Pov Lauren - Shit. I need sex. It was 10pm. White Chicks had just been on TV, and I was starting to talk to myself. - Great, Lauren. Go crazy and talk to yourself. I had not had sex for six weeks. By my standards, this was a long time. However, this one will that was once a constant in my life was now also falling on my list of priorities. "Well, I've seen six weeks without sex. But more than that does not work, I'm not iron. I wore jeans, a black blouse, and my leather jacket. I kept on my Porsche Cayenne to the place where for months I felt warm and cozy when looking for a woman. The street was as deserted and silent as ever. A small, unobtrusive pink-neon sign glittered over a well-ornamented door. "The Hills" I entered the place without knocking. It was familiar, I had been there a thousand times. A dark, wood-decorated room housed upper-class men and beautiful, well-dressed women. Most of the customers were respected lords out of that environment. The dim light was pleasant, leaving the place mysterious and warm. Random songs, but always sensual, helped in the setting of the place. The central bar accommodated two pretty girls who made drinks. Some men were picking things up while they did their jobs. To the corners, many sofas and tables were occupied by couples, some more discreet, others completely without modesty. - Lauren! It's really you? I turned around and saw a familiar face. - Hello, Chloe. - Where have you been? I thought you abandoned us. "I was away for a while. Problems in the company. - I lied. "You'll have to make up for the days you left then." With a wink, Chloe pulled me into the bar, ordering the brunette to pour me a dose of Whiskey. - Hello, Lauren! Three girls greeted me. I turned and saw three beauties. Samantha, a beautiful and very small brunette, Selena, a little low and with Latin traits and Scarlet, a sculptural blonde. - Hi girls. How are you? "Good. But we missed you. - Answered the blonde, with a certain tinge in the look. - Have you been attending other "environments"? Samantha asked. "No, I was traveling to work. I lied again. I did not want to mention that my disappearance was due to my total lack of will to have sex, and that now I needed to be late. "Well, you need to relax then," Selena said, coming over to massage me on the shoulders. "The three of you are free, Lauren. Chloe said, as if the girls were not there. They smiled wickedly. That's when I saw a girl I'd never seen in The Hills before. A seemingly normal girl. Long brown hair, tanned skin, Latin features, a little taller than Selena and looked completely out of place. "Chloe, who is she?" She and the girls turned to look at the back of the room. "Oh, I almost forgot!" The one you do not know has arrived two weeks ago. Her name is Camila. A newbie. It was even strange to find someone in that place that I had not caught. I've been with all, absolutely all the women who lived in The Hills - including Chloe, who did not prostitute herself, just coordinated the business. - Camila. I repeated her name, looking at her curiously. - She is good? "Well, during these two weeks, I did not see any unhappy clients. She smiled. "She seems shy and quiet, but it's as they say ... The timid are the best in bed. - Hm ... Is she free? "Of course, that's why she's down here. She smiled sympathetically at me and dismissed the three girls who accompanied our conversation with a wave of hands. They were gone, and Chloe called Camila. The girl answered the call and came toward us. She wore a black button-down blouse with sleeves down to her wrists, a tight, tight jeans skirt, a white belt, black pantyhose, and a discreet jumping shoe. It vaguely reminded a rodeo queen. They were not vulgar, though everything about her was fair and short. She was simply beautiful.Camila ... I want you to meet an old client of ours. This is Lauren. "Hello," the girl said, without the slightest enthusiasm, completely different from the three girls who had just left. - Hello, Camila. Your name is as graceful as you. - Thanks. - I see you're new here. - Yeah. I got in a couple of weeks ago. I noticed that her eyes were a different brown. They looked like creamy chocolate, hard to explain. Her whole body exuded a soft, very pleasant scent. On the neck, I could see some bruises and bite marks. I tried not to stare. - You like it here? "Well, it's better than my old life, anyway." She spoke a little distractedly, looking around. His tone was not at all cheerful. It seemed she simply had to accept the life she led. I figured no woman would want to lead this life. However, the other girls in The Hills pretended to like it all. For me, some even felt bad doing what they did. And yet, this girl just did not behave like them. It was very easy to see that Camilla was not happy. Chloe looked at her reprovingly, and she hurried to correct herself: "But I'm still getting used to it, I'm sure that in a while everything will be more comfortable for me." Everyone here is very kind. - I'm sure yes. I said, still staring into his chocolate eyes. - You're free now? I want to taste you. She shifted uncomfortably, as if I had cursed her and she had to accept the curse. "Camila, Lauren is a gentleman. I'm sure you'll like her a lot. Chloe said, again with a glare at the girl who was now nodding. - Clear. She lowered her head. "I'm free." I'm going ... I'm going to my room. Give me 10 minutes, I'll be waiting for you there. Third door. All right? - Sure, Camila. I'll be there in ten minutes. Having said that, the girl turned and went up the stairs near the wall to our left, to her room. I followed her with my eyes. That would be the weirdest bitch I'd ever eat. - Sorry dear. Camila still has not gotten used to it all. - It's all right. I need some news. I wanted news. I went to The Hills that night not expecting a newcomer, but a simple fuck. But fate was kind to me, putting Camila at my disposal. She was new. It would be a new experience. I did not know that bitch, and the stranger was exciting. "Then I give my verdict on your new acquisition, Chloe. I drank Whiskey and left the bar, heading for Camila's room. Pov Camila Another night at The Hills. One more night for me to feel like a bitch. But that was stupid to say. I was a bitch. A bitch who was now getting ready for her next client. To this Lauren. "Well, at least she's beautiful. I said to myself, but I knew it would not work. "Okay, okay, it does not change much." But come on, pretend it will be at least a little pleasurable.No, the fact that that customer was beautiful did not change shit. I