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Working as a hooker isn’t that bad and our heroine gets to experience her most intense orgasms which she hadn’t felt in years…

“Good girl. Turn round. Oh, see you don’t even have scars. Ilze is she as smart as she seems?”

“Yes, Frau Dort. She catches on quickly. My words, some slapping, and a vid with Otto and Hans punishing that girl from London made her calm and obedient. She’s speaking good German, and she’s been missing a dick for about a year now.”

“Ilse you’ve always been my best student. I wish you were still with us instead of being out there in the office. Are ready to come back to me?”

Frau Dort and Frau Zimmermann started giggling like teen girls poking fingers at each other.

“So you haven’t fucked for long, I see…” Fray Dort looked at me then. “You’ll have a dick tonight. What kinds of sex do you prefer? Anal, oral, classical, lesbian? Can you stripdance?”

I blushed. The only thing I knew something about was classical sex.

“She’s American!” Ilse laughed, “She came here to work in the hotel service! She’s too shy to tell the truth.”

Looked like Frau Dort didn’t really like it.

“OK. Cut the crap. You go to your room,” She said. “Hans will show you the way. Dinner’s at 7, you start working at 8. You’ll be working in bar first. The more the client drinks the better. You’ll give me all the money he gives you. You’ll get your check at the end of the week. In case you’re disobedient or rude, or you steal, or extort, or fight with other girls, or try to escape, you’ll be punished. Is that clear? And one more thing, try to use condoms whatever you do –blowjob, anal, classic. Medical examination is on Saturdays… What’s your name you say?”

“Liz.”

“A nice name. But it doesn’t suit us you’re too pretty for it. Let’s call you…Lotta.”

Hans, that African American guy, took me to my room. He was feeling up my body all the way to the door. I came in the room. There was a wardrobe there, a large bed with a black silk bed sheet, a big mirror, a bathroom, a phone on the bedside table. The ceiling was made of mirror. There were big posters on the walls showing luscious babes in kinky positions. Oh my God! I saw Frau Ilse’s face on one of them.

“This phone won’t connect you with your ambassador or something.” Ilse said from the doorway. “Let’s go downstairs to meet your colleagues and learn some more about your job. Hans stop squeezing her ass for now. By the way, Lottchen, aren’t you hot? You can take off all your clothes, at least that’s all you have to wear till you earn enough to buy something else. Think a g-string and stockings are enough for today.”

“A photo shoot, Frau,” Hans reminded his boss.

“Right! Thank you. We gotta hurry.”

Ilse told me to dress off on camera. Hans was doing pics. He had some really big camera. When I was standing in front of them in the g-string and stockings Ilse came up to me and started fondling my boobs, hips, lower belly… I felt burning hot in my lower belly. Hans never stopped shooting. Then Ilse took the camera. The arousal was so strong that I just couldn’t help but go on fondling myself in front of the camera.

“Good job girl! Now step forward, spread your hips wider… squat down…”

I felt strong hands on my hips and mounted Hans’s big cock. He started fucking me. So my work began… I was impaling my pussy on my partner’s dick. He was fucking me slowly, fondling my boobs, hips, both of my holes. Oh, I’d been missing it for so many months! I sped up frictions and climaxed loudly. Hans was still fucking me in front of the camera. I turned round and kind of cow-girled his dick. Ilse was making pix. I had another orgasm.

I got on my fours and Hans started fondling my butt. I felt him press his dickhead against my butthole.

“No, no, I’ve never done it before!” I shouted.

“Hans be patient. You’ll have your chance soon. Now just pretend to be fucking her ass.” Ilse said. A snap. “This thing you’ll have to do anyway, darling.”

Hans sat down on the bed jerking his dick slowly. I looked at it and thought this strange cock made me feel two of my first orgasms for the last 12 months. I got on the floor between his legs. His dick was in front of my face.

“Suck it!”

“What?”

“C’mon!”

