My Oral Audition – story 13

Firstly, my name is Lucy and I?m 24, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32c breasts and I weighed at that time about 110. Most people would say I was nicely put together, my ex always said I was well fuckable. When I think back over these last few years and the number of men I?ve had sex with, is frankly shocking for most people to comprehend. My need to be fucked, used and treated like a whore is something I have difficulty controlling.

It had been a month since it was first suggested that the best way to satisfy my sexual appetite without people talking behind my back and without getting into trouble with my friends and sister was to work as a prostitute. I could have a regular flow of men in a discreet environment and my bank balance would only get healthier.

I wasn’t sure about it at first, which is why I spent so much time thinking about it. I’d fucked for rent in the past. My fat landlord had treated me like a cheap whore and just bent me over when he wanted to stick his dick in my cunt. Then I had a nice enough relationship with a guy who let me live in his house for free in exchange for sex.

The idea of actually getting money felt different to me. I don’t know why, but being given money in exchange for letting a man force his dick into my pussy felt different. But after thinking about it I decided to give it a try.

I looked on the web, Acemassage, and found a lot of brothels in London. I rang a couple a good hours underground ride from where I lived. I eventually made an appointment to meet Jesse,the woman who ran a discreet men’s club/

I walked upto the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I was nervous at the thought of going in. I pressed the bell and I was buzzed in immediately. I followed the signs and walked up the stairs to the first floor flat.

I took a deep breath rang the bell. When the door opened a middle aged women was standing in front of me. She smiled and said, “You must be Lucy.”

I nodded a quick yes and she directed me through the door and into the living room. There were two young girls, maybe 19 to 22 sat on the sofa. Both were slim with nice tits and were wearing matching black bra and panties.

“Could you leave us alone girls,” she said.

They stood up, smiled at me and left the room.