I started these stories as Alcos640, but lost count--- Va again:
Hello, my name is Melisa, I'm a public accountant and live in Argentina. I'm 27 years old, got married at 23, two years ago Agustina was born, my little one, but about two months ago I found Martin, an ex-boyfriend whom I loved very much.
With him, I've renewed my sexual desires; the experiences we had when we were together were very good, and I've started living extraordinary moments sexually again. He knows how to make me feel very passionate and even discovered that I'm fascinated by being treated with a lot of morbo, he's bought me clothes I wouldn't have thought of using before.
But he confessed that he has a clandestine business, which he dared to take me to without telling me beforehand, so it was a surprise. The business is apartments where prostitution takes place; his partner, Silvia, who runs the head and start department (the most important one), presented her to me at the time.
We went to the apartment with the lingerie we had bought (I thought we were going to a hotel), he told me that was his business, and asked me to show off in front of Silvia the clothes we had bought; she said I looked very good. We went to one of the reserved rooms where the girls attend. There, we had sex, but I didn't know if Silvia had seen us or not.
The truth is that Silvia told me I'm very good at... she proposed that I work there occasionally as a girl, and Martin was also interested in it. Obviously, I said no. Am I a slut? Only in my fantasies...
The truth is that we don't have sex in motels like before anymore; now every time we want to be together, we go there, I put on those clothes he likes me to wear, and enter with him into... The same rooms where the girls attend and I've discovered that sex is getting more satisfying that way.
Last Friday we agreed to meet up again and I went as usual, but when I was already dressed for it - a transparent babydoll at mid-thigh, high heels, and dental floss as panties, without a bra - he told me I was ready to attend a client...it didn't go any further than that.
A few days later I arrived on time, put on the same thing I had worn Friday, but he showed up 25 minutes late. While waiting, I stayed at the bar, on the other side of Silvia, chatting with her. When a customer arrived, she introduced the girls who were dressed like me to some, others in bikinis.
The customer asked Silvia if I could attend him, and she said NO, I DIDN'T ATTEND. Later my Martín arrived and we went to the reserved room to make love.
A few days later it happened again, but this time Silvia looked at me with a smile and said I WAS ALREADY OCCUPIED, COMMITTED TO ANOTHER CLIENT. I heard it and laughed, thinking it was a light joke from her. The 4th time was the same.
As he knew my birthday, he asked to meet up that day in his business. I told him I couldn't because I had to be with my husband and daughter, as is logical.
He then asked us to meet up the previous day, Tuesday, the 27th. I agreed.
But something unexpected happened for me. The same client who the administrator had told days earlier that I was already committed to another client (which wasn't true) showed up and told Martín he wanted me to attend him, saying he would pay whatever it took. My ex asked what to do if it could be done, so my ex asked me to please agree to this request, as the client was very special. Surprised, but at the same time, a specific request gave me a great sense of challenge for my way of being: allowing myself to be prostituted by others. Strong. I, so independent, putting myself in submissive and obedient mode, letting others pay to do with me what they want... a rush of excitement hit me. Slowly, I started to realize that the possibility existed as long as there was a commitment to silence.
My ex noticed a great sense of emotion from me when I accepted, and he told me it was only because I did the same things with him. Silvia said she would take care of telling me how to communicate with the client.
She told me we should talk alone: Well, girl. I knew you were going in; you have a slut's soul, and girls like you are blessed. I'll take care of making you realize how good it feels to be a slut. Good woman, close your hand, any hand, tell them with the closed hand that you're doing oral sex moving the hand up and down, but they, the clients, love hearing it said in other ways, so you tell them - Yes, I'll suck you off so you can do whatever you want to me later; I'm getting paid... That's to pressure him into deciding. Don't tell him we're being screwed for the first time in your life (emphasizing the first time). Those are sons of sluts managing words to hook us up...), leave that for us and your memories; your clients can use it to make you do more than agreed, no matter if they think you've been around for a while, but not too much. If so, tell them you've been at it for a month, say you come occasionally and very discreetly because you have a husband who doesn't know about this, and a daughter. Use those words, clients get turned on imagining you're married, a mother, and submissive to a white slave trade network. You're an accountant, a successful professional, no stupid girl; you know our movements, and you've realized that this is a kind of low-intensity slavery thanks to your predisposition to be dominated, illegal but tolerated by society, and it's a state, the sexual slave state, that you, my love, are in the right moment to try and transition. You'll learn obedience, accept the dominance of others over your body, realize you can be traded, and who knows, receive the punishments you need when you don't behave like a true slut. Come on, doll, you're entering a world that will surprise and fascinate you!
