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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.

Today, we'll talk about Aaron. Mid thirties. Black. Mum was a big Elvis fan, apparently.

Anyways, he always sees me on a Friday evening. Always me. Never any of the other girls. I think he's a teacher, lecturer type.

It always goes the same way; I'm in the 'Departure Lounge', as we call it - us girls all sit on this bloody big sofa, chatting, smoking, drinking...some drugging too...and await the punters to pick us up - and I'll maybe just lit up a cigarette.

Aaron comes in, politely greets Front Desk (Wendy), pays his money and then greets all the girls in turn (if they're not busy!) before turning to me, smiling, and reaches out his hand.

I get up, cigarette between my lips, straighten up my little leather number, take his hand and he leads me up the stairs.

We get in whatever room is empty and do our deed.

Now, the deed is always either Cowboy or Doggie Style, always him naked, always me with my skirt pulled up, always bare...and always smoking a cigarette...sometimes two.

No idea why. He doesn't even smoke himself, but he says it makes me look like a 'dirty girl'!

Whatever!

So I'm running through my platitudes - 'You're so big..', 'God, this is amazing..' etc - as he's saying 'Yeah, bitch, lay...', 'Cum on my prick, slut..' and '..Hope you're feeling that, you slag..', really out of character for him.

But hey lays me, he cums...we smile...then I get off him.

Fun times.

Sarah 💋
HotPizza71 · 51-55, M
Thought there was more coming.haha..
At least he doesn't treat you rough 🤞

 
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