ILLUSTRATED SEX STORIES ARCHIVE - 2008 August 14

Working in a brothel doesn’t seem to bed and you can make a lot of new friends there, why not try some lesbian love with them?

I woke up late and could hardly open my eyes. My head felt really heavy. I opened my eyes and saw my reflection in the ceiling mirror. I was naked, lying on black silk bed sheets. I immediately remembered what happened – I, Liz Smith, found myself in a German brothel and started a new career – as a hooker, ….and as far as I remembered I was really industrious last night – I managed to please four clients, which were four of my acquaintances from the States.

Why was my body in pain? Because of having so much sex? Well it was clear about pain in the ass – it’d just lost virginity, but what about my boobs and my lower belly? I couldn’t remember anything. All I remembered were Frau Dort’s words when she gave me some pill after my work night was over. She said that pill would help me sleep tight. I looked in the mirror again and saw my nipples, my navel pierced! There was piercing on my vulva lips by the clit, too. I saw gauze stained with blood on the inner side of my hip. I saw down on the bed, my head was ready to crack, as it seemed (I just wondered how much fizz and wine I’d drunk last night). I took away the gauze and saw a tattoo. It depicted a beautiful girl’s face that resembled mine and a sigh in a kind of a Goth style reading: “Fuck me, darling!” Well, it was the last missing part to assemble a perfect hooker portrait puzzle.

The door opened and I saw Loren-Gretchen wearing a gown and house slippers holding a tray with some food. (more…)