would continue to offer my body to her in exchange for money. It would not be less dirty for that. I had been with beautiful clients before, and none of them gave me the slightest pleasure. - Shit. I kept talking to myself. "Why did she have to see me?" Every night, when I came down, I always tried to walk in the darkest corners, asking God and all the saints not to notice me there. I dressed in a non-sensual way and always looked down. Being with men and women, although it was my job and I should have gotten used to it a long time ago, was always punishment. I had to support myself, but my damn conscience insisted on making me feel so bad. But regrets would not change anything. Lauren had somehow seen me. Even surrounded by three beautiful girls, she became interested in me. Later I went to know that she was a former client, so it was explained: Probably she had already had fun with all of them, and now she wanted fresh meat. What differentiated Lauren from other customers? Almost nothing, except for one detail: She looked at me. Of course, many men and women had looked at me, but not like her. She looked at me as if she wanted to understand me. As if trying to read my eyes, find something inside them. And that might not make the slightest sense, but the fact was that I was a bit uncomfortable with the way she looked at me. As I arranged to receive her in my room, I thought about what the new punishment would be like. I lay on the bed in a red silk robe and waited for him. It did not take long and the door opened. The customer had entered my room, already taking off the leather jacket and placing it on a chair after locking the door. - Could you pay before? I asked suddenly. She looked surprised. - Pay before? What if I am not satisfied? "You'll be satisfied." She laughed, still staring at me. "Well ... If by an irony of fate I am not satisfied, can I have my money back then?" - Closed. But that will not happen. She laughed again, taking some notes from her pocket and placing them on the desk next to the bed. "You're very sure of yourself. I did not answer. - Very well. As we have not met, we have to clarify some points here. I'm intersexual. I stared at her a little confused. "Like I said?" - I have a penis. She continued. "Now that you know, do you have any objections to sex?" I was surprised that she was intersexual, but I found it interesting. About me having some objection at the time of sex, no one had ever asked me that. Usually people tried to do anything with me, and only then, when I denied it, did they understand that I would not do it. - I do not do anal. - I spoke a little low. She widened her eyes. "A bitch who does not do anal?" I was referring to things like sadomasochism, bondage ... For me, any whore was anal. I blushed violently. Although I really was a whore, I did not like being called that way. - I do not ... - You're very picky. She concluded, not appearing annoyed. "I hope you can reward me for it.""I will reward you." We were silent for some time. She looked around, analyzing the light and asking, "Do not you think it's too dark here?" - The lamp's on. I pointed to the object on my right side, which emitted a faint, yellowish light. "Still, it's too dark." I want to see your body. "You will not want to see my body." She seemed to begin to lose her temper. Maybe I should stop arguing with clients. "Yes, Camila, I want to see your body." Saying this, she reached for the switch next to the door and turned on the light. "All right," I said sadly. Then she positioned herself in front of the bed, and I knew this was the time to start doing something. I got on my knees and crawled to her. When I reached her, I began to open her zipper and I could already feel her erection. I lowered my pants, leaving the white boxer intact. "Take off your robe." I told you I want to see your body. Shit. The room was very clear, and that would not be pleasant. I hesitated a little, but in the end I relented. I undid the knot that held the robe on my body and let the fine fabric fall on the bed. I was wearing a pair of lingerie the same color as my red robe, a bra and panties both small but comfortable. They were even discreet if compared to lingeries with holes in specific places and transparent parts. I did not stare at her and kept doing my job. I got up on my knees to take off her blouse and her bra, so I laid soft kisses on her breasts. - They only give you violent people? Shit. Did she have to talk? My bruises were already part of me. I could not remember any time I was without scratches, bites, or purple spots all over my body. "They give me people, but most men. Although I just stared at her breasts, I knew she was staring at me, analyzing every bruise on my body. "My skin is very sensitive. When they make a lot of pressure, it causes that in me. The mark of every person I lay down is here. She grabbed my wrists, where purple and red spots painted my skin. "So you wear clothes that hide your body?" - Also. - I answered a little dry. She stared at me for a while longer. As silence grew more and more unpleasant, I wanted to end the subject. Slowly, I took my hands in his underwear and lowered it. I saw his cock already fully erect, and I could see that she really needed a "relieved." It was at that moment that I noticed that I would have some discomfort with that client. Most of the men he had been with until then were of a normal structure. Sometimes I had taller men, and it always indicated that their limbs were larger than I was accustomed to. For this reason, and because it was small it was common to feel pain and discomfort in penetration. Men always wanted to shove everything inside, without worrying about the physical laws related to the fact that large objects simply do not fit in small places. Lauren should be 1.63. I thought the fact that she was intersecting her penis might be small, but she was completely mistaken. His cock was bigger than the ones I was used to. But I had been through it a few times, it was not completely unknown. I wrapped his cock in one hand, already making the right movements, and continued stroking with the other hand and kissing her belly. - Suck. Okay, hurry up. I lowered my head and took his cock in my mouth, taking care of the teeth. She was a little thicker than normal too, so I had to concentrate. As I sucked my head slowly, I continued to prick his cock. She grabbed my hair, murmuring nonsense. His cock was too big for my mouth, and when she tried to put it all in, I was taken by surprise.Still, I made my throat relax, and I thanked him