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Working in a brothel doesn’t seem to bed and you can make a lot of new friends there, why not try some lesbian love with them?

I woke up late and could hardly open my eyes. My head felt really heavy. I opened my eyes and saw my reflection in the ceiling mirror. I was naked, lying on black silk bed sheets. I immediately remembered what happened – I, Liz Smith, found myself in a German brothel and started a new career – as a hooker, ….and as far as I remembered I was really industrious last night – I managed to please four clients, which were four of my acquaintances from the States.

Why was my body in pain? Because of having so much sex? Well it was clear about pain in the ass – it’d just lost virginity, but what about my boobs and my lower belly? I couldn’t remember anything. All I remembered were Frau Dort’s words when she gave me some pill after my work night was over. She said that pill would help me sleep tight. I looked in the mirror again and saw my nipples, my navel pierced! There was piercing on my vulva lips by the clit, too. I saw gauze stained with blood on the inner side of my hip. I saw down on the bed, my head was ready to crack, as it seemed (I just wondered how much fizz and wine I’d drunk last night). I took away the gauze and saw a tattoo. It depicted a beautiful girl’s face that resembled mine and a sigh in a kind of a Goth style reading: “Fuck me, darling!” Well, it was the last missing part to assemble a perfect hooker portrait puzzle.

The door opened and I saw Loren-Gretchen wearing a gown and house slippers holding a tray with some food.

“Guten Morgen, Lotta! How are you doing Liz? Madam told me to bring you food, the lunch is already over. So how did you like your first night? Now you’re a real hooker, look you, you even have a tattoo to prove it. It must hurt, but the pain will dull soon, and you look so sexy with all those piercing and a tattoo! You’re gonna have a lot of clients now.”

Loren helped me get dressed and we had breakfast together. We were talking about last night escapades all the time. Turned out Loren was used to all those kinky sex experiments while I was still a rookie and still really enthusiastic about trying everything new and naughty.

“You were amazing Liz! Six clients during the first bight… that’s fantastic! Oral, anal, group, lesbian sex, and even golden rain! You did great girl! And you were so hot! I could never think you’re such a dirty whore (she pronounced the word with a lot of respect). I really liked you, you were so tender….”

“Loren you’re a great slut too,” I replied smiling. “I couldn’t even think you were so inventive and experienced. I liked having sex with you…”

Loren started fondling my body. She was very careful, trying not to touch my piercing but caressing my shoulders, back, my boobs, hips, my crotch.

“It must hurt you so bad, babe…” She said in a tender voice.

I was ready to respond to her caress. I gave her a deep French kiss on the lips. Turned out she was naked under the gown!

“It’s ok Loren, I’ll be fine.”

It was getting hotter in my lower belly, just like last night. I started moaning. Loren put me on the back and spread my legs to play with my slit. Her own pussy was right in front of my face, again just like last night. I was fondling her clit with my tongue. Her slit tasted sweet, it was wet and luring, so it felt so great to stick my tongue deep in her bosom making her sigh and moan. Her fondling made me moan and cry too. And finally…. We climaxed simultaneously. Wow…

“Good job girls! It’s a great show, let’s show it to our clients some day,” we heard Fray Dort say. “Gretchen, don’t forget you’re on duty today. Otto is waiting… Let Lotta have some rest. She’ll be on duty tomorrow. It’s great you made friends. Gretchen, show Lotta around. Guess she still doesn’t know what’s stored in her lovely room.”

Loren showed me everything. Turned out I had a real store of sex toys in the bedside table and a wardrobe: there were dildos, cuffs, a whip and other leather stuff for sadomasochistic games, a strap-on with a huge dick, and many other things. There were a lot of different tubes and bottles there, too. There was make-up stuff, which I already knew how to use, and there were all kinds of lubrication, creams, anal candles, aphrodisiacs. It was a wonderful “slut-must-have-kit”. But it wasn’t for free. Loren told me I had to pay for it, just like I had to pay for clothes and makeup, cleaning, drinks, laundry, medical examinations, etc. She said it all cost pretty much.

“And you should sum it with the cost for taking you all the way from the States, adding sums to pay the American and German companies. Be ready to work hard to pay your bills, babe. So Lotta it’s unlikely you get back to teaching next year.”

It was no new information for me. I wasn’t upset, I liked being there. Safe for the pain in my nipples, belly button, cunt, and the tattoo, of course. Thanks to Loren, I found a very good medicine in the bedside table. The pain petered out soon.

I asked Loren about “being on duty”. She said it meant sleeping with the guards. It was Otto’s shift, and Gretchen had to please him. She said I would have to sleep with Klaus next day.

“They don’t make you work too hard, they prefer classical blowjob, some cock riding, doggy style, anal, sometimes, another blowjob, and you’re free to go,” Loren said smiling and standing up to go on duty.

I was bored. I put on my dress and went downstairs to meet all the girls there. Some of them were watching another educational porn movie. Guess our bosses thought we had to think about sex 24\7. It was an erotic movie, that was great. I finally had enough time to meet all of the girls.

