I Will Share Some Stories Of Clients From My Past Life
Hi, my name is Sarah. I work in a Brothel. Have done so for the last 11 years or so. This is one of my stories.
Actually, this is about my start. Thought that’ll be interesting to mention.
To prep...
So, my best mate dropped out of school when she turned 15. Her mum had died. She was a prostitute. To ‘honour’ her, Amber decided to drop out of school and become a full-time prostitute herself. She’d done some hooking, from age 12 onwards, but devoted herself to the lifestyle.
She had a Pimp/Madame - Martika - who was family and she worked for her. Martika seemed nice. Certainly looked - and lived - the prostitute lifestyle to the full.
I was enticed, first with how Amber had changed, dress sense, and the whole smoking and drinking thing. One thing led to another and I was trying on her hooking clothes and taught how to smoke....’Cos, as we know, all ‘nasty girls’ smoke, right?
So, goaded into starting by Martika who lent me clothes from April, Amber and Carly...girls that, as she said, she “..ran” and, with some heavy makeup, teased hair and that black corset top and the leather mini and heels I was ready to make my debut at her Brothel.
Thankfully, both Amber and Martika had talk me a little about the actual sex acts so I was a little clued in.
I was took upstairs to a room. Right next door I could hear, who I later learned, was Candy with a punter. The bed was creaking. I could hear it through the walls.
“Right, I’ll get you doin’ 3 punters tonight, ok?” said Martika, matter-of-factly.
“Three?” I asked.
“Yeah, 3. You’re not some prissy bitch. You’re suppose to be a prostitute, right? Dirty girls like us..” she points at herself and then to me ‘..we do more than one. Fuckin’ hell, girl! This is what I did. This is what Amber did.”
I agreed.
She told me to light up a cigarette, which I did, and then she sent the first man up to me.
His name, I remember, was Martin. We briefly chatted whilst he took off his clothes and told me to get on the bed. Whilst he was getting ready, I was warming up the ‘ol ‘money maker’ with my fingers as he climbed onto the bed, pushed my leather skirt up higher and slowly slid himself into me.
I remember taking a very sharp intake of breath before he settled a second before grinding into me. The bed was quite soft as we fucked and he took about 15 minutes before he came ....and slowly pulled out.
I felt the wetness after he got dressed again and thanked me. I quickly ran to the toilet, ‘cos I really needed to pee....and....all this white stuff!
What the heck was that? Scared me!
Next guy quickly came in. Can’t remember his name...sorry...and he was inside me, grabbing my waist and pumping me hard and then spasms inside me, hurriedly getting off and changed. Then, no sooner had I caught my breath and my 2nd had gone down the stairs, No 3 turned up!
He was nice. His name was Dominic. Looked cute. Quickly stripped off, said a few words to me before he entered me and pumped away. He kept saying that I was “hot” and wanted to “..bang my brains out.”
Not gonna lie, that was quite a turn on. He came.....he went. Gave me a peck on the cheek afterwards.
I looked down, noticing the mess - semen stains - that I had made on the sheets and I began to freak.
I heard more footsteps on the stairs. It was Martika, the Madame.
“Oh god! I’m so sorry Martika. I don’t know what happened. I’ve stained the sheets..”
She smiled, took a drag of her cigarette and threw me an opened packet together with a lighter.
“Go on, have one. You’ve done well, Sarah. Here’s your money..”
As I lit up, she handed me the £30 that I had earned...my cut. Mind you, later, I found out that I had earned £120 for those punters. But...£30....for less than an hours work? I felt like a millionaire!
“The sheets? Oh, that just happens from fucking, girl...”
Sarah 💋
Actually, this is about my start. Thought that’ll be interesting to mention.
To prep...
So, my best mate dropped out of school when she turned 15. Her mum had died. She was a prostitute. To ‘honour’ her, Amber decided to drop out of school and become a full-time prostitute herself. She’d done some hooking, from age 12 onwards, but devoted herself to the lifestyle.
She had a Pimp/Madame - Martika - who was family and she worked for her. Martika seemed nice. Certainly looked - and lived - the prostitute lifestyle to the full.
I was enticed, first with how Amber had changed, dress sense, and the whole smoking and drinking thing. One thing led to another and I was trying on her hooking clothes and taught how to smoke....’Cos, as we know, all ‘nasty girls’ smoke, right?
So, goaded into starting by Martika who lent me clothes from April, Amber and Carly...girls that, as she said, she “..ran” and, with some heavy makeup, teased hair and that black corset top and the leather mini and heels I was ready to make my debut at her Brothel.
Thankfully, both Amber and Martika had talk me a little about the actual sex acts so I was a little clued in.
I was took upstairs to a room. Right next door I could hear, who I later learned, was Candy with a punter. The bed was creaking. I could hear it through the walls.
“Right, I’ll get you doin’ 3 punters tonight, ok?” said Martika, matter-of-factly.
“Three?” I asked.
“Yeah, 3. You’re not some prissy bitch. You’re suppose to be a prostitute, right? Dirty girls like us..” she points at herself and then to me ‘..we do more than one. Fuckin’ hell, girl! This is what I did. This is what Amber did.”
I agreed.
She told me to light up a cigarette, which I did, and then she sent the first man up to me.
His name, I remember, was Martin. We briefly chatted whilst he took off his clothes and told me to get on the bed. Whilst he was getting ready, I was warming up the ‘ol ‘money maker’ with my fingers as he climbed onto the bed, pushed my leather skirt up higher and slowly slid himself into me.
I remember taking a very sharp intake of breath before he settled a second before grinding into me. The bed was quite soft as we fucked and he took about 15 minutes before he came ....and slowly pulled out.
I felt the wetness after he got dressed again and thanked me. I quickly ran to the toilet, ‘cos I really needed to pee....and....all this white stuff!
What the heck was that? Scared me!
Next guy quickly came in. Can’t remember his name...sorry...and he was inside me, grabbing my waist and pumping me hard and then spasms inside me, hurriedly getting off and changed. Then, no sooner had I caught my breath and my 2nd had gone down the stairs, No 3 turned up!
He was nice. His name was Dominic. Looked cute. Quickly stripped off, said a few words to me before he entered me and pumped away. He kept saying that I was “hot” and wanted to “..bang my brains out.”
Not gonna lie, that was quite a turn on. He came.....he went. Gave me a peck on the cheek afterwards.
I looked down, noticing the mess - semen stains - that I had made on the sheets and I began to freak.
I heard more footsteps on the stairs. It was Martika, the Madame.
“Oh god! I’m so sorry Martika. I don’t know what happened. I’ve stained the sheets..”
She smiled, took a drag of her cigarette and threw me an opened packet together with a lighter.
“Go on, have one. You’ve done well, Sarah. Here’s your money..”
As I lit up, she handed me the £30 that I had earned...my cut. Mind you, later, I found out that I had earned £120 for those punters. But...£30....for less than an hours work? I felt like a millionaire!
“The sheets? Oh, that just happens from fucking, girl...”
Sarah 💋
26-30, F