silently for not choking. She was now straddling him, putting the full length of his cock into my mouth. He made quick and sudden movements. To keep my balance, I wrapped my arms around her and held her from behind. As her moans began to grow louder, she gripped my hair tighter and pushed my head hard against her body so that I could control my mouth there. It would not be long, and she would enjoy it. No sooner said than done. The hot liquid began to trickle down my throat. I concentrated again on leaving her relaxed to receive all the joy. After a while she pulled my hair back and backed away from me. "Your mouth is the eighth wonder of the world. - Thanks. Without further ado, she lowered her trousers to the floor and pulled out a condom. She tossed the package on the bed, unceremoniously, took off my bra and laid me on the bed, covering me with her body. Quickly he lifted his mouth to one of my breasts, sucking it gently, which was strange. The people I used to lie down with were not subtle, and always made sure that by the end of the relationship I had a brand new to the collection. "Am I hurting?" - She asked. "No." "Then I can suck hard?" It was weird. That question indicated that she was not delicate normally, but she was trying hard not to hurt me. That definitely ran away from the standards of the customers I attended. "Yes. I've gotten used to it, I do not feel any more pain. With no more care, she sucked hard on my left breast as one of her hands tightened and pinched her right. His other hand slipped into my panties and his fingers began to touch me. "At first slow, but then fast, very fast. I felt two fingers sliding inside me. To stimulate her, I hooked my fingers in her hair and let out a few low, random moans. Even with all the eroticism of the situation, I did not feel pleasure. I never felt pleasure in any relationship I had in life, because it was wrong, it was dirty. It was humiliating. I knew I only did it because of the money, not because my body wanted to. But sometimes I remembered that I had a role to do, I had to stimulate and give pleasure to my clients. It was difficult to remember, since every time I gave it, I made a point of turning off my brain and acting automatically. I did not feel anything, I did not think of anything. He just did what he knew he had to do. For the purpose of advancing that, I took the condom thrown to my right on the bed and opened it. She noticed my movement, and although I thought she was going to complain, she got down on her knees in front of me between my legs, waiting for me to fit the condom into her penis. I sat on the bed and did it, grateful to know that it was going fast. Then she lay on top of me again, and I turned her on the bed, now sitting on her waist. I got up on the bed, getting to my feet, and removed the panties as she looked at me lying in front of me, beneath me. I took two more sucks on his covered penis, taking care of her teeth, and I sat on his cock, slowly, trying to fit him to my size. I would sit and stand up slowly, trying to shape him, but his cock was really big.Since that was not working, there was no choice but to accept the pain. Without further ado, I took a deep breath and sat down completely on it, drawing a moan of pleasure, which I thanked mentally for drowning my own groan of pain. - Shit! She gasped - I do not fit in you! - It'll fit. I just need a few minutes. "It will not fit in that position!" I did not answer and kept trying to mold his dick to my body, lifting and sitting repeatedly on his cock. She then grabbed me by the waist, turned me on the bed and pulled away from me. - Stay on all fours. I obeyed, turning on the bed and putting my hands and knees on the mattress, standing in one of the positions I considered most humiliating. She positioned herself behind me, on her knees, and entered me slowly, testing to see if she could move better. To my surprise, it worked. With a few attempts she was already completely inside me. "We found a good position for both of us. She said, lightly holding me. I did not answer. I just hoped that would end soon. His movements grew more aggressive and quick as he held me around the waist. Eventually her hands tightened on my hips, but then they loosened, as if she remembered that her marks would remain there. His hands roamed the length of my back, coming to rest on my shoulders and holding me there to penetrate me harder. - Fuck, Camila! You're delicious! She began to penetrate me harder than before, with more fury, moaning with each thrust. As she pulled my hip closer to her, I was taken aback by what I felt. I could not stop screaming because I did not expect that. She did not stop, still penetrating me hard, as if that scream was part of the act. And every time she stored inside me, I felt the same. A very strong almost explosive sensation. She could not have discovered my G spot, could she? - Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Lau ... Ahhhh! Lauren! - What is it? - For! For the love of God. She stopped inside me. - What is it? Did I hurt you? - Yes! - I lied. He did not want to tell her that he was enjoying it for the first time in his life. - Excuse! She said, pulling away from me and lying on my stomach on the bed beside me. I was breathing hard, head down, still in that position. Some time later, I recovered and sat down on top of her again. "Do you think you will?" - She asked - Do not want to take a while I do not know .... - No, - I answered. I sat down on his cock, and as I expected, I managed to do it without pain. Wanting more than anything else to end, I began to move my hips quickly, rubbing it against hers, trying to get her to the second orgasm quickly. She did not seem to have any objections, and holding my waist, helped me ride on her, moving my hips up and down. "I ... I remembered that I needed to moan to stimulate her, and I did." She seemed to like it, gripping me harder and tightening the movement on my hips. I leaned toward him, my mouth next to his ear and whispered dirty words. They took her seriously, and she finally came, moaning louder than before, still clinging to my hip. I waited for her to resume consciousness, lying on top of her. My body, barely moist, rested on top of hers, sweaty. Even though she was practically dehydrating, Lauren had a wonderful perfume. It seemed to exhale from his own sweat, because I could not remember his scent being so potent before we began to fuck. I remembered that she would ask for the money back if she was not satisfied with my performance. And I could not lose that damn