There would have been less than a year before graduation. I would have been a third-year in high school.
It’s been six months since I became a sex worker. Maybe what I need is some soul-searching. So I spread my charms throughout the pub in search of my next customer.īringing my hips down on Chiba, I was thinking of something entirely different. Our Talking Time had ended, so if he wasn’t going to buy me, there wasn’t any other service I could offer him. He looked at me and seemed like he wanted to talk, but I ignored him and entertained other customers. Sumo was still there by himself, nursing a drink. I took a shower, tied a ribbon around my neck where his hand marks were, and went back to the pub. He smiled at the end and smacked my butt. When he was done orgasming, he tossed me away. I gritted my teeth and just barely maintained consciousness. He strangled me incredibly hard, and just when I thought I might be in trouble, he started to ejaculate. My head went blank, and I frantically gasped for air. He got all the way on top of me and started thrusting like crazy, still wringing my neck. “This is what you get for underestimating men, you dumb bitch. Hearing me wheezing, barely able to breathe, he laughed right in my ear.
Then his cock got even bigger, or maybe I was tight, but it started to hurt. The terror and pain of being strangled from behind sent tears rolling down my cheeks. “You set the price! Quit whining and squeeze that pussy!” Unreserved pressure clenched around my neck, and my tongue popped out on its own. Don’t splurge just ’cause you won that bet, you fucker! He smiled and tossed two big coins onto the bed. “.Choking is 20 rubers.” I managed to remind him. He got even more carried away and put his hands on my neck. Why am I letting this old dude hear my good noises? Wait a sec, why am I moaning so cutely? It’s like I’m actually getting off or something. “Ah, nn, nn.” I spaced out, and my own voice began to sound like someone else’s. He’d spanked me so much I’d gone numb and couldn’t tell if it hurt or not. When it started to move, I could hardly breathe.Īnd he was still spanking me. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach.
I stopped him from sticking it in before I inserted the luvya grass and used a little extra just in case.Īs he if wanted to boast about it, he ruthlessly shoved the whole thing in. “Sorry, it’ll really hurt if I don’t, so please let me put it on first.” “Sir, sorry, I’m gonna yog (lube) up, so wait just a sec.” Real pros might get wet from just that, but it’s seriously impossible for me. I’m infinitely replaceable you could break me and I’d make change. In this world, women don’t have much value.