She made me practice it to add some spice to it. She told me I did well and I went to talk to the client.
I confess that the way she said it excited me and I listened.
Okay, so the service is oral massage... The client immediately interrupted: -So you...
-Yes, I'll suck her (moving my hand up and down and sticking out my tongue, brushing against my upper lip) costs $500, and I'll use the word: pussy...
For now, I don't want it, just undress and give me a good blow job, slut...
The surprise for my ex was when I approached with the money and asked for a room (toilet paper and condom), the client went behind me to the room. I did a strip (I love dancing), and in a few minutes, he took me by words and skillful pressure on my shoulders until I ended up arrodillada in front of him (another novelty for me), with his cock in my mouth, after having slapped her all over my face to make it hard, sucking it with my eyes closed. I didn't want to see it, just concentrate on the act, I licked it so he could hold out a bit longer and go back down on it. After a while, he pulled his cock out of my mouth... masturbating myself like crazy surprised me with a brutal cumshot on my face, soaking it all in, an experience I had never had before and that slightly annoyed me, although I didn't show it (my first slut face?). I went to take a shower and was back at the bar in no time. My ex was very surprised and just looked at me admiringly. The client who left and arrived another possible client, the administrator called out. Another client appeared, all the girls showed themselves, and as they were finishing up for him, I told Martin: '-Can I introduce myself?' He didn't answer, surprised. Silvia, quick on her feet, said: 'Yes, of course, woman, go ahead!' and I started thinking of a nickname... The client chose me, I introduced myself as Eugenia, already knowing how to give information, the administrator came over to ask if we wanted something, and he asked if I would take a rum. I accepted, but he ordered half a rum. I confess I don't know how it happened, but it ended up giving me finger inside my vagina in full view of everyone with his hand on the opposite side from mine, which was near me, and although I tried to hide it, the administrator passed me a tray with toilet paper and a condom wrapper. This indicated that we had permission to have sex in the room. I leaned to one side and swallowed his member in my mouth with the condom, then sat on him. Near the end, Silvia approaches and whispers that everyone would like to see me already as a slut, on my knees, swallowing the client's cumshot. A sudden need to obey took hold of me. I got off the client, made him stop, humbly kneeled in front of him, visible to everyone, removed the condom, and opened my mouth...I gave them a treat. Finished with the job, Silvia and Martin congratulated me, and I replied: 'Happy?' Obvious, said Silvia, looking at me -We have another slut! Isn't that right, darling? That night and the next day, on my birthday, my mind kept replaying... I maintained the lived day-night before. I felt the whole time the taste and texture of semen, sperm. I was distracted thinking about it, about the strangers I had attended to. Two strangers on my debut. Not at the same time, but consecutive. And all the time with a single thought in my head; 'we have another slut' And I liked thinking about it...
I return to the apartment, already like one of the girls from there, once or twice a week.
My husband can't know, he doesn't know, I know it's a great risk, but that's precisely what being clandestine does, makes me extremely excited.
Moreover, both Martin and Silvia exploit my morbo; they uploaded my photos in lingerie to web pages where the apartment is advertised with my pixelated face, but asked my husband to take them... now they want more: already they want me naked and showing my face, photographed in sessions conducted by a professional in the field known to them, because that's how all the girls from my ex's business show themselves. I know it's what corresponds, and what everyone expects of me, but that already gives me a little fear; family, friends, acquaintances... we'll see.
