Prostitution - Page 4

Denise made it back home the next morning. She had called in sick to work again from Ken's house. She walked into the kitchen and ignored Harry while she helped herself to a cup of coffee

Standing on the corner of the street, Kelly knew she was going to get business fast. Dressed in a tight flowery tank top and short gym shorts, her long legs, and huge breasts were bound to attract a lot of attention

This all happened when we were juniors at Wayne State in Detroit. Looking back, the event that planted the seed occurred when a senior we knew was arrested -- for prostitution! Sheila always dressed a bit slutty, but nobody guessed she was making money that way

The lacy black underwear which are so transparent that they are almost invisible, or the obscenely small red ones that hardly cover more than my nipples? I guess I’ll choose the red ones today. It’s too cold today to wear a skirt, so I’ll need pants

That night in the van Introduction: Dean secretly watches Cherise until Cherise, Sally and Dean sprawled in the back of the van while Ann drove through the darkness. The shows were great and the mood electric. Sally playfully tickled Cherise, thinking Dean was asleep

This is a bit shorter than my normal submission because I don't know anything else about her. I didn't know the girl very well who told us this. She was certainly gorgeous enough to have been a successful prostitute, proud of the fact, and seemed totally uninhibited

Fbailey story number 613 All I Wanted Was Her Money I really wanted to go to that concert but I didn’t have enough money for the ticket. My father would not give it to me either, he just kept telling me to get a job. Fuck that, I wasn’t going to work for a living

I’ve been a prostitute for about one month now. I’ve only done some usual jobs such as military, scumbags, and the regular men. My Pimp has dressed me nicely today. I’m wearing 7” high heals, a skirt and crop top. He says that I will be going to a client’s home

Henry had now much business to attend to, I had none. I used to wander into the back street just as the men’s wives brought them their dinners, so as to look at them. They were not allowed inside, but if the men chose to eat inside they could do so, their wives waiting outside

See Chapter one for an introduction to Mel Chapter two Walking across the parking lot of the truckstop towards the motel, Mel could faintly smell her cunt over the aroma of oil and diesel fumes

Moaning as I was, I felt nothing. No excitement, no urge, definitely no pleasure. I looked up at his pimpled, greasy face, and wished myself to my happy place. Away, ever away. His eyes, squinting in the dim light sucked me in as a eager fly sucks in a chunk of filth

Dena lay in her bed, pondering the day. Today was ‘her’ day. Her responsibilities taken care of, her calendar clear. The satin sheets might have seemed a little extravagant but she liked how they made her naked body feel when she slept

My name is Jeff. I am a 40 year old father of three beautiful daughters. Before you ask, I have never and never intend on having sexual relations with either of my daughters

Best Friends Proposal by aliveinpr My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Please read and enjoy this fictional story. It was a perfect Saturday afternoon, a clear blue sky and the sun giving radiation for a perfect tan

Winter runs over to Sasha and is curious about what she is yelling excitedly about. She walks over and Sasha hands her a birch bow and a quiver of arrows