money after being forced to fuck her. I got up from his cock, gently removing the condom, knotting it and tossing it into the bin next to the bed. I put myself back a little below her, between her legs. She stared at me half-drunk by the newly struck climax, trying to guess what I was doing. Her green eyes widened when she understood my intentions, and at the same moment I was already sucking her again with strength and will. His dick was soft, but it did not take long to get hard like stone again.Gripping my hair gently, she allowed me to follow my pace. I bit down the head of his cock, pulling out weak moans, licking the full length and sucking hard when the tip came. For the third time, she enjoyed it. I waited for the liquid to invade my mouth, to the last drop, so I swallowed everything and got up. I grabbed my robe of red silk crumpled on the end of the bed and covered myself. - My 30 minutes are over? "Yes," I said, going to the bathroom for a good shower to get the smell of sex that made me sick. I did not want to think about the fact that Lauren had been the first woman to give me pleasure all those years. That damn one, who was lucky enough to find the right spot on my body! - Where you go? - She asked. - I paid for another 30 minutes. I looked at her curiously. - Because? Have not you had your three orgasms? Not satisfied? - I am. But I want more. I was a long time without this, now you're going to have to help me make up for lost time. And you're new, I'm discovering you. The bodies of the others I already know with closed eyes. It's nice to find out. Then she smiled. A crooked smile, almost sad, but still amusing. A beautiful smile. I stared at her. In fact, that was better than sleeping with one more stranger. I would not have to put up with another stranger touching me and getting into me. Besides, she'd been more delicate and worried than anyone else I'd ever had sex with. "Right," I finished. "Pay then. She got up from the bed, taking another condom and her wallet into the pocket of the pants that remained on the floor. Taking the money and depositing on the cake that was already on the desk, he threw the wallet on his pants and went back to bed, with the condom in his hand. Pov Lauren An hour later I was in the great hall downstairs. It was 23:50 and there were still many men with women dancing and caressing. Chloe looked a little concerned when she came to meet me near the bar. - Lauren, my dear! I've been looking for you! So how was it? "Do not worry, Chloe. Your rookie is very good. I saw an expression of unmistakable relief on his face. "Oh, that's what they say. I'm glad you were satisfied. "Well, I guess I'd better go home." Tomorrow I wake up early. "Do not you want to try other ones?" It's still so early! "Not tonight, Chloe. Tomorrow I'll be back. I said goodbye to her and left. I got into my Porsche Cayenne on my way home while driving a little distracted. After all, I had had what I wanted. I got a considerable delay with the newest girl from The Hills, and she was very good. Very good with the mouth, mainly.What I never expected was to get five times in 1 hour. Of course I should attribute this fact to my delay, but I had been through it before. And never, I've NEVER had so many orgasms in a single hour. The girl was really good. I remembered then the bruises all over her body. It explained the way he dressed, which left almost no part of it. In fact, she was tanned but it was not too dark tan, it must have been easy to create spots on her skin, especially since Camila seemed to be incredibly soft and sensitive. And she was soft. Very soft. And fragrant. A different perfume, softer than other girls. He remembered almonds, which, in a mixture of madness and confusion of senses, matched perfectly with his eyes of liquid chocolate. Everything combined strangely with that girl, and the combination made her mouth water. When I got home, I took a long shower and went to bed. I remembered the events of the night. How good it was to have a new body to explore, and how that body had given me pleasure. I remembered how Camila had an air of innocence and grace. Beautiful. A beautiful bitch. Although I had not noticed it at first glance, I soon found that her beauty increased with the level of intimacy we shared. I smiled as I remembered her arrogance saying that she would satisfy me, and would not accept anal sex. I smiled because she was stubborn, like none of the others were. They were all submissive and were always smiling when I asked for something. They nodded and did not answer. She did, however, dictate her own rules. "A wild kitten," I said quietly to myself. And I was already thinking about what it would be like next night. And thinking about the next night, I fell asleep. *** The day passed like the others: No goals, no mood, no distractions. I took care of the business as I had to take care of, give orders and sign papers. It was twelve hours of pure idleness and empty, until the clock struck at 8:00 PM and I left the company leaving some papers still to be signed. I started on the Porsche Cayenne and headed straight for The Hills, where another night awaited me. "I was afraid you'd disappear for another six weeks." "Chloe came to greet me as soon as I got in." Like the night before, the dim lighting and the wooden decor gave the ambience the mystery and the warmth I sought. "I have to take the damage I gave you during this time, do not I?" I smiled, taking my dose of Whiskey I'd just ordered from the bar. "I was not going to demand anything, but if your conscience says to do this ..." She returned the smile. "So who wants it today?" "I was thinking about yesterday's girl, Camila. Is she free? I looked around for his search. "I'm going to find you, my dear. - And left. I stood in the bar, looking again at the men and women and the whores in their laps. He felt a little ashamed to be a part of it, to act in that way too. But I had already tried to be right, to be correct. And a bitch decided to break my heart ... - Lauren? I turned and saw Camila, wearing a long blouse with a red high collar, short shorts, black stockings and low shoes. She definitely did not look like a whore. - Good night, Camila. You look very beautiful today. His brown hair was bound in a carefree manner to the nape of his neck, not in a ponytail, but in a coke that let loose a number of rebellious threads, which formed on his shoulders. It was almost a deliberate mess. - Good night. Chloe said she wanted to talk to me. - Ah yes. "Talking" is not the appropriate term. I smiled, staring at