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The first work day of a hooker starts and it’s sure going to bring a lot of surprises…

“And here’s out newcomer! Meet Lotta, she’s a hot western girl. She’s still very shy and still almost virgin.” Frau Dort introduced me to the public.

Everyone stared at me making me blush. Seemed there was an auction of me or something. Liz Smith on sale! Naked. Locked up in a brothel. Starting her career as a whore. Terrific.

The clients liked me as I saw two men walk my way, while the rest were still staring. One of them came up to me, and Elsa, a girl from Sweden who’s real name was Selma, caught the other one by the hand taking him to the farthest corner of the room.

“Lotta, I’m delighted to meet you,” my first ever client took me by the hand and started feeling up my boobs and my crotch.

I blushed but tried to keep on smiling alluringly.

“Have a good time, guys!” Ilse cheered him up. “Herr Karl make our babe happy, she hasn’t had sex for a year, can you imagine that? She desperately wants a real hot stud like you! So, for how long do you want to take her, an hour, two hours, the whole night?”

My first lover murmured something and pulled me upstairs to the room.

“Karl treat your bride to wine,” Frau Dort twittered.

It worked. Karl was caressing my back and butt taking me to the bar. We drank a glass of fizz each, and then he bought another bottle of wine to take it to the room. Karl was such a fat guy smelling of sweat, cheap perfume, beer, and champagne. His hands were freckled, sticky and wet. A classic brothel client! But he was turning me on…

We went upstairs. I was walking in front of him swaying my hips from side to side in a lusty way. He liked it and never took his hands off my ass. As soon as we stepped in the room he paid for an hour sticking money under my stocking. Now I knew why all the girls here were wearing stockings! A very smart thing to do, right?

I remembered all the sex scenes I’d ever seen in my life and immediately squatted down in front of him to unzip his fly. He raised my face and looked straight in my eyes.

“Am I really your first client ever, girl?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, sir.”

“And how old are you?”

“Twenty,” I lied, as that’s what all the people thought I was.

“And what were you doing before…. working here?”

“I’m a college student.”

“So you need money to pay for tuition?! I see.” Guess it was a nice reason for becoming a prostitute.
I took his dick out of the pants. It was pretty huge but still pretty flaccid. I started jerking it slowly, just like Ilse and Hans told me to. I sucked on it then. Karl was moaning and patting my hair and face, squeezing my boobs, and sipping champagne. I was getting hotter and hotter. It was burning hot in my lower belly. I just couldn’t help it – I got my hand to my crotch and started tossing off my clit. I was wet. I climaxed. Karl’s dick was getting deeper in my throat. I really liked feeling his penis fuck me deep.

Finally, his cock got hard as a rock. Wow! It was pretty impressing! It was so huge!

“So girl time for fun! Help me dress off!”

He lay on the bed and I took off his tie, shirt, pants. I was rubbing my boobs, hips and my wet twat against his body to keep him hot. It was really arousing! Though being really hot, he didn’t forget to put on a condom. Karl touched my cunt and then looked at his wet palm in surprise:

“Lotta so you really like it?!”

I impaled myself on his dick and started frictions. I sped up soon, swaying my hips, moaning, and sipping the drink. Karl was groaning delightfully, squeezing my tits, rubbing the clit, caressing my hips and back. He was kissing my neck, my face, my hair. He glanced at his watch and changed the position. Doggy style was awesome! I was moaning and crying, my bliss was genuine, I managed to cum several time while he was screwing my pussy.

“So you’re still a virgin, Lotta? Guess this is your virgin hole!” Karl whispered slapping me across my butt.

Well, it wasn’t Hans fucking me for free, Karl was my client and he could do anything he wanted.

“Yes honey. My ass is still virgin, you can check it out and fuck it hard.”

Karl took some tube from the table. He squeezed some lubrication out and started spreading it over my anus getting some of it in my hole. His fat freckled fingers penetrated my ass lubricating it well from inside. And then his dick… Karl entered my virgin hole slowly and awkwardly, holding me tight by the hips. Damn, it hurt so badly! Karl didn’t care about my feelings, he was thrusting deeper and deeper till I felt his boys hit my hips. He started frictions. The pain was dulling. One more friction, and another one… I got used to the pain, and soon I forgot all about the pain floating in terrific sensations. It felt so great and so hot! So when Karl came in my rectum, I came too.