I remembered that scene on the screen with that brunette and Otto and Hans. No time to think. I moved my tongue from the scrotum to the foreskin. Wow, it felt so great! I kissed the dickhead and started licking the stem up and down, the rhythm was enchanting. Hans was holding my head and kind of sliding my head along his dick. I sucked on the dickhead. My tongue and lips were trying their best to please him. He started moaning. His stem got larger in size getting deeper in my throat. Hans was fucking my mouth vigorously, impaling it on his big cock. I started choking. His phallus was tickling my throat making me wanna vomit but Hans didn’t seem to care. Finally he thrust his penis really deep inside my mouth and I felt a hot cumload erupt in my throat. It felt salty. I swallowed some of it and coughed. The rest of his semen was flowing down my cheeks and chin. Flashlight blinded me. I heard a snap.

“That’s great, fantastic! Now you go and wash your face and cunt. I’ll be waiting for you here.”

Turned out I shared my bathroom with a girl next door. I washed off the sperm and took a shower. Ilse put on new makeup. I glanced in the mirror – now I was looking really sluttish.

“You’re beautiful, girl.” Ilse noted.

I put on the dress and followed her out of the room. I looked at the door. Room 14. It was pretty difficult to walk – Hans’s dick had been working really hard on me, so I could hardly bring my legs together, besides the heels were sky-high. It all made my walk really horny and sexy. I saw it in wall mirrors in the hall. I got downstairs to the main hall with dark blue curtains and multiple pale pink lamps all round the place.

I saw some girls on the couch downstairs. They all were wearing short dresses like mine or nothing at all. They were chatting or doing some really girly stuff – polishing nails, reading fashion magazines.

“Girls, meet Lotta from room 14. Katrina, Elza, Gretchen – she’s your countrywoman!” Ilse introduced me.

I looked at the girls and, oh my God, Gretchen turned out to be a girl from my neighborhood, Loren, who “went traveling to Europe”, as her boyfriend told me several weeks ago. Man, I couldn’t even expect to find her in the brothel… Loren gave me a sign not to show I knew her.

I sat down on the couch, Ilse sat by my side, she was a kind of a guide for me that day, I guess. They turned on the movie. The film told us about an American woman who was tired of routine sex with her husband. She met a hooker at one of the parties and started dreaming about working in a brothel. In her dreams she had sex with her hubby’s friends and colleagues… So, finally, she started working in the brothel though her hubby didn’t know about it. A kind of a happy end. Really stirring. The film gave me a clear idea of what men want from hookers.

Ilse was patting my back, my hips, shoulders, my pubis all the time.

We were shown another movie. It was about a journalist writing about prostitutes and their life in brothels. So she thought there could be no better experience than her own, and she went to work in a brothel. She was a good slut and then married one of her clients. Happy end.

The girls were commenting on the films. I realized clients had really kinky fantasies they made hookers come true.

It was time for dinner. The food was comparatively tasty, and there was a lot of wine served. Ilse made sure my glass was always full. I got back to my room after dinner. I was tipsy.

“That’s a present for you.” Ilse gave me a photo album.

I opened it. Oh crap! It was my photo shoot! There were pics with me dress off, with Ilse fondling me. My face looked so wanton… Then I saw pics with me masturbating and Hans fucking me. There was a photo with me having anal sex (how could Ilse show it so well?) and performing blowjob… Close shots, distant shots, and, finally, a big pic with my happy face covered with sperm.

“Fantastic! Now you have something to show your clients. All girls have such portfolios. We’ll add your pics with your clients a bit later. The internet is full of your photos too. Isn’t it great?”

She put on new makeup and poured more wine in my glass. So when I heard the bell ring (the work night began) I was really tipsy and elated. Ilse started fondling me again making me hot and wet… but she stopped. It was time to go downstairs.

Frau Dort was standing in the center of the room wearing some dowdy and gaudy yellow dress. The girls were sitting on the couch. They were almost naked. But all of them were having wedge heels and stockings on. And tattoos. Most of them had tattooed backs or bellies. Fortunately, I didn’t have a tattoo. At least, not yet. A girl in bright see-through lacy clothes was dancing by the pole in the corner. She was stripping off slowly.

I saw Loren-Gretchen. She was wearing stockings and a cute lacy garter on the right hip. There was a black curly wig on her head making her look like a Latino-American babe. She was pretty. Her ebony skin looked stunning and shinny. She turned round and I saw her tattoo on the lower back – a triangular tie with a vagina in the center. Yuk.

Our first clients were also there. Those were fat red-faced men in business suits. One of them was fondling Loren’s butt. Others were chatting with the girls or leering at the strip dancer.

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