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$name1 and $name2 have moved to Germany to open a little hotel. Both faithful and never cheated on each other before, but after a while, they realize local prostitutes are bringing clients to the hotel. This is the journey from loving housewife and hotelier, to one of the most infamous whores in Germany…
$name1 remembers the feeling of excitement and anticipation as she and $name2 stood on the cobblestone street in front of the quaint, centuries-old hotel they had decided to purchase.
It took their entire savings to buy the place, but they agreed that it was an investment in their future together, the perfect opportunity to flee the daily grind of corporate America for a simpler, more satisfying life in a charming German village.
“This is it, $name2,” she said, turning to her husband with a radiant smile.
“Our new adventure awaits us. Just think about the possibilities. We can do anything we want with this place.”
$name2 nodded, his eyes aglow with excitement. “You’re right, $name1. We can turn this old hotel into something truly special. The villagers have already given us a warm welcome, and I’ve heard great things about the local businesses. We can’t wait to get started, can we?”
As they walked up the cobblestone path to the entrance, $name1 couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation as well.
She knew that owning and running a hotel would not be easy, and there would certainly be challenges along the way. But she was confident that the two of them together could overcome anything.
They opened the heavy wooden door and stepped into the dimly lit lobby, their ears greeted by the soft tinkling of a bell. The smell of lavender and beeswax candles filled the air, and a sense of calm and tranquility washed over them.
An older woman, dressed in a traditional German dirndl, emerged from a back room with a warm smile.
“Guten Tag,” she said, her voice brimming with genuine warmth and hospitality. “I am Frau Hoffman, the previous owner of this establishment.
You must be $name1 and $name2, the new proprietors of the hotel.”
$name1 and $name2 exchanged a pleased glance, relieved to see that Frau Hoffman accepted them with open arms. “It is a pleasure to meet you,”
$name1 replied, extending her hand in greeting.
As they began their tour of the hotel, $name1 couldn’t help but notice the fine details of the establishment.
The antique beds and handcrafted wooden armoires in the rooms spoke of a rich history, and the picturesque gardens, filled with fragrant flowers, offered a serene escape for guests.
Frau Hoffman, sensing $name1’s admiration, said proudly, “This hotel has been in my family for generations. I’ve done my best to preserve its original character, while also making improvements to ensure that our guests have a comfortable and enjoyable stay.”
$name2 nodded, impressed by the effort and care that had gone into maintaining the property.
As they walked, $name1 couldn’t help but notice that $name2 seemed preoccupied, his eyes scanning the rooms and corridors with a critical eye.
“Is everything alright, $name2?” she asked, placing a gentle hand on his arm.
“Yes, of course,” he replied, forcing a smile. “It’s just a lot to take in, that’s all. But I’m sure we’ll be able to make this place our own, with your creative touch and my business acumen.”
$name1 nodded, relieved that $name2′ concerns seemed minor.
She couldn’t wait to start working on the hotel, to put her own personal touch on the place and make it truly their own.
$name1 knew that she and $name2 would make a great team, that their strengths and weaknesses would complement each other perfectly.
Her imagination ran wild as she thought of all the ways they could transform the hotel, from adding a cozy library in one corner to creating a stylish rooftop terrace where guests could enjoy the sunset with a glass of German wine.
Two months went by, and the business was booming, but $name1 had realized that the local whores were using the hotel often.
She was initially appalled, but her adventurous spirit and curiosity soon swayed her to consider the possibilities. $name1 started to become intrigued by the secret world of prostitution and found herself wavering between guilt and fascination.
Money was rolling in, and $name2 remained blissfully unaware, focusing solely on the business side of things. $name1 had started to enjoy the freedom that came with being in Germany, it was liberating.
$name1 had always loved hotels. There was something so exciting about them: An air of mystery and secrets, the knowledge that countless stories played out behind the closed doors that lined each hallway.
Every new hotel room represented a new beginning, another chance, and they came in all shapes and sizes. It was kind of romantic, in a way.
When the curvy brunette that $name1 days earlier had christened “Sarah” – a name picked purely at random – once again checked in, “I know what you are using the room for… not that I mind, but tell me if you need anything.” $name1 said.
Sarah, looking relieved, replied, “Thank you, that would be so great. I just need a safe space to meet my clients, you know? Somewhere they can’t find me when I’m not working.”
“Of course, I totally get it,” $name1 said with a smile.