So, the visit was over. I helped him take off the condom, take a shower and get dressed. I also took a shower and put on new makeup.

“Lottchen, where are you?” The phone rang.

“I’m coming, Frau Dort!”

“You can call me mommy or madam.”

“Yes, mommy.”

My ass was hot and burning when I was running down the stairs. I came up to madam and gave her the money. She counted the money, grinned and gave me a check.

“Get back to work darling.”

This time there were fewer girls but more boys in the hall. I saw a soldier in the crowd.

“Mein Schatz, are you ready to satisfy a real Aryan?”

Sure I was ready! He was so hot! I followed the procedure – I took him to the bar first, though he was ready to fuck me in the center of the hall or somewhere on the way to my room. He gulped down a glass of beer and a glass of schnapps, bought me champagne and then took me to the room.

“Put your hands up on the wall. Freeze!” he shouted at me.

I did what he wanted. He entered me from the rear, fondling my boobs, my stomach, and my snatch. He was fucking me real hard. I was moaning blissfully, impaling myself on his stem, trying to get it as deep in my bosom as possible. Was he wearing a condom?

We fell on the bed and he went on drilling me in the classical position. It was so sweet! He reminded me of my husband, because the last time I had this kind of sex was a year ago with my ex. The soldier was wearing a condom, good boy.

I tried to kiss his lips but he turned his face away. I immediately remembered “Pretty Woman”, you know, the scene when she told him she didn’t kiss on the lips. All right, there were anyway enough places to kiss. I saw his dick in front of my face. I started giving him head through the condom. It tasted like strawberry. I was sucking him lustfully and playfully, getting the penis deep in my throat.

“You’re so svelte girl.” My soldier said pouring his semen in my mouth out of the condom. His Aryan sperm tasted so cool!

So when it was over, he dressed up and took some cash out of the pocket. He put it in my stocking and left.

I got back to the hall and gave madam the money, she, in her turn, gave me another check. She smiled and patted my cheek. It was pretty quiet around. Most girls were out “working”. There were just three or four of us sitting on the couch. The TV was on. When we’d been watching TV in the afternoon it was like a soft-core erotic movie if to compare it with the one on at night. It was a real hardcore porn flick about a brothel with girls sucking and fucking all round the place – in toilets, rooms, hallways, everywhere.

Another movie featured a sexually-addicted female banker seducing her husband. She was crazy about sex. It was so much like my own story with my husband. At the end, the banker found herself in some kind of a brothel and enjoyed all the hard-core fucking she got there.

I saw Loren come downstairs. She was moving stumbling, her cheeks were blushing, her eyes were shining, her butt and crotch were red. She gave the money to madam Dort and sat down on the couch.
“Oh, I’m so tired! I’ve just had two insatiable clients fucking me for two hours. They came all over me it took me half an hour to wash off their semen. What are you doing here, Liz?” Loren asked me in English.

I told her my story in brief.

“Well well well my dear Lotta, looks like you’re gonna stay here for long. If the boss likes you, you can get promoted, just like Ilse did.”

“What about you?”

“Well I’m gonna stay here for six more months, I’m bound by the contact for now. This is the nice place for gaining experience. I don’t know now if I enter into another contract in six months. So far, this job brings pretty good money, so it’s ok with me now. I’ll quit if I get bored. The main thing about the place is to work your tongue and your butt, Liz. Remember it and don’t fall in love with your clients, it’s not worth it, believe me. Nothing personal, that’s the best advice for you in this place.”

P.S. It’s been two years since I started working as a hooker in the brothel. I didn’t get back to the States, I decided sex was my real calling and I’m absolutely happy now. A couple of months ago boss suggested me working for him in the office but I said no. I can’t let my beloved clients down. OK gotta go now, it’s 8 pm, the bell is ringing. See ya!

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