her. As she remained silent, I continued, "But anyway, I must ask you if you are free now. - At this moment? Uhmm ... Yes, I'm free. She hesitated, looking around. "But Chloe did not tell?" There's a new girl here, arrived today. - Same? I looked around with little interest. "I thought I should warn you, since you like-" He hesitated again, clearing his throat as if to say something inappropriate-"to find out" the women. - Thanks for letting me know. I'll take note of the new girl as soon as she's out. I'm sure Chloe will be happy to introduce me to her. But today I want you. I still do not feel good about your body. "Oh ..." She merely lowered her head. "So, will you give me the pleasure of your company for the next 30 minutes?" - It's all right. I'm going to my room ... I'll be waiting there. Get in ten minutes. - Ten minutes. I nodded. Ten long minutes later I went into her room and found her just as she had the night before, except that this time she wore a black robe.I went through the door and locked it. - You look good in black. It is a very attractive color. - Thanks. I took the money out of my wallet and set it down on the desk. "You will not argue about satisfaction and the return of the money?" Was she really teasing me? Camila? Teasing me? She definitely did not look like that. I smiled with pleasure, trying to get into the game. "Oh no, I know what you're capable of. But I must warn you that I will be more demanding this time. Yesterday I was kind, since I was discovering you. "I can deal with the demands." I let out a loud laugh, and I had the impression, though I was not sure, that the corner of her lips twitched in a tentative smile. "Hey, my time is already running and you're still lying there. I'll want extras later. She came to me with those deep chocolate eyes. They were very different eyes from the ones I saw in the other girls in The Hills, because they all had shallow eyes, as if they had no history behind them. Camila's eyes were so deep they made you want to dive into them and find out whatever they had to hide. She reached for my zipper like the night before, but I stopped her hands. I want you naked first this time. I sat on the edge of the bed, not taking my eyes off her. I took off my shirt and my bra and rested my body on my hands, which rested on the mattress behind me. She then turned her back to me and undid the knot of the robe very slowly, until he slid gently around her shoulders and cascaded down to the ground at her feet. His lingerie was worked in lace, of great taste, where they blended shades of white with light pink. My senses began to blend, and I had the vision of Camila's body, a tanned tint. Her perfume seemed to intensify as her robe fell to the floor, raising a slight breeze. Her body was beautiful, small, with perfect curves and fucking ... Her butt was a thing of another world. It was exciting me more, much more than usual. She was just a bitch stripping off for me, and I should not be so excited, catching fire tremendously in anticipation. But that was what was happening. I felt my body, literally, tremble at will. And his slow movements are disconcerting made me want to keep it going as long as possible, and at the same time take it at once, in the desperation of feeling its taste of almonds. His bruises continued to contrast strongly with the tone of his skin, but I no longer saw them. In a smooth, precise movement, she unfastened the hoops that fastened her bra on her back. Removing it, I could see the sight of Camilla, only in panties, with her back to me, her hair caught in the beautiful coke that kept her wires perfectly misaligned. Her back was exposed, and she was now playing with the strap of her panties. My God, her back turned me on! -Remove. I gasped, not restraining myself. I expected her to pull down to her feet, but only then did I notice that the panties she wore had many discreet latches on the side handles. All it took was a simple movement with the fingers so that the piece fell on the floor between his legs. And then she was completely naked. Beautiful. - Turn around ... - I asked. She turned to me, her face with a mixture of shame and tension. I studied her from head to toe. His chocolate-colored eyes gave me a certain kind of hunger. Her fleshy lips contrasted with the color of her skin. His neck, full of bruises, was barely covered by the strands of hair that stubbed out of the bun and fell lightly over his shoulders. Her breasts were small and seemed to have a creamier consistency than the rest of her body, making the beaks look light brown.The belly was perfect. She was completely flat: different the night before, where a thin fuzz covered her groin area a little, today it was so smooth that her skin seemed to shine. Her thighs were the right size, but there the bruises were more visible. I caught myself gasping for just looking at that creature. - Camila ... - Yes? She answered, still with her head a little low. - Come here. Now. She moved slowly toward me and stood in front of me, kneeling on the floor. He took his hands to my zipper, opening it slowly and pulling my pants down, along with the navy blue boxer. I wanted to disguise it, but my tremor was violent. I felt embarrassed by that, but she did not seem to notice. Without any warning, Camila took my cock and put it in her mouth, sucking it with great will. My wrists and elbows, before putting my weight on the bed, were shaking now. Since I would not be able to stay in that position much longer, I leaned forward, sitting at a right angle, hands on her head. She was not like the others, who had a strange mania to look at me while they sucked my dick. The face of pleasure they made rolling their eyes was so clearly "fake" that it did not excite me at all. But Camila did not look at me. I saw her concentrating on what she was doing. She did not force the bar, she simply wanted to give me pleasure. - Ahhhhhhh .... - You like it? She asked in a tone of who really had some doubt. "You're going to kill me hard ..." She continued to suck my cock hard, licking and nibbling very gently. - Ahhhh ... Condom, left pocket! Camila stopped and reached for the condom in her kneaded trousers on the floor. He ripped it and rolled along the length of my penis. "Sit down on me, Camila. She stood and placed her knees on the bed, one on either side of my body. He held my cock in his hands and positioned him in his tight doorway until he slowly lowered himself, enveloping me with his hot, wet pussy. "Ahhh, my God." The scent of almonds mingled with the scent of the shampoo she