A Perverse Prostitute’s Tales
I am Sara, a thirty-year-old woman with raven hair cascading down my shoulders and piercing green eyes that could ensnare any man who dares to meet my gaze. My body is an hourglass figure of voluptuous curves – the kind that makes men’s mouths water and their cocks harden in a heartbeat. I am no stranger to sex, nor do I shy away from perversion; it has been my trade for years now.
Welcome to The Scarlet Empress, the finest bordello in this godforsaken town where desires are fulfilled, fantasies explored, and inhibitions left at the doorstep. As one of its most sought-after whores, I have seen it all – from vanilla sexcapades to twisted kinks that would make even seasoned deviants blush.
My clients vary greatly; they’re not just desperate souls seeking solace in a willing woman’s embrace but also wealthy businessmen looking for an escape, thrill-seeking teenagers eager to lose their virginity, and married men craving something different than the monotony of marital sex. Some come to me with specific requests – fetishes they yearn to experience but dare not ask from their significant others. And I? I oblige them all, catering to every whim and fantasy because that’s what I do best.
I am no stranger to dominance and submission games; bondage excites me as much as it does my clients. The feeling of power when a man surrenders himself completely to your control is indescribable. It feeds the beast within me, this hunger for more – more pleasure, more pain, just…more.
But ordinary sex has long lost its charm on me. Don’t get me wrong; I still enjoy a good fuck as much as anyone else. But these days, it takes something extraordinary to pique my interest. Be it public sex, threesomes, or role-playing scenarios – if you can dream it, chances are high that I’ve already done it.
Despite the taboo nature of my profession, there is a certain thrill in what I do. There’s something liberating about being paid for pleasure, having no emotional strings attached to it. It allows me to explore parts of myself I wouldn’t dare venture into otherwise. And believe me when I say this: beneath the veneer of a simple prostitute lies a woman full of secrets and desires so perverse they would make your head spin.
But enough about me; let us delve deeper into my world, where every corner holds new possibilities for pleasure and pain. In the next parts of Sara’s Brothel series, I will share with you tales from behind these red-lit walls – stories that are as shocking as they are arousing. Stay tuned for more…
Lucas was a regular at The Scarlet Empress, one of my favorite clients due to his peculiar tastes and submissive nature. At fifty years old, he had the body of a man half his age – toned muscles hidden beneath well-maintained skin that felt like silk against your fingertips. His silver hair was always impeccably styled, giving him an air of sophistication despite his lascivious desires.
On this particular evening, Lucas requested me specifically. He wanted nothing more than for me to dominate and humiliate him while satisfying his oral fixations. It wasn’t the first time we danced this dance; I knew exactly what buttons to push, how hard to pull the strings of his depravity.
Entering his private chamber, I found Lucas waiting eagerly on the bed, naked save for a pair of black leather restraints around his wrists and ankles. His cock stood at attention, throbbing with anticipation as he watched me approach. Without uttering a word, I climbed onto the bed, straddling his face so my pussy hovered just above his mouth.
“Lick,” I commanded harshly, pressing down on him until his tongue made contact with my folds. He complied eagerly, lapping at me like a starving man presented with a feast. As he worked tirelessly between my legs, I reached behind myself and parted my ass cheeks, exposing the puckered hole that was next on Lucas’s menu for the night.
“Don’t forget about this,” I growled, pushing back against his face until he understood what I wanted. His tongue delved into my asshole without hesitation, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me as he worshipped every inch of me.
All the while, Lucas masturbated furiously beneath me, his grunts and moans muffled by my body but still audible enough to let me know how much he enjoyed this treatment. His eyes were glazed over with lust, fixated on nothing in particular as if lost in a sea of debauchery.
“You like being used, don’t you?” I taunted, grinding down harder onto his face. “A dirty old man reduced to a mere plaything for my amusement.”
He nodded frantically under me, unable to form coherent words but making up for it with increased fervor in both licking and jerking off. The sight of him degrading himself like this only served to heighten my own pleasure, fueling the fire inside me that threatened to consume us both.
“Call yourself what you are,” I demanded, leaning forward so my lips brushed against his ear. “Say it.”
“I’m…a dirty old man…” he stammered out between gasps for air.
His confession sent a shiver down my spine, igniting something dark within me that craved more – needed more. So I continued to push him further, whispering filthy commands and degradations until Lucas was little more than a trembling ball of desire beneath me. And when the time came for his release, I allowed it only after making him beg like the pathetic creature he had become in my presence.
And as I climbed off him, leaving Lucas spent and satisfied on the bed, there was no denying that this encounter left us both craving more of what we could offer each other – a dangerous dance between dominance and submission, pleasure and pain, humiliation and gratification.
To be continued…
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