The Ongoing Adventures of Misty Lane's House of Whores (Part 1) - Sex Stories

The Ongoing Adventures of Misty Lane's House of Whores (Part 1)

"That's right, suck me, you dirty little whore. Do you like sucking my big cock?" I roll my eyes at the fat fuck I had to take back to my room with me. Son of a bitch had to pick me. Now I am sucking his cock and I am about to gag. I grab it and pull it out of my mouth. "What the fuck?" he yells. I rub the side of my face. "I'm sorry. I got this huge ulcer and I just can't," I lie to him. "What do you mean? Just put your lips around my fucking cock and do what you're told. I paid good money for this!" "Look, I'm sorry. Why don't you go talk to Misty and maybe you could get some of it back. I let you fuck me, twice. Isn't that good enough?" 'Never argue with the clients. The customer is always right. Let Misty handle it.' I sometimes forgot about this rule, and it has gotten me into trouble. My name is Jade Dicola. I've been working at Misty Lanes House of Whores for over three years now. I left home to pursue my dream of being a card dealer in one of the biggest casinos in Las Vegas. Truth is, I suck at it. I needed to a place to stay after my landlord kicked me out of my tiny one bedroom apartment. Misty was nice enough to take me in, and here I am. Some days aren't so bad. I have had my share of good looking men with great bodies, but there are times I get men who just don't turn me on, and I have to act like I was into it. This guy. I think he said his name was Mr. Benson. I really don't care to know. I just want him out of my room. We are still arguing and I hear a ...

... knock at the door. "Is everything okay in there?" It's Misty. She must have heard us arguing. Mr. Benson opens the door. He's in his boxers and has his clothes bunched up in his hands. He mumbles something-probably about me-and storms out. Misty comes in and gives me a look. "What." "Jade, I can't have you acting like this. You know when a client pays the money, you have to give them what they want." "Look, Misty. I did give him what he wanted. Twice," I argue. "He said you denied him oral sex." "I didn't deny him shit. I sucked his sad little cock. Besides I have an ulcer, and it's killing me." "You gave that excuse the last time." "I gave him what he wanted. If he wasn't satisfied with that then give him a bottle of lotion and tell him to go to town." I'm annoyed now, and tired. Not just tired from lack of sleep from the night before, but just tired of the same routine. Fucking these men day in and day out. The money is good, but some days I just want to be left alone. There have been times I pawned some of these men off my best friend, Trinity. Trinity was already working for Misty when I arrived. She's the one who showed me the ropes. I remember the one thing she shared. "Don't ever kiss these men, Jade. Kissing opens the doors to your souls. His and yours. If he tries to kiss you, just push him away. He will get the message." I never really had a problem with that rule, but never really followed it. I have kissed a few men here and there. I couldn't help it. They were great ...