The Exclusive Sex Worker Novel Novels & Stories

Now, I understand why some women settle for being a stripper or sex worker. I then took a shower, while taking a shower my eyes suddenly watered while I was looking up at the shower. I just did it. Having sex with someone I don’t even know, it is not even protected. We have our rules, either protected sex or unprotected sex and once we had our unprotected sex, we must go meet the company’s doctor to take some pills and have check up if we caught some sexual diseases or something. We will not have a choice if the clients want unprotected, they are the ones who will decide everything once they book us. I am now crying because I just cheated on Dimitri. But I shook my head, no. It was not cheat

I didn't want him to end this hot day so quickly, no matter how many times I climaxed. We continue to pursue his satisfaction by giving me a delicious taste, just like what I felt during a one-night stand. My head feels very dizzy, I feel the cold floor with my hands but feel the warmth and scent of someone's body, which makes me very calm. I rest my head on his chest, hugging his waist tightly. I realized my still naked self was in the lap of a teenage boy in trousers and the warm embrace of someone who was my enemy who just had hot sex with me during the day and in the student toilet!!

“Never is a mighty word. Your every action is mine to decide for the next six months. Whether or not we have sex is not up to you to decide.” I squeezed the doorknob. “Right, and would you like me to call you master while we’re at it?” “If that’s what you’re interested in. I ain’t a man to knock another for their preferences.” Bastard! I yanked the door open and stepped out. Ryder, Axel, and Odessa straightened from around Axel’s desk. Not in the mood for any further discussion, I stormed past them. Hurried footsteps followed behind me. The elevator opened and I got in. Odessa stood before me. I shrunk into the corner and released the breath stuck in my throat.

she queried in a breaking voice. “Well, forgive me for not telling you earlier, but that wasn’t why I was working in a brothel, I wasn’t doing it because I couldn’t get a decent job, I wasn’t doing it because I was indebted to Susan. I was a damn sex worker because that was the only way I could keep up with my insatiable desire for sex, I was doing it because I was a nymphomaniac, a sex freak, I can’t survive a few hours without sex, I can’t resist the urge to do it at the slightest chance I get… don’t pity me, I am not asking for that, just hear me out.” She uttered as tears rolled down her eyes.

The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties. The moment her dark eyes landed on me, a slow smile spread across her face. She sauntered over with her hips swaying rhythmically, wrapping her soft, bare arms around my neck. "Mmm... you kept me waiting, Hillian," she purred softly, burying her face against the crook of my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw. "And here I thought changing the spot from the lake house to a hotel meant you were getting impatient." Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest over my lower belly, her warm body pressing flush against mine.

Then to my shock, I saw him pinned against the glass, his wet palm sprawled on the glass leaving scratch marks as a very huge man thrust into him. My toes curled. What The Fuck! My boss who seemed so unreachable, being fucked out if his mind but yet another black man? My hands moved in a blur on my cock, feeding my eyes when a choked grunt drew my eyes back to the screen. The sub’s arms flailed as the Master pulled out and slammed back in painfully… once, twice, thrice… My eyes rolled back to my head and my ass lifted off my chair, driving into my fist twice before my cock burst uncontrollably, milky liquid spilling into the air.

"Yeah. I remember. What about it?" "I went to that exclusive, underground club downtown," I whispered, weaving the web seamlessly. "I was sitting at the VIP bar, completely out of it, when that exact girl approached me. She was wearing a trashy, revealing outfit, Lake. She was a sex worker. A cheap, high-end whore trying to hustle a quick buck from the wealthy clients in the back rooms." I watched the words hit him like a physical blow. The absolute shock that registered on Lake's face was art. His chest flattened, his jaw dropping slightly as his mind struggled to process the information.

**Story 5: The Last Train** **Chapter 4** The subway car had become a moving prison of pure lust. Maya lay sprawled on the long bench seat, completely naked, body glistening with sweat and cum. Her pussy and ass were red, swollen, and leaking multiple loads from the four men who had already claimed her. Her face, tits, and stomach were streaked with drying semen. She looked — and felt — like a used whore. And she had never been more turned on in her life.

" Destiny shook her hand and introduced herself as well. Jewel giggled nervously and said, 'Honesty I'm not sure where to begin. I guess I'll just start with a bit of my history. I work at a very busy and demanding job. I don't have much of a social life. When I do go out though I like to have sex. Just being honest so please don't judge me. I love my work, but all the stress gets to me through the week so on the weekends when I can find someone, I will more often than not take advantage of the opportunity. Sex relaxes me like nothing else especially good sex. Unfortunately, I've hit a dry spell lately. The few sexual partners I've had have been way too quick and then out they go. I must fin

Elara Voss stepped into Midnight Sins with her heart racing and her pussy already wet. She was no innocent girl. At twenty-two, she lived for filthy, no-limits sex. The darker and more dangerous, the better. Tonight, she had finally won the golden ticket to the city's most exclusive underground sex club, and she was ready to be used like a whore. Her black dress was sinful, short enough that bending over would show her bare ass, with a deep neckline that barely contained her full breasts. No bra. No panties. She wanted easy access.