Hello, my name is Melisa, I'm a public accountant and live in Argentina. I'm 27 years old, got married at 23, two years ago Agustina was born, my little one, but about two months ago I found Martin, an ex-boyfriend whom I loved very much.
With him, I've renewed my sexual desires; the experiences we had when we were together were very good, and I've started living extraordinary moments sexually again. He knows how to make me feel very passionate and even discovered that I'm fascinated by being treated with a lot of morbo, he's bought me clothes I wouldn't have thought of using before.
But he confessed that he has a clandestine business, which he dared to take me to without telling me beforehand, so it was a surprise. The business is apartments where prostitution takes place; his partner, Silvia, who runs the head and start department (the most important one), presented her to me at the time.
We went to the apartment with the lingerie we had bought (I thought we were going to a hotel), he told me that was his business, and asked me to show off in front of Silvia the clothes we had bought; she said I looked very good. We went to one of the reserved rooms where the girls attend. There, we had sex, but I didn't know if Silvia had seen us or not.
The truth is that Silvia told me I'm very good at... she proposed that I work there occasionally as a girl, and Martin was also interested in it. Obviously, I said no. Am I a slut? Only in my fantasies...
The truth is that we don't have sex in motels like before anymore; now every time we want to be together, we go there, I put on those clothes he likes me to wear, and enter with him into... The same rooms where the girls attend and I've discovered that sex is getting more satisfying that way.
Last Friday we agreed to meet up again and I went as usual, but when I was already dressed for it - a transparent babydoll at mid-thigh, high heels, and dental floss as panties, without a bra - he told me I was ready to attend a client...it didn't go any further than that.
A few days later I arrived on time, put on the same thing I had worn Friday, but he showed up 25 minutes late. While waiting, I stayed at the bar, on the other side of Silvia, chatting with her. When a customer arrived, she introduced the girls who were dressed like me to some, others in bikinis.
The customer asked Silvia if I could attend him, and she said NO, I DIDN'T ATTEND. Later my Martín arrived and we went to the reserved room to make love.
A few days later it happened again, but this time Silvia looked at me with a smile and said I WAS ALREADY OCCUPIED, COMMITTED TO ANOTHER CLIENT. I heard it and laughed, thinking it was a light joke from her. The 4th time was the same.
As he knew my birthday, he asked to meet up that day in his business. I told him I couldn't because I had to be with my husband and daughter, as is logical.
He then asked us to meet up the previous day, Tuesday, the 27th. I agreed.
But something unexpected happened for me. The same client who the administrator had told days earlier that I was already committed to another client (which wasn't true) showed up and told Martín he wanted me to attend him, saying he would pay whatever it took. My ex asked what to do if it could be done, so my ex asked me to please agree to this request, as the client was very special. Surprised, but at the same time, a specific request gave me a great sense of challenge for my way of being: allowing myself to be prostituted by others. Strong. I, so independent, putting myself in submissive and obedient mode, letting others pay to do with me what they want... a rush of excitement hit me. Slowly, I started to realize that the possibility existed as long as there was a commitment to silence.
My ex noticed a great sense of emotion from me when I accepted, and he told me it was only because I did the same things with him. Silvia said she would take care of telling me how to communicate with the client.
She told me we should talk alone: Well, girl. I knew you were going in; you have a slut's soul, and girls like you are blessed. I'll take care of making you realize how good it feels to be a slut. Good woman, close your hand, any hand, tell them with the closed hand that you're doing oral sex moving the hand up and down, but they, the clients, love hearing it said in other ways, so you tell them - Yes, I'll suck you off so you can do whatever you want to me later; I'm getting paid... That's to pressure him into deciding. Don't tell him we're being screwed for the first time in your life (emphasizing the first time). Those are sons of sluts managing words to hook us up...), leave that for us and your memories; your clients can use it to make you do more than agreed, no matter if they think you've been around for a while, but not too much. If so, tell them you've been at it for a month, say you come occasionally and very discreetly because you have a husband who doesn't know about this, and a daughter. Use those words, clients get turned on imagining you're married, a mother, and submissive to a white slave trade network. You're an accountant, a successful professional, no stupid girl; you know our movements, and you've realized that this is a kind of low-intensity slavery thanks to your predisposition to be dominated, illegal but tolerated by society, and it's a state, the sexual slave state, that you, my love, are in the right moment to try and transition. You'll learn obedience, accept the dominance of others over your body, realize you can be traded, and who knows, receive the punishments you need when you don't behave like a true slut. Come on, doll, you're entering a world that will surprise and fascinate you!
