How I helped a bordello and got the hooker's gratitude, along with a good fuck in both holes and cum from a strapon in my ass - Sex Stories

How I helped a bordello and got the hooker's gratitude, along with a good fuck in both holes and cum from a strapon in my ass

... curious and wanted to see if I could, well, maybe be part of it." She looked sideways to the other girls, then smiled and shrugged. "Oh well," she said. "You're a little late for that, they finished about 20 minutes ago. Charlotte's off for the rest of the evening." I nodded. "Hm," I said. "is it possible to talk to her anyway? Just so I can maybe be there next time?" I smiled my sweetest, most innocent smile and even managed to look a little dumb, like someone who has no clue about these things. She looked at me for a moment, then said: "Ah, okay, why not. You know her room?" I shook my head. "Well, it's upstairs from the entrance, fourth on the right, number 27." I thanked her and took another sip from my glass, then grabbed my things and walked out. I went upstairs and knocked on the door she described. "Yeah," I heard someone say. "I'm sorry," I said, stammering a little. "I... ah... I must've missed the... I heard about the party today and... someone said it's over, so... I was just curious and..." I don't think I made much sense, but she just seemed to be relieved that I wasn't a guy and so she opened. Charlotte was a pretty young thing. She was slender, but had a broad frame, so she would never be thin, no matter how hard she tried. She was in her early twenties and had long black hair that currently hung in messy streaks, light eyes that looked grey in the pale light and wore some dark make-up and fake lashes, all of which was messy and running down her face from ...

... the largest amount of cum I had ever seen on a woman. Her left eye was closed and gooey with sperm, which was all over her cheeks and the sides of her mouth, stringing in her hair and running down her throat. She wore a tight black swimsuit which was equally messy and ripped around her tits and crotch, both ofh which were equally sticky and splashed. She grinned as I stared at her. "Hey," she said. "Come on in." I stepped past her into a small, but nicely decorated room with a large bed against one wall and a few leather chairs at another, a large flat-screen tv between them. She put a hand on her hip. "You don't look like you're a sister," she said, sizing me up. I smiled. "Well," I said. "I'm not. I'm from social services, and we were concerned about you." She folded her arms in front of her chest, taken aback. "Why?" she said, slightly upset. "Just cause I'm a whore? Just cause I fuck for a living?" I sighed. "Look, we know what all of you do here, and we don't really care. But there are certain things we need to check to make sure that all the girls working here are healthy and safe." I smiled. "I ain't doing anything wrong!" she said, almost shouting. "I like what I do and I make good money at it!" I motioned her to calm down. "Okay, okay," I said. "Then why don't we go over everything one by one and make sure that I can report that to the city and close the file?" She twirled around and stomped towards a window. "I'm not doing nothing," she said, just as loud. Just as I ...