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This time the hooker gets her client and he turns out to be a professor in the university, she used to be a teacher, don’t you think they have a lot to talk about?

First clients showed up in the hall. Those were older guys in business suits, carrying cases in their hands. Seemed like they’d just returned from some very important business meeting. So it was basically very reminiscent of the last night.

“Let’s go,” one of the clients touched my hand. It was the one who wanted to pick me last night but my first ever client was faster. So he was luckier this time!

I was the first to get a client, and I saw madam Dort put it down in her note book. It was a strange client, he almost never touched me on the way to my room. When we came inside the room he sat down on the bed and looked at me closely. I was standing in front of him straddling. Enjoy darling, what you see is what you get!

“See you’ve changed greatly since the last night. Yesterday it seemed to me you were a way too embarrassed.” He said.

“Well you shouldn’t wonder, master. It takes some time to turn a decent girl into a slut.”

“You sound really self-critical, Frau. Is it true that you used to be a very decent girl?”

“I used to be an instructor in college but then…”

The client was kinda very interested in the change. He turned out to be a college professor. He started talking about his field of research, which was the field I used to be very informed about. Talking was turning him on. He asked me to close my eyes with a scarf. I kept on standing in front of him with my eyes closed. He started commenting on my previous carrier as a college instructor and the change in me after I turned into a hooker. He was fondling my body, feeling up my intimate parts, he was rude sometimes.

“Now you’re a slut, darling. And that’s the way to treat sluts.”

I agreed with him, but didn’t say it loud, I wasn’t allowed to speak while he was talking, he was my master, you know. His words were so arousing for me! He started caressing my body with something light and soft, it was a feather I guess. I started leaking when he was caressing my nipples with the feather. He got closer to my crotch.

“So you’re leaking bitch! You want you master to fuck you? Do you realize such girls like are made not for colleges but for brothels? Speak bitch!”

“Yes master! I was born to work in brothels, and now I desperately want you to fuck me!”

He was taking his time. He kept on teasing me with the feather. Then he lashed a whip across my ass. It hurt so much… but I was cumming! I was ready to beg him to enter my snatch and screw me hard. He was still lashing my ass, saying something about being a whore and educational system. I was cumming…

The lashing was over. I was on my knees.

“Open your mouth bitch!”

He entered my throat with his dick. Oh, I’d been waiting for it for so long. I started pleasing his shaft with my tongue, my lips, and my hands. The client was sighing delightfully, never stopping saying rude things about hardcore drilling and dirty sluts like me. I was getting bored… well, looked like he somehow knew what I wanted. He put me on the bed and chained me to the bedback with the cuffs. I felt the feather roam over my body again. WTF! When was he finally going to fuck me? I felt him enter my twat with the whip handle. He kept on teasing me with the feather, while I was bucking on the bed, squeezing my hips, moaning. My gushing slit was begging for hardcore action.

And, relief… He finally entered me with his dick. It was hard. It was rude. It was deep. I sighed with pleasure. He started fucking me harder. I was impaling myself on his penis, trying to get more of his cock inside me. I deserved a hard ram. He got really deep and ejaculated. Inside the condom, of course. I was climaxing…

“You need a big dick, that’s all you deserve, bitch. You’re a slut, a dirty horny slut to be fucked in all your holes nonstop. Forget about teaching, cunt!” He shouted.

“Das ist fantastisch!” Was all I could say in response. Yeah, I was definitely made for being a whore.

I had a short break, and then the client went on teasing my holes. My eyes were still closed, he was ramming my mouth. His huge dick was getting even bigger in my throat. He put a pillow under my lower back and started tickling my anus and my cunt with the feather. He let me take his cock in my hand and jerk it off a bit. He was saying something about higher education and dirty bitches. Though it was nothing new to hear, his word still made me leak. But looked lke the time was running out.

My lover raised my feet on his shoulders and entered my asshole. He was screwing it really hard, as hard as he’d just been screwing my pussy. Well, my ass didn’t hurt as it was well stretched during the last night orgy. I loved anal sex! I really enjoyed feeling his rocky-hard prick in my tight rectum. We came simultaneously.

He took off the cover from my eyes. Maybe my eyes weren’t used to light, maybe he was a bit too rude taking off the cover, but there were tears on my cheeks. I couldn’t even think it would make such a great impression on him!

“Babe, are you crying? Have I hurt you? What did I do wrong? I’m very sorry. Can you forgive me?” He started telling me, looking really embarrassed and apologizing. “I’m so impulsive in such moments… ”

Anyway he turned out to be really caring and lovely and gave me a way more money than he initially intended to.

