Hooker’s diary. Part 18
October 20th, 2008The new client wants our heroine to arrive at his place, as soon as she gets there, his cock slides into her willing holes…
… Singing woke me next morning. The singing was so clear, so beautiful and so luring. First I thought it a song on the radio or something but then when I could distinguish the words I realized it was Selma and Inness singing a duet to a guitar. I stepped in Selma’s room and saw both of them sitting on the bed with Selma wearing a short gown and Inness resting her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder. They beckoned me to come and join them. I sat on the bed edge and tried to sing along. When the first song was over, they started another one, and then another one, unfortunately I didn’t know the words, the songs weren’t in English.
“I haven’t played for a while. It hurts my finger tips a bit… Lotta can you play?” Selma asked me.
Once when I was younger I used to try to play the guitar. I wasn’t really skillful but I could try to play it again. I took the instrument and started playing some easy tune. The girls were humming along. The door flung open and we saw two more girls coming in. They heard our singing and wanted to find out what was going on here.
While listening to Selma’s sweet voice I took her portfolio to look it through. The first picture depicted Selma in a bright satin blue dress and matching color wedge heels posing naughty exposing her sweet round butt. Then I saw a man licking her slit and her sucking his dick and getting hardly banged by him in all possible positions.
And then I saw a pretty old picture. Selma was looking much younger in there. She was blonde, her hair was cut short and she was having a threesome with two huge hulks sucking their peckers and letting them both ram her holes simultaneously. What a nasty girl she was!
Oh, it was so great to begin a day with singing and chatting. Anyway, it was time for breakfast. We all got back to our rooms to get dressed and put on makeup. We met several minutes later in the dining room. Girls were chatting about last night’s sex escapades. The new girls said they loved the brothel, noting they liked the way clients treated girls here. Liz got so deep in her bad memories that just couldn’t help but shed a tear. Selma and Innes started comforting her using their frisky fingers and tongues to assure everything would be just fine. Somebody spread my hips and I felt a tongue rub against my slit. It was so sweet and nice! Who could that be? I looked down and saw Loren. My friend had been missing me! Oh, it was so sweet! I just love sex after breakfast!
I let Loren make me cum (Liz and Selma helped her with it, pinching and fondling my tits) and then we all escaped to Liz’s room to continue our girl party. Inness joined us in several minutes. So, in short, we spent the next hour in bed, moaning and crying and cumming, all five of us. But for Frau Dort’s call we could make the fun last even longer.
“Lottchen, darling, come down, bitte, I’ve got something for you.”
It was too early for the work to begin. I was damn curious to find out what she had there for me.
“It’s time for paying a visit, darling. The client wants you to wear this. Guys will take you there and then pick after the work is over.”
Wow! I was honored to go outside! In broad daylight! It was definitely my day. I checked the suit. It was a room service girl suit. I also found a cute black bodysuit with white ruffles. There was also a narrow white collar, silk apron, and black stockings. As far as I understood, the client didn’t want me to wear any panties or bra… I also found long black gloves embellished with stupid black feathers, black wedge heels… a typical whore outfit…. Such a hybrid of a hooker and a decent maid. I put everything on, put on makeup, let my hair fall freely on my shoulders. I was ready to go.
Hans put a black cloak over my head and led me to the car. There was a strange hulk with him there too. I was moving slowly, trying not to fall, so that stranger pushed me in my back and ordered:
“Move bitch! We’re late!”
He was speaking English…. Nice. Day light was blindingly bright, I couldn’t even see the way the brothel looked from outside. I got in the backseat of the car. Hans and the hulk were sitting on my sides. I didn’t see the driver. On the way there, the hulk explained that any attempt to escape, rob the client or do something as horrible as that would cost me a lot both financially, physically and morally.
Hans was nodding approvingly, feeling up my most intimate parts at the same time. He was kinda warming me up for the client. We got to the place. The driver got out of the car, we remained sitting inside. Then the driver tapped on the window and we went out. I got blinded by the light and soon found myself in the hall. Guards took off my cloak and showed me to the squeaky clean kitchen. I was told to wait for my client there. Hans and the hulk said they’d be back for me in an hour.
I looked round the place. I was glad to find myself in new surroundings. Man, those stupid fathers were tickling my arms!
“Are you idling again, slut?!”
The words made me shudder. I saw a large man in the doorway. He had a big nose and a beard. He was wearing a motley shirt, sand-colored corduroys, his long hair was tied in a pony tail with a purple ribbon. He was wearing purple beads round his neck. Nice sense of style. …. But nobody told me I had to play a lazy maid.
“Sorry, sir, I got lost in thoughts,” I murmured. Could I think up some other answer? “Lost in thoughts” that was the most ridiculous thing to say!
“Lost in thoughts, bitch! And what were you thinking about? I bet it was your boss’s big hard dick! Do you want your boss to screw you, lazy slut!?”
Yeah, what else could a maid be actually dreaming about?
“Of course, sir. Lotta is dreaming about your big beautiful cock….”
“Or really? Is your slit already leaking? Are you wet, girl? C’mon and show your tities…”
Thanks to Hans’s fondling back in the car, I was almost leaking, really.
“I’m almost wet…” I replied.
He pushed me to lean on the kitchen table and then squatted down in front of me:
“Let’s check if it’s so.”
His hand got under the dress to touch my vagina. Hs middle finger was tossing off my clit and then entered the cave.
“Ah,” I moaned.
“You’re not ready babe.” He started licking my pussy! His tongue was doing absolutely incredible things! “Now you’re leaking, Lotta! Now say hi to your boss’s big dick!”
I was lying on my stomach on the kitchen table, arching my back. He was standing leaning on the fridge, his pants were pulled down, and his big and dark red dick was right in front of my face. I was jerking it at first, then I licked it with my tongue, tasting the lubrication, then I thrust it in my throat and started sucking it vigorously. He was moaning. His cock was ready – it was rocky hard.
I took off his pants and lay down on the kitchen table, spreading my hips invitingly. He entered my pussy with a thrust, getting really deep in my insides. He started frictions in my gushing slit. Soon he raised my feet on his shoulders and started banging me even harder, getting even deeper. I felt warm waves of bliss spread inside my lower belly.
“Great Lottchen, just wonderful. I like your pussy but what about your ass?”
Wow! He’d already tried all of my holes without cumming even once! I got off the table, bent down, and pressed my left foot against the drawer… His big dick was penetrating my butt hole. Hey, the hole wasn’t lubricated! His dick was well lubricated with my juices…. wow…
“What a tight hole! Lottchen, I love your ass.”
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