They ended up talking for a while, and it was then $name1 realized that Sarah wasn’t the only woman using the hotel for meeting clients.
She discovered a whole world that had been happening right under her nose, a secret universe of temptations and trysts.
The hotel became something new for $name1: a place of pleasure and mystery. The walls seemed to hold so many secrets, it was intoxicating.
One day, when $name1 was alone at the hotel, because $name2 had travel to London for a meeting with a travel agency, a handsome muscular guy walked in.
He was probably in his late 30s, dark wavy hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes that could pierce through someone’s soul. He looked extremely confident, as if he owned the place.
$name1 was behind the reception desk checking e-mails when he entered.
“Welcome to the hotel!” She said.
He looked around, then leaned on the counter, expectantly.
“Hi there, do you have any girls available for a couple of hours?” He said with a husky tone.
The question caught $name1 off guard, making her stomach flutter. A rush of adrenaline surged through her. She knew exactly what kind of place he thought it was. She could’ve turned him away, but something in his deep blue eyes made her want to play along.
“Well,” $name1 took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes, “That depends on what you’re looking for.” She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she felt an unexpected thrill in the prospect of continuing to play along.
“What did you have in mind, exactly?” She asked.
The man leaned in closer, his gaze intense and heated. “Well, just a quick fuck, nothing special.” The man replied, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Well, I’m sorry, it just me here now.” $name1 said, her tone even and professional, as she kept her composure.
“No problem. How much for a couple of hours?” He asked.
$name1 got shocked, he thought she was one of the prostitutes. Trying to blew him off, and not knowing what prices the prostitute usually took, she said 600, thinking he would say no.
But instead, he just nodded and said: “Sounds good, what room should I go to?” $name1 hesitated, her heart racing. She couldn’t believe she was about to go through with this. “Let me show you to a room,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She took him to one of the vacant rooms, a small, cozy space with simple wooden furniture and bright artwork on the walls. The guest beds had thin layers of dust, hinting at their infrequent use.
$name1 turned to face him, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. She still couldn’t believe what she was about to do.
She told him to wait in the room, and she would be back in a moment. She locked the front door to the hotel and walked back to the room.
She couldn’t believe what she was doing, but as soon she walked into the room and saw the guy naked, waiting for her, she forgot everything else.
She closed the door behind her and just stood there, taking him in. But she didn’t feel scared or out of control. Somehow, she felt empowered.
The sex was intense, and in that moment she realized that she enjoyed the thrill of it. The danger, the excitement, the feeling that she was stepping out of the shadows and taking control. She couldn’t deny that there was a rush in the act, and she felt alive and desired.
She didn’t regret her decision nor she was feeling guilty. Instead, she was feeling invigorated and energized.
As she left the room, she couldn’t help but feel a newfound sense of confidence that she had never experienced before.
The man had been taken aback by her demeanor, her unapologetic attitude, and in that moment, $name1 realized she had been living her life in the shadows for too long.
She knew she couldn’t say anything about it to $name2, but she couldn’t help telling Sarah about it.
$name1 found herself whispering the whole story to Sarah, as if sharing a secret with a close friend.
Sarah listened, a mischievous smile playing at her lips. “You’ve come a long way, $name1,” she said, “And I think I know someone who will really appreciate your newfound confidence and intensity.”
Sarah introduced her to Marcus, a German police officer who frequented the hotel to meet Sarah. He is tall, rugged, with dark hair and deep green eyes that could set any woman’s heart racing.
$name1 couldn’t believe what she was doing, last night she had her first client, and already the day after she was having another one. She was happy that $name2 was in London, unaware what she was doing.
As she walked into the room with Marcus, she felt right away it wasn’t the same as the guy from last night. Marcus was demanding.
“Get down on your knees and suck my cock, you little slut,” he said.
$name1 hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by this sudden demanding tone. But beneath that initial shock, a strange feeling of excitement burgeoned in her stomach. She’d never been talked to like that before.
She wasn’t sure she liked it, but she couldn’t deny that the sensation was making her feel alive.
Something primitive in her took over and made her drop to her knees in front of him. Markus unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard erection. He wrapped one hand around the back of her head and forced her to take him all in.
$name1 gagged as he pushed himself deep into her throat, but she didn’t resist. Surprisingly, even though she had never done anything like this before, she found herself becoming increasingly aroused by the situation.
Marcus kept his grip on her head, his fingers weaving through her blonde locks as he began to move himself in and out of her mouth. $name1 could feel his pubic hairs tickling her chin, she could smell his musky scent and taste him on her tongue.
