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The soldier who is missing his fiancée very much can try fight his loneliness in the brothel and our heroine is the one to help him…

We went up to my room. Arnold, that was his name, was first looking through my portfolio and then showed me his fiancée’s picture. He was so in love with his girl! Though he was kind of too sentimental for a soldier he managed to feel up all of my body while telling me about his future wife. He was telling me about her beautiful traits while I was sucking his stem. Is it romantic?

He got me on my knees and screwed my pussy really hard. He took a break to tell me more about his fiancée. Then I lay on the bed edge, he put a pillow under my back, raised my feet on his shoulders and rammed my ass. So he was very reserved, very determined and focused. It was great. It was pure bliss, I must confess. Did army teach him to be like that? When it was all over, he dressed up quickly, gave me the money, kissed me good bye, and disappeared. Auf Wiedersehen, Frau Lotta!

I put on the black uniform and got downstairs to the hall. I put on a black bra, g-string, and stockings. I liked to get my body felt up. It was tuning m on to be treated like a cheap whore.

Gill was strip dancing round the pole; Else, Monika, and Ching were sitting on the couch. Some guys were talking to them. Ching got her client to the room, while Monika and Else led theirs to the bar. Saturday turned out to be a very busy day for sluts. It was a weekend anyway. A man came up to Frau Dort. It was Magda’s. Why was she wearing a dress? Oh, turned out she had her period. It was a great pity. She was deprived of sex for the next few days. Poor thing.

I saw Loren and Herr Schultz. I wondered how they were doing. He kissed her on the cheek and left. She gave the money to Frau Dort. Her fiance’s money… that was kind of weird…

Loren told me Schultz brought an extract of his research work to show her. When he heard what she thought of it he lashed her with a whip and then chained her to the bed and fucked her really-really hard. After that he demanded getting lashed and fucked too. What a wonderful scientific discussion they had! Unfortunately we didn’t have time for more chatting, as two clerks came up to us and took us to the bar. We had some drinks and then took our clients to our rooms.

My client’s name was Ernst, and … oh God, he gave me the money in a pink envelope! It was so… sweet and nice I was about to burst in tears. I told him I would do anything he asked for. First of all, I took off his clothes. Ernst was a very courteous man, much politer than my previous clients, regardless of their age. Well maybe safe for Herr Counselor, of course. He was the best.

As I found out it was Ernst’s first time to visit a brothel. He said he liked me. I told him my name. He asked me how long I’d been working in the brothel. He was both surprised and pleased to find out it was my fourth week in the brothel. He asked me if I liked my new job. I said I found it fantastic and came here all the way from States to work as a hooker. He was very attentive and seemed to be sincerely interested in my life.

Though it was fun to chat I decided it was time to do something else. Something like… sex.

I pressed my body tight against Ernst’s, rubbing my pussy and boobies against his skin, tickling his ear with the tip of my tongue. I started kissing his neck, chest, stomach, then sucked on his dick and started licking it. My head was sliding to and fro on his shaft. His penis was getting larger in size, I liked it. I jerked his stem off a bit and then proceeded with sucking.

Ernst was silent, breathing heavily. I thought I could mount him and ride his dick… but turned out he wanted to lick my pussy. He was a real gentleman! Though a bit awkward, he started licking my snatch with his tongue. What a lusty guy! He had to fuck me, I deserved it.

He lay on his back and I mounted his dick. My pussy was so hot and wet. It was a great ride! I heard him murmur something indistinguishing. He asked f I could get on my fours. Sure I could! He started ramming my twat from behind. He was so wild… we climaxed. Ernst was looking so pleased. He kissed me on the lips. What for? Anyway I didn’t mind. I wanted a kiss. We still had some time, and I thought I could please him again.

My lips were licking and sucking his phallus. Maybe he wanted more? Maybe he wanted to fuck my ass? He said he thought it was an indecent proposal… What a strange guy anyway… Ernst was beyond himself with pleasure to be able to pound my tight asshole. Thank God his dick was of average size, and it was real pure bliss to be fucked by his hard pecker.

He was an ideal lover as he entered my slit with a dildo, and it was a sort of double penetration. Deeper, harder, faster… it felt so wonderful to have both of my holes filled up with hard dicks… even if one of them was a dildo. I was cumming. Oh!

We were lying on the bed, looking at our own reflection in the ceiling mirror. What a wonderful couple we made! And it just felt so great to be with Ernst, feel warmth if his body, and I felt so hot… Oh, I forgot to take the dildo out of my cunt. Oops. I was cumming again…

Ernst had to leave, it was such a great pity but anyway… I said he could come over again anytime he wanted, I was always happy to see and satisfy him. He kissed me on the cheek, then kissed me deeply. With the tongue… oh… I was in love. No, not really. I just liked him a bit.

I was through with work for that night. I kind of felt exhausted and tired. Hans came in my room. He helped me take a shower, then he put me on my bed, and lay beside me. When I was falling asleep I felt him try to penetrate my pussy from the rear. Ok, I didn’t mind. He could fuck me but do it gently in order not to wake me up…

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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3 Responses to “Hooker’s diary. Part 12”

1. Anonymous Says:
   August 25th, 2008 at 3:57 pm

   Enough with the stupid hooker’s diaries. I think 12 is enough!

2. Addict Says:
   August 27th, 2008 at 10:02 am

   You fucking prat! Go and read other stories, as for me I am demanding the continuation!!!

3. Anonymous Says:
   August 28th, 2008 at 7:09 am

   i enjoy the stories and diaries. keep them cumming

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