wore. Unable to reason, I took my mouth to one of her breasts and sucked hard. With her hands on her hips, I guided her body down and up, causing my cock to leave her briefly. She threw her arms around my neck, and I placed my face in her hair and ear while gently penetrating her. I realized that I would not be able to get into it completely if I did not, as I had done the night before. - Camila, I need to extend ... - I breathed with difficulty. "It's all four for me ..." She obeyed, rising from my lap and going to the position I had asked her to do. Without much ceremony, I positioned myself at her entrance and penetrated her again, feeling her body once more, wrapping mine slowly. I closed my eyes and let myself savor the moment. - This this. I had already managed to get into it completely, and we could go back to the previous position. But she was that good, damn it ... I leaned forward a little and reached my right hand on her clit, while the left remained on her hip. I played there with my fingers, stimulating her. She moaned very low. - I want to hear you moaning, my beautiful ... - Ahhh ... - That! You do not know how moaning they are. And they were. Her voice became husky as she moaned. Forgetting the fact that it would hurt her penetrated her tightly as she played with her clit. - AHHHH! - Excuse! Shit! I should have remembered! She was small! I made a move to withdraw from her, but she moved her hip back. - Not! I heard her gasp a little. I stood still, a little confused. - No what? Silence. "What do you want, Camila?" I do not want to hurt you anymore! She seemed to struggle with her conscience, though I did not understand why. "C-continue ... No ... just continue," she said, lowering her voice to each word, not lifting her head. Could it be that I could go on without hurting her? - If it hurts, you tell me! She remained silent. I started to penetrate her again, hard. In the third thrust, the deepest, she screamed again. - Ahhhhh! "I will not stop until you tell me that I'm hurting you!" I said, although I was already slowing down, afraid I would be hurting her.- Ahhhhhhhh! I did not know if she was liking or feeling pain. She lifted her hip slightly and moved back toward my cock. - Ahhhh, that! I heard her moan softly. I was then convinced that the shouts were of pleasure. "Yes, Camila. Do you want me to aim harder? And saying that, without waiting for an answer, I thrust it into her as hard as I could. - THAT! She answered, perhaps unconsciously. - That ... That ... That's nice, huh? I gave her another pussy. - Ahhhhh! "I'm tired of talking, Camila. I want to get into you until I'm done with you! And from there, I began to penetrate it with great force and in a fast pace. She wiggled, moaned, clung to the sheets. Her coke was now completely undone, and her hair fell loose on the sheets beneath her. - Ahhhh ... Ahhhhhh ... AHHHHH! I felt her body tremble in spasms, but I did not stop. My climax was almost coming, I needed to enjoy it now! I stocked on her five more times, and finally had the orgasm I was avoiding all that night with Camila. Only her hip was up, safe by my hands. Her head was already lying on the bed, her face buried in the sheets, panting. The arms were also tossed beside the body. I lowered his hips, propped him on the bed, and rested on top of her. She was very sweaty, and so was she. I breathed for four minutes in his hair, catching my breath. - You were right. I whispered in his ear. "You know how to handle demands very well. She murmured something I did not understand. - Can I use your bathroom? I need a shower. "You can ..." She replied softly. I stood up, running my hands lightly over his body. - Camila? - Yes? "What perfume do you use?" "I do not wear perfume. Why do not you use perfume?" "Are you telling me you smell of almonds naturally?" "Cream for bruises ... Almonds ..." She replied against the pillow, still very low, as if she were ashamed to stare at me. I stared at her for a few seconds, feeling sorry for that girl. I did not want to see her hurt. I did not want to see her wrong. It was strange, for I had only been with her for two nights, but I felt that I was beginning to nourish for Camilla a sense of protection. - Well ... Your smell is very good. And without saying anything else, I went into the bathroom for a shower. Pov Camila I was still in bed, just the way Lauren had left me to go take her shower. The face was still tucked in the sheets, hands still clinging to the mattress. I was still facedown, motionless. Because? Why had I allowed that? Why had I allowed her to take possession of my body so completely? My body! For the first time in my life I knew what an orgasm was. He did not know if he had been strong or weak, but he knew he had been one. Even without ever having felt it before. Because, at that moment, my head became extremely empty, and I experienced a pleasure outside the limits of consciousness. Yes, it definitely had been an orgasm. What I still had to understand was how I had managed to enjoy it. And why, my God, why the hell had I let her finish, let her show me what sensations my body still lacked. - Damn! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I cursed myself in the same position on the bed. I was cursing because I knew now that I did not even know myself completely. I cursed myself for letting a client, a stranger, have shown me that. And I was cursing mainly because I knew, it would be impossible to put Lauren at the level of importance of other clients now. The bathroom door slowly opened and I straightened as fast as I could. I went to lie on the pillows, my back on the bed, covered by the sheet.She left, wiping her hair with my towel. - Sorry, I had to use it. You should put more towels in the bathroom for your customers- "" Okay, let Chloe buy me fifteen towels a day. She stopped, staring at me, processing the information. "It's true," he finished. I waited in silence. "Do you serve fifteen customers a night?" "No-about ten." I answered, half-heartedly. Why were we talking about it? "I see ..." She said, thinking a little and making a face at herself. - Well, I have to go. We'll talk tomorrow. And so, without saying anything else, he left. *** I woke up the next morning with a fresh dream in my memory: Lauren. Linen. Sex and orgasm. Money. - Great. My own conscience against me. I got up in a bad mood. I took a shower, put on my wounds, and went for coffee. I talked for some time with some girls, but I was already in my room again, locked, reading. I felt protected there. It was my private castle, my