The woman who runs the place knows you're comingand she'll train you in all the skills you'll need to earna living. After all, you're hardly going to ...et very fartrying to sell machine tools looking like that are you,even if anyone would hire you? The place is a brothel.Since you've already managed to get branded a hooker itseems only right you actually become one. You alwayswanted to bed as many members of the opposite sex as youcould, well now you can. And you'll get paid for doingit." I..I. It was better than hed ever imagined. His cock throbbed painfully, heavy and aching between her legs, and he didnt -couldnt- give her the second she needed to recover. He was deep inside her in one hard, forceful stoke and he couldnt stop. He gripped her shoulders, pulling her down to meet him as he drove inside her. He could barely see the blue of her eyes. She was begging like she knew how to speak only four words. Please fuck me, Cassius. Over and over, louder. Crying for him, screaming for. He’s fucking married. He walks over and kneels at my chair. I try not to look at him, but keep stealing glances. He leans in. He is going to try to kiss me. I know it. I’m going to resist. He’ll get frustrated and leave. Then it will really be over. Turn to look at him. Mistake! His eyes lock on to mine and I’m caught. I can’t turn away. He is leaning in, I try to run away and his lips kiss half my lips and half my cheek. Oh god, I can’t resist. I quickly turn my head and lock onto his lips.. I lifted her up and continued kissing her. She put her both legs around me and kissed me passionately. I hugged her real tight and sat on a chair nearby. She pushed back on the chair and sucked my boobs. She circled my areola with her tongue and sucked my nipples.She then got up, removed her pants and panty. She also had a hairy pussy. The dark black hair over her fair complexion was really erotic. Her pussy was the only dark part in her whole body, apart from her hair. She pulled my petticoat.