Prostitution - Page 25

As I drove down I-75 toward a small town outside of Lima Ohio, I wondered if I was making the right decision. Friends and family members have put the majority of my recent decisions in the bad idea pile

It was a cold winter’s night in late autumn. The fog had set in just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was full of mist and visibility was becoming difficult as I walked the City streets. My pimp had forced me to work the streets tonight

Fbailey story number 248 Stinky Finger Ever since we were little I have poked my finger up into my little sister’s pussy. We called it ‘Stinky Finger’ and played it often. I enjoyed it and Ashley never seemed to mind it

The elevator dinged on the bottom floor, and the two men put their hands on the butts of their guns under their coats when they didn't see Dwayne in the elevator with Brian and the girls. They couldn't see the money in boxes, but they didn't need to

The Whore part III Missed Opportunities As told to Lionel All my life I have been sheltered. My parents didn’t want me to be polluted by this wicked world. When I was thirteen I was even taken out of school and my mother taught me at home

I left home at 17. My parents were divorced and my father an alcoholic, so I lived with my mother and her boyfriend

My name is Danielle, and this is the story of how four years ago when I was 19 was drugged and raped over and over by sixty black men against my will one terrible fateful night that was repeated daily. It’s a story of being young, stupid, and naïve

She was a south east Asian girl. I don't know where from exactly. They usually say Thailand, but I didn't ask. I didn't really care. I don't think she had been trafficked. She was pretty enough, but not stunning. I paid just £30 in a 'walk-up' on Romilly street in Soho, London

Mistress Lindsey was sitting in her large comfy chair, and as was usual for a Friday evening when I was with her, I was on all fours and she was resting her feet on my back

The music was booming loud, speakers were vibrating furiously as the bassline dropped from a Justin Timberlake song all around the club section of this modest brothel I had come to frequent more than I would like to admit

It was another sexless night and I was horny as usual. Sex with the wife was a chore at best; she never seemed to really get into it anymore. It was more of a thing we HAD to do, “We should really have sex this week…” she would say, as if we would be abnormal if we did not do it

As Becky looked around the room at all those guys, more than 15 of them, she felt her nipples get even harder, if that was possible. She squirmed at the thought of them fucking her, one after anothermaybe, no..

Constance was a happy maid. She smiled a lot these days. Away from the stifling village, I watched as she flourished. It has been nearly a month since we started our own porn site, ‘Puritan Whores.’ Traffic was good, but not as much as we needed to keep the village

(Hey all so as always, PLEASE give me constructive feedback! And the positive vote too, but comments are what I like best!) When Ashlynn was naked, it was quite a sight, as her body was petite and lithe, except for her near-PAWG ass

So I like football. I like seeing a bunch of guys ramming into each other at full force. I suppose I just like violence. My dad thinks that's worrisome, says someone at my age shouldn't be that into physical pain. I don't know what his problem is