hiding place. Although I liked the company and the talk of the girls and Chloe, I always spent most of my time alone in the bedroom. Some girls thought me antisocial. I did not care. That day, more than ever, I needed to read. I always liked books because they always led me to an alternate reality. A fiction where I could wander with my thoughts to the limit of the imagination. I often found myself imagining my own face in the characters. And yes, I always found myself pathetic for that. But that day, I could not concentrate on the stories. Would she come tonight? "We'll talk tomorrow," she said. Was it just by talking? Would he choose me again? Maybe he'd pick the new girl. Maybe he would not come. Shit. She made me cum. How did she do that? Shit! And that way, the day passed. Half the time I focused on the story in my hands, but the other half was always occupied by the memories of Lauren, the night before, and the doubt about what it would be tonight. At 9:00 pm I went down to the lounge, which would be another night of unpleasant work. But tonight would not be like the others. It would be worse. Much worse. I turned and saw a handsome boy, close to 24, speaking in a gentle voice with me. - Hi what's your name? - He asked. - Camila. Much pleasure. - It was a lie. I did not take any pleasure in knowing him, because I knew what he wanted with me. - Beautiful name. Call me Hardin. - Hello, Hardin. "I have to tell you that you are beautiful." I'm astonished that no one in this jungle has yet to choose you. I smiled, a discouraged and false smile. "Then, since you're free, we could have a little fun." What do you think? - He said, putting a lock of hair behind my ear. I smiled the same as before. "Of course, Hardin. I'm going up to my room, it's the third in the hall. Give me five minutes and come up, I'll be waiting. "I can not wait, Camila. And she smiled, her eyes malicious. Five minutes later, I saw the door open. Hardin entered the room and locked the door. "I'm very, very hungry, Camila. You're going to get some work tonight. I already spoke to Chloe, I'll pay the necessary. And saying that, he took a check from his wallet, filling it. "You and me tonight. Did that mean I had to have sex with him? In a way, I was relieved. As always, it was better than lying down with several people. For some reason, however, I felt slightly disheartened to know that I could not go back into the hall for a new client. He deposited the check on the desk and came toward me, taking off his blouse, and from the pocket several bundles of condoms. The night was just beginning. It was a little over 11pm, we were already in our 5th round. Hardin never seemed to get tired. I, on the other hand, could not take that man any longer. He was not delicate. He gave orders as one speaks to servants, waiting to be attended to immediately. When I hesitated, he promptly held me tightly and without asking permission, did what he had in mind. But he was not the only customer like this: Most acted like that. The problem is that I had someone else in mind. A more delicate, more worried person. Someone who had given me some pleasure ... "" I want you from behind. " It made me wake up from my autopilot. - I do not do anal. I said flatly. - How is it? Of course it does anal! You're a whore! - A whore who does not do anal. This is my condition."Condition?" I'm paying, and I want to eat you from behind! Violently, he turned me on the bed, pulling my legs apart with my knees and holding my hands behind my back. - Stop it! I do not want! I said loudly, trying to sound menacing. - Fuck what you want! I want to! And I'll eat you any way I want! - HELP! - Shut up, bitch! He gripped my hair tightly, causing me a sharp pain. - Leave me! HELP! Hardin then took his crumpled shirt off the bed with one hand, while the other still pinned my wrists to my back. He let me go for a moment, but then he stopped me, sitting on top of me. He pulled my hair back, lifting my head, and the next thing I knew was that it was gagged with a piece of cloth, which ran from my mouth to a knot behind my head. I tried to scream, but my cries were muffled by the fabric. Hardin grabbed my wrists again and separated my legs. I struggled in despair. It was not possible, he would not make me do it! -Hhhmpppfff !! He then turned me on my stomach. "If you do not cooperate, you whore, I swear to God you'll regret it." I tried to speak, but the cloth prevented me. "Turn around and stay on all fours." Now. No. I was not going to be on all fours. I was not going to let him do that to me. I tried to pull away from him, punching him and kicking as hard as I could. She was ready to run through that door, completely naked and gagged, if necessary. And then he finally lost his temper, pounding me hard in the face. I felt pain, but still I kept fighting with him. Hardin held my hands over his head, on the pillow, and hit me again. "I'll teach you to be an obedient whore!" And then he hit me again. And again. And again. My face was already on fire, I did not have the strength to compete with Hardin. He was extremely strong. And hit me again. And again. The next blow was stronger than the previous one. Finally, I gave up fighting. He kept hitting me. Each cap turned my head and I did not have the strength to look at it again. My tears streamed down my face. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry and punch him until I killed him. But I could not. I was trapped. Helpless. When he got tired of hitting me in the face, he turned me on his back, forcing me to stay on all fours. Holding my hip, he guided himself to my back entrance and thrust in. I felt intense pain, and more tears streamed from my eyes. That place was not greased at all, but Hardin did not seem to care. And then he came in again, harder. And again. Several times. And each time, I felt the same thing: Pain. Pain. Much pain. More pain. Tears welled silently in my eyes with every thrust. I did not believe that was happening. Please, somebody breaks this door! Please please! Stop hurting me, please! But he did not stop, and kept beating me everywhere in my body. I would pull my hair, beat me and put it on me. Between beating and another, he would approach my ear and moan with desire, licking and biting my neck tightly. And I could only cry, compulsively and silently. There is nothing else to be told about that night. At the end of an hour and a half, he took his shirt from my mouth, got dressed, kissed and licked my back and said in my ear, "What a hot bitch you are, love.Your ass is delicious. I hope I