dick. As passion filled the room, groans and moans could be heard, Linda forgot what was going on as her lust took over her reasoning. It wasn’t until they finished and she had a very powerful orgasm and squirted all over them did she remember the circumstance that brought about the best sex of her life. Sweaty and exhausted, she slept off and woke up to an empty room and work card belonging to ‘Mike’s Exotic Male strippers’. Blood drained from her face when she now realized the reason the men were so good at pleasing a woman, it was because they were sex workers.

They made him suck their cocks to get them hard again, his jaw aching from the girth. By dawn, Cindy was exhausted but glowing, lying in a puddle of semen. She pulled Mark close and kissed him. "I love you so much for letting me be this dirty. You're the best cuck a hotwife could ask for." Mark came untouched just from her words, his tiny orgasm adding to the mess, his heart skipped a painful beat, because his mistress will definitely punish for cumming without her permission. But deep down in that throbbing dick, he anticipated his arousal.

It was a hot soup placed in a bowl, a large chunk of fresh meat on another plate, and milk. “That’s for me?” I asked for clarification. I didn’t know that whores are treated like this. From what I heard, whores after sex will leave their owner’s room and get foods themselves. Clearly, I was an exception for the number one because I lost my consciousness after sex and I couldn’t move my body after waking up. But well, maybe the Alpha Jacob was kind enough for all of this. I snapped at him and saw him watching me with hawk eyes.

The pain in her flower had vanished, replaced instantly by a dense, tingling itch—part craving, part pressure—that made her involuntarily clench around the man’s shaft. But that single squeeze unleashed a storm of primal desire within the man. “Ah… ah… no…” Her legs were violently spread apart by the man, stretched to the limits of human flexibility. Her tight flower, enveloping his massive, erect member, presented a lewd, unadulterated sight before him. His member thrust in and out of her pussy like a raging storm. With each thrust and withdrawal, the hard, burning shaft delivered wave after wave of stimulation to her sensitive pussy. Her tight walls couldn’t help but suck on his cock, yet

“Look at you. Blindfolded, skirt around your waist, pussy clenching on my fingers like you’re starving for cock. And you’re pressed right up against the glass where the entire city could watch if they only knew how to look.” My stomach flipped with a sick, thrilling mix of shame and desire. I didn’t know the glass was one-way. All I could picture were office workers across the street, executives in neighboring towers, maybe even a cleaning crew on a scaffold, their eyes locked on my half-naked body while Kai used me. The thought made me gush around his fingers. “Kai—please—” “Please what?” He added a third finger, stretching me open. The wet, obscene sounds of him fingering me filled the qui

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.