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They alternated, spit-roasting me, hands pinning my wrists. I came repeatedly, body shaking, until they both pulled out, cumming on my tits and face. Hot ropes of semen marked me, their possession complete. As we lay tangled, sweat-slicked, I knew this was just the beginning. My deceptions were unravelling into reality, and I craved every taboo moment.

He yanked her bra down, exposing her breasts to the afternoon light. “Look,” he commanded, his hands roughly kneading her flesh. “Look at the city. At your husband’s empire. And look at you. My accomplice. My beautiful, broken accomplice.” He spun her around, forcing her to face the window, her breasts pressed against the cool glass. He lifted her skirt and entered her from behind in one swift, brutal thrust that made her cry out, her hands flattening against the window to steady herself. He fucked her against the glass, his hips pistoning, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place. The city spread out below them, a sprawling metropolis of millions of people, none of whom knew of the

My fingers danced across the keyboard, its click sound lining the air as I typed “Becoming a slave to your male co-worker after losing a deal.” A lot of research popped up. Some talked about running errands and doing their share of work. While some crossed into the sexual terrain. I read a blog where the writer said that after losing a bet and becoming her co-worker's slave, they began having sex. He’d order her to suck his cock in the office and he would eat her pussy. As I read through the sex tale, I imagined Daniel. Him pulling my hair and ordering me to suck his dick. I remembered how his cock poked at me in the elevator.

But even though there are hotels available in that city, I was still not able to enter one despite being a sex worker. It is not unusual for the hotels to be the place that sex workers frequent. But not for us, the sex workers that work at Victor's club. One of the rules that Victor has imposed, and one that I like very much and am thankful for, is that no workers of his should be taken out of the club so that they can monitor us and prevent any weird customers from hurting us. The only place that the customers can take us is the rooms inside Victor's club. And yes, I can go to those hotels if I want to because I can already afford it, but the thing is, I don't want to. Why the hell would I

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

He spat as he pulled away to catch his breath. “I just can't get enough of you.” He announced, “I'm sure I'll be here again.” I wanted to ask him so many questions because I knew his type of men didn't belong here. Most of the men who patronized sex workers are people who just wanted to ejaculate without any form of passion but now he looked like he enjoyed the lust that glided through our bodies as we smooched. “I fucking -” he was about making another confession but then I shut him off with a kiss.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

I swallowed, gazing at him through my lashes, pulling down his boxers as his erection sprang free, "Sex workers. I prefer the term sex worker for those women." "Sex workers, fine, I'll keep that in mind." I grabbed his erection from the base and he hissed through clenched teeth, "Was she a sex worker too?" "Which o-one?" he asked with difficulty. "That naked woman I saw in the basement before we got married." I moved my hand up, remembering my limited knowledge about giving a guy a handjob. Chiara demonstrated it once over a cucumber. "Fuck, baby, I don't want to think about anything else but this right now..." he shuddered when I spread his precum all over his shaft.

**** Marcus with the five million dollars he got had been living his best life, instead of getting his own personal apartment in Denver, he decided to renew his hotel lodge for a month. He started living his best life as he ordered enormous hundred percent alcoholic wines, he then started patronizing prostitutes, more hot ones than Miranda. "This is life, Miranda can never be as beautiful and sweet as this goddess that I took in tonight! Marcus thought as he caressed the body of the sex worker he took into his hotel room after the sex worker had given him an unprecedented blowjob. "How much do you need? Name it! You are so sweet!" Marcus asked the sex worker. "You promised to pay fifty thous

My mind flashed back like an endless marathon race; the eye twitching began. "You are more dirty-minded than I thought.” but I like it, I sniffed “...well I would love to but I may not meet up with your standard, and this is the least I expected to hear…you just want to fling,” I whispered close to his ear, resting my head on his chest of about some seconds, he tried to hold me more but I pulled myself out from his. "Why?" he asked Because I'm a whore! A sex worker. A bed warmer. A pussy licensee.