She made me practice it to add some spice to it. She told me I did well and I went to talk to the client.
I confess that the way she said it excited me and I listened.
Okay, so the service is oral massage... The client immediately interrupted: -So you...
-Yes, I'll suck her (moving my hand up and down and sticking out my tongue, brushing against my upper lip) costs $500, and I'll use the word: pussy...
For now, I don't want it, just undress and give me a good blow job, slut...
The surprise for my ex was when I approached with the money and asked for a room (toilet paper and condom), the client went behind me to the room. I did a strip (I love dancing), and in a few minutes, he took me by words and skillful pressure on my shoulders until I ended up arrodillada in front of him (another novelty for me), with his cock in my mouth, after having slapped her all over my face to make it hard, sucking it with my eyes closed. I didn't want to see it, just concentrate on the act, I licked it so he could hold out a bit longer and go back down on it. After a while, he pulled his cock out of my mouth... masturbating myself like crazy surprised me with a brutal cumshot on my face, soaking it all in, an experience I had never had before and that slightly annoyed me, although I didn't show it (my first slut face?). I went to take a shower and was back at the bar in no time. My ex was very surprised and just looked at me admiringly. The client who left and arrived another possible client, the administrator called out. Another client appeared, all the girls showed themselves, and as they were finishing up for him, I told Martin: '-Can I introduce myself?' He didn't answer, surprised. Silvia, quick on her feet, said: 'Yes, of course, woman, go ahead!' and I started thinking of a nickname... The client chose me, I introduced myself as Eugenia, already knowing how to give information, the administrator came over to ask if we wanted something, and he asked if I would take a rum. I accepted, but he ordered half a rum. I confess I don't know how it happened, but it ended up giving me finger inside my vagina in full view of everyone with his hand on the opposite side from mine, which was near me, and although I tried to hide it, the administrator passed me a tray with toilet paper and a condom wrapper. This indicated that we had permission to have sex in the room. I leaned to one side and swallowed his member in my mouth with the condom, then sat on him. Near the end, Silvia approaches and whispers that everyone would like to see me already as a slut, on my knees, swallowing the client's cumshot. A sudden need to obey took hold of me. I got off the client, made him stop, humbly kneeled in front of him, visible to everyone, removed the condom, and opened my mouth...I gave them a treat. Finished with the job, Silvia and Martin congratulated me, and I replied: 'Happy?' Obvious, said Silvia, looking at me -We have another slut! Isn't that right, darling? That night and the next day, on my birthday, my mind kept replaying... I maintained the lived day-night before. I felt the whole time the taste and texture of semen, sperm. I was distracted thinking about it, about the strangers I had attended to. Two strangers on my debut. Not at the same time, but consecutive. And all the time with a single thought in my head; 'we have another slut' And I liked thinking about it...
I return to the apartment, already like one of the girls from there, once or twice a week.
My husband can't know, he doesn't know, I know it's a great risk, but that's precisely what being clandestine does, makes me extremely excited.
Moreover, both Martin and Silvia exploit my morbo; they uploaded my photos in lingerie to web pages where the apartment is advertised with my pixelated face, but asked my husband to take them... now they want more: already they want me naked and showing my face, photographed in sessions conducted by a professional in the field known to them, because that's how all the girls from my ex's business show themselves. I know it's what corresponds, and what everyone expects of me, but that already gives me a little fear; family, friends, acquaintances... we'll see.
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