As I found out there were about 20 hookers in the brothel. And there were only three real German girls among them. Their names were Monika, Lena, and Erika. They were students and used the brothel as a way to earn some money for tuition. There were three Americans – me, Loren, and Sibyl-Elsa. Loren was the only one of us who intentionally chose this job. There were Russian girls, Serbian, Polish, Scandinavian sluts. The exotic part of our staff was a Cuban Inessa – a very hot slender brunette, and a Chinese Ching. I didn’t know if those were the girls’ real names. I didn’t care really.

The girls were friendly and nice, they told me about the rules, about clients’ whims, about how to use all those toys and stuff I got in my room. I, in my turn, told them my story. They all liked the part of me and Loren pleasing my ex-neighbors. Such things had never happened in the brothel before. Well, there were cases when Monika slept with a guy from her college, and Sabrina from Poland had to satisfy her ex boss.

Hans was listening to our stories attentively (we were speaking German). As far as I understood, Hans was like a photographer, a guard, and a bouncer there. While we were still talking he disappeared for some time and then gave us a pile of photographs and a new video. The photos were like a photo report of my story. He was a damn good photographer! He captured the guys feel up our tits and pussies, then us doing group blowjob, then there was a foursome of Loren and me with three guys and three dicks in our holes, then there was Loren giving head to John, a guy who used to live two houses away from my home in my home town; then there was me getting butt fucked, and then there was a lesbian show and golden rain…

The girls liked our pictures. Hans turned on the video. OMG it was so embarrassing! It was last night orgy in real time! I saw a pink room with me, Loren, John, Matt, Paul, and Jose in there. Loren showed up in the room looking fresh and happy after having a shower. Oh guys if you could only see her face! She looked so funny and sooo perplexed! Guess I looked the same. My new friends were happy to comment on the tape and on our sex skills. I learn so many new German words!

Well, as far as I understood, the girls liked the show, especially its lesbian part. Monika shed a tear looking at me pleasing Loren on screen. Elsa started caressing my back, I didn’t mind. I saw Inessa tickle Loren’s ear making her laugh. Frau Dort was watching the movie with us. The girls applauded when the movie was over.

As I found out there were several rooms in the brothel. There was the pink one, then the blue, the green and yellow one. They were made for gang bangs and other specific shows. One could even celebrate a wedding or spend the wedding night there. All the rooms were equipped with cameras. The orgy could be broadcasted live if the client didn’t mind, or could be recorded for watching afterwards, just like this time. The most exclusive moments somehow “leaked” into the internet. Generally, the videos were like free hand-out materials for the sluts.

I had some time before dinner. I decided to spend it in my room. Elsa caught me on the stairs, smiled at me nicely and took me by the hand. We came in my room. Together. She pushed me on the bed undoing my dress and pulling it off. I took of her gown. I was wearing a g-string and stockings, she wasn‘t wearing anything at all. She started kissing my eyes, my cheeks, my ears, neck, shoulders, nipples… I was moaning lustfully.

Elsa had such a great body! Her boobs were petite but firm, she had a thin waist, round hips, and a freshly shaven pubis. Her legs were so slender and beautiful…. Ah…. I started caressing her body, whispering something sweet in her ear. In English. She was whispering something sweet too. I was gushing… She reached for the bedside table and took out a double dildo. She entered her pussy with it, moaning, the other end of it was sticking out of her pussy making her look like a she-male. I spread my hips and she put her hips on mine, entering my leaking hole with the toy. We were impaling ourselves on the toy, moaning and crying. We were moving in sync. It’s so wonderful to fuck a woman cause she can feel exactly the same as I feel! We came simultaneously. We were right in time – we had to go downstairs for dinner.

I took a shower and then saw Inessa go out of Loren’s room. Her gown was flung open, her hand was still tossing her clit, she was looking dreamy and happy. I saw a red hickey on her neck. Loren, bitch!

We were having dinner. Inessa, Ilse, Loren and I were sitting together. After dinner I went back to my room to get ready for work. I put on bright makeup and got dressed. I was wearing stockings, high heels, and a bodysuit, exposing my boobs and my pierced nipples. My clients had to see what wonderful melons I had! I was ready to work!

The girls were really ecstatic that night. They were fondling each other, tickling, and giggling. The whole thing was turning me on. We all were looking so sexy – twenty hot bitches with exposed tits, twats, butts, all dick-hungry and hot. Go ahead and check what we got for you, babe!

Slow music was on, Inga was dancing round the pole. She was just dancing, no strip show (she was wearing thongs and stockings, anyway). She was so hot! Frau Dort told me I had my first strip dance class next day, I couldn’t wait to visit it!

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2 Responses to “Hooker’s diary. Part 5”

1. Dabby Says:
   August 14th, 2008 at 8:12 am

   This is really hot! A life of a hooker who gets fucked every day by different men. that can be a dream of a woman!!

2. Lord of the Porn Says:
   August 14th, 2008 at 8:14 am

   She is a fucking whore and I really luv it! If I knew the address of that whore house, I’d definitely go there as I live in Germany, Nurnberg. may be it’s somewhere close? If this story is real, then there must be this whore house in reality. I’d like to go there and fuck that slut!

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