When I was ready to go downstairs and fetch myself another hot stud for the night I got a call from Frau Dort.

“Lotta, darling, hear you’re a teacher?”

“Yes, madam. I used to teach at college.”

“That’s wonderful. We’re gonna bring you something new to wear. Put it on and get your lovely ass downstairs. By the way, Herr Schulz, your last client, is really pleased with you, darling.”
I was touched. I was intrigued. Hans came in the room holding some stuff in his hands. He told me to put on panties, g-string, and a bra. I finally saw what he got there for me. There was a tobacco color business suit and a navy blue blouse. I put them on. I looked at myself in the mirror and got my hair in a bun. Lotta the slut turned into Ms. Liz Jones the teacher. Hans nodded his head approvingly. I got downstairs.

“Herr Counselor this is Lotta.” Frau Dort said catching me on the stairs.

There was a strange couple at the counter. The man was tall and lean, he was old, had some kind of strange moustache, and was wearing an expensive suit. There was a young guy by his side. He was about 18, he was blushing and looking embarrassed and confused. I greeted the older man by bowing my head.

“Lotta, darling Herr Counselor is here to celebrate his grandson’s 18th birthday. It’s time Horst became a man, and we gotta help him with it.” Dort twittered sweetly.

Herr Counselor was looking at me very closely. Wasn’t he sure I could handle this mission? If I could teach people speak foreign languages, I could easily teach Horst fuck. Could I? Well, I was doing my first steps in this business but why the hell not! Herr Counselor nodded his head staring me.

“Sie is huebsch! Frau Dort you say this frau has pedagogical experience? Gut! Teach him your lesson Frau Lottchen. But I got one single condition – he mustn’t get drunk.”

What a nice tradition they have! A guy turns 18, they take him to a brothel, teach him stuff about sex but he still can’t drink! I don’t get these Europeans…

“Let’s go Horst,” I told the guy trying to sound teacher-like.

He followed me. We got in my room. The guy was sweating, looking around sheepishly. It was surely the first time he ever found himself in the brothel. And he was surely afraid of me. Why was that?

“Sit down Horst. Relax and enjoy. You can take off your jacket if you’re hot. Relax. Do you mind talking for a while?”

The guy nodded taking off his jacket and tie. He looked round the room. He smiled smugly staring at naughty posters on the walls. He was trying not to look at me, especially in my eyes and on my legs. It was clear the guy knew a couple of things about women’s body and sex. It was great. For both of us.

“You like these photos don’t you? You shouldn’t be embarrassed looking at hem. Feel at ease. You can do whatever you want.”

Horst blushed and nodded.

“Hey, you’re 18 now. You can do it now.” Well, I knew the German liked logical stuff. Horst looked at me in a more relaxed way, screwing his eyes dreamingly.

“Guess you’ve already seen beautiful nude women and men having sex….”

“Yes!” He said.
“Have you seen photos or…?”

“I’ve also watched movies and read stories… and” Horst shut up and blushed.

“Don’t be shy boy. You can tell me. I promise your granddad won’t find it out. He won’t know a thing about what’s happening between you and me in this room now.” I came up to the door and locked it.

“I tried to do it once… with my girlfriend… several days ago… but I couldn’t. It was flaccid and … Beatrice had a very tight vagina… we couldn’t do it…”

“Well Horst it’s ok if you failed during your first time, it often happens with teens. By the way where did it happen?”

“In college. On the roof.”

“Well no wonder you couldn’t do it there. Nobody’s gonna come here and interfere with our fun. Do you like the posters?”

“Oh yes!”

“And here you can check my own pics.” I gave him my portfolio.

He was absorbed in looking through the pictures. Photo by photo. Page by page. He was breathing heavily.

“Is that you here Frau Lotta?” He looked at me in surprise.

“Yes honey.”

He kept on looking through the album glancing at me now and then.

“Do you wanna see it now… for real?” I asked my young client.

He was used to seeing sluts on screen and fucking them in his dreams. And now his dreams were coming true. He was ready. He wanted it.

I took a pin out of my hair making it fall all over my shoulders. I was undoing my jacket slowly, very slowly. Horst was looking at me attentively glancing at my portfolio and my really kinky photos there. I stood up from my chair and went to the door taking off the jacket and swaying my hips from side to side. My skirt slipped down on the floor. I turned round, stepped over the skirt and threw it to a side. The guy was all eyes looking at me. He saw me wearing a see through blouse, black thongs, stockings, and high heels. I looked in the mirror. I was looking so luscious and wanton.

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