did not hurt you too much. And saying that, she left the room, leaving me alone. I stood in the same position for several minutes, facedown, dropping into bed. My whole body burned for the slaps and punches. My face burned, and I had it swollen with tears and violence. I was burning inside and out. It all hurt. I was shattered. I finally got the strength to get out of bed and go take a shower, which improved my pain. Physics at least. I concluded that it had taken a long time to happen. As one client had told me once, '' Any whore does anal. '' I did not, and the fact that until that day no one had decided to take my strength was truly unbelievable. Until that day. I went back to the room, passed my bruise cream, switched off the light, and went to lie down on the bed so I could finally sleep. And I cried the rest of the night. Pov Lauren Sai from the company an hour earlier: So there would be time to spend at home and take a good shower. My attitude made me sure that I was finally going insane. Want to be smelling like a whore? What was my problem, anyway? - Fuck you. I'll feel better after a shower. I talked to myself. I took a long shower, and my stress of a whole day's work diminished. Few things were as enjoyable as a fresh shower. Later I was already in The Hills. I drank my daily dose of Whiskey while staring at the girls who amused their customers. But where was she, anyway? "Lonely tonight, Lauren?" Samantha spoke in a voice as she massaged my shoulders. - Hello dear. I was looking for Camila. I've been here twenty minutes, but I can not find it. "It must be because she's already got a client. Ah yes. Clear. A client, why had not I thought about that? "Well, she must be coming down then-" "Not today, my love. It seems that the gentleman who is with her - and I must admit, a piece of bad road - paid dearly for the whole night of the girl. Which means you'll only be able to see her tomorrow. Had a man paid to stay with Camilla all night? Was that allowed? "I did not know we could monopolize the girls here. I disguised my bitterness with a false smile. "My dear, if you have money, you can do whatever you want." - Got it. Well, since Camila is not here, maybe another girl can make me happy today. I heard you have a newcomer around here. "Lauren, you offend me!" Am I being nice to you, and you do not even consider me as an option? Samantha pretended to be hurt, pouting. - Samantha dear, I'm just looking for news. Maybe another day? I spoke in a false way, kissing his neck. She shivered. "I hate it when you talk like that, Lauren. Its power of seduction is a curse for women. As she said this, she turned and went out to get the rookie she had mentioned. So we could even monopolize the whores in that place? Why had not anyone told me that before? I had paid for an entire hour, one time. But one night? All? I imagined Camila with the man, at that moment. He should be enjoying himself after all. She was very good, unlike most of the girls in The Hills, did not exude vulgarity. Strangely enough, Camila looked like a behaved whore, as if the promiscuity of her profession was balanced by the innocent air emanating from her.He must be enjoying himself, of course. I just hope you're being kind. I mumbled to myself. I did not like all those bruises on her body, and I did not want to see any new marks. A woman's body should be treated well, delicate and soft, and it irritated me to see the marks of violence on Camilla's body ... Or any woman's, of course. "Hello. Are you Lauren?" The girl said with a wicked look. - Yes it's me. And you are...? - My name is Hanna. Samantha told me the most beautiful woman in the hall wanted to be with me tonight, so it was not hard to find you. "Am I the most beautiful woman in this room?" Well, what a joke. - Yeah. From a distance. Maybe you should not have to pay to have anyone here. Certain people should not be considered '' work ''. She said it running through my body from top to bottom. This Hanna was even thrown. She was brunette, had many black hair, as well as her eyes. It was beautiful, but something about her did not please me. Approaching me, she said to the foot of my ear: - I'm crazy to feel what your cock is like. I heard around, that you have something special between your legs. I bet you're going to make me cum so many times that I'm going to lose consciousness. Vulgar She was extremely vulgar. That's what I did not like. But I had never cared for vulgarity, after all, I was in a whorehouse. Shit! Why did Camila have to be busy? Smiling at me, Hanna took me by the hand and led me to her room. And the next 30 minutes just passed. I was not as excited as I thought I would be when I tried on a new body. That body did not please him, not even that personality. The 30 minutes passed, I paid what I owed and went home to sleep. The next day, more stress. Apparently, someone said something they should not and resulted in an internal fight at the company, where heads would roll. I, as always, in the midst of this mess, did not even know who to talk to. "Ally, do anything to stop me calling." "My phone rang for the thousandth time that day, and my headache only increased. "I'm just a secretary ..." "And yet you know more about the company than I do. I beg you, do anything. She sighed. "I'll try to talk to Juan. We still have three meetings today and- "" Cancel. I need to get out of here. "But what do I say?" "Tell me I was ill. It was not exactly a lie. I needed to get out of that place before I told everyone to go to hell for the bitch I gave, except Ally, she was a nice person. I got home, took a warm bath, looked for a painkiller, and lay down on the bed, hoping the headache would improve. I fell asleep without dreams, and woke up when the clock struck at 11 o'clock. I did not want to accept it, but I knew it. He was going to The Hills that night. He would go maybe every night. It was no use trying to lead a less promiscuous life, it was no use locking me at home with the TV. I would end up going there sooner or later. It was always there that my frustrations at work and the rest of my life were dissipating. It had always been so. It was no different at that point, though perhaps something else would draw me there, and I did not know exactly what. *** I was greeted by Hanna at The Hills. I barely entered the room, and she was already approaching me more than I wanted. "Well, you here again. It seems kinda tense. - Your impression. I spoke politely. "Impression or not, I'd love to help you today. "Not today, Hanna. I'll leave you resting from last night.