This was all so wrong, yet felt so incredibly right.
$name1’s mind was in turmoil, but as Markus continued to use her mouth without mercy, her body begged for more. It was a strange kind of pleasure, intense and dark, unlike anything she had experienced before.
As she surrendered herself to his desires, she couldn’t help but feel like she had tapped into a part of her that she never knew existed. A sliver of her identity that she had never dared to embrace – a side that was wild, daring and full of passion.
As he pumped her mouth full of cum, unable to swallow it all, and cum running down her chin, he made her crawl on to the bed, where he cuffed her.
She couldn’t believe what she was doing. She was never one for rough play, but as she looked up at Markus, his face contorted with pleasure and pride, she couldn’t deny the thrill she was experiencing.
Markus took full advantage of $name1’s newfound sense of freedom. It was apparent that she was still learning the ropes, but he was more than happy to mentor her.
His demands were dark and twisted, yet she found herself giving in to each one, her curiosity and intrigue guiding her every move.
As she laid cuffed to the bed, completely exposed, Markus had his way with her body. He took his time, caressing and teasing every inch of her, driving her wild with anticipation.
$name1 surrendered fully to the feeling, allowing herself to get lost in the heat of the moment. With her hands bound, she was unable to fight it, unable to resist. Not that she truly wanted to. She craved this moment, the thrill of letting go and allowing someone else to take control. As he put his cock at her pussy, teasing her, she forgot all about using condom.
She wasn’t planning to have sex with him without protection, but she was so consumed by her own pleasure that she didn’t even think about it. As Markus thrust himself deep inside of her, a moan escaped her lips.
It was something between desire and a plea. She didn’t want it to stop, she craved more, but she also wanted him to be careful.
It wasn’t long before she climaxed with an intensity she didn’t know she was capable of.
She screamed in ecstasy, but her screams were quickly muffled by Markus’s hand.
It was as if time had stopped, and all that existed was her and Markus. She could no longer remember why she had been hesitant, or why she had hesitated in her previous trysts. All that remained was pure, unfiltered ecstasy.
Markus slowed down his thrusts, savoring the feeling of having $name1 completely submitted to him. He wanted it to last as long as possible; every second of it was a memory he knew he would cherish. “Oh you are a good whore aren’t you?” He asked.
$name1 smiled, her eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and shame. “I suppose I am.” She replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Markus released her mouth, a satisfied grin on his face. “You have no idea how much I love that answer.” He said.
$name1 could see the intensity in his eyes, could feel the heat rolling off his body. She was as captivated by him as he was by her. The power dynamic between them ignited a fire in her belly that she had never experienced before.
Then she felt his cock tensing up, before she felt his hot cum filling her up. It felt amazing, but she also realized she had forgotten to use condom.
In that moment, fear started creeping in. She was no longer in control of the situation, and she didn’t know this man beyond being one of Sarah’s clients.
Markus noticed her concern, and gently pulled out. “Hey, are you okay, my slut?” He said, with a big smile on his face.
$name1 took a deep breath, trying to collect herself. “I just forgot to use a condom, that’s all.” She managed to utter.
“I understand, I’m clean. I got tested recently. No worries.” Markus said, noticing the worried look on $name1’s face. “I understand the risks, and I’m clean.”
$name1 looked into his eyes, trying to gauge the truth in his words. She couldn’t deny the warmth that was spreading in her belly, a strange mix of excitement and shame, as well as the faint feeling of guilt creeping in.
She had forgotten to protect herself, and even though she had been in control of the situation, she couldn’t help but feel vulnerable.
As they put the clothes back on, Marcus gave her 1000 bucks, and said, “I’ll recommend you for some of my coworkers and friends. I will tell them that you will fuck them without a condom, for a little extra.” Markus grinned, and $name1’s cheeks turned red.
She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.
She had never meant to go bareback, but before she could tell him, he was already gone.
She couldn’t deny the fact that the danger, the thrill of the unknown, was pushing all the right buttons for her. And she wasn’t bad either at what she was doing.
She had never let herself go like this before, not even in her wildest dreams. She never imagined herself enjoying something so taboo, so wrong. And yet, here she was.
$name1 had been thrown into the labyrinth of a world apart from the one in which she had been living. In the secret denizens of the clandestine hotel room world, hidden behind a façade of marital bliss, $name1’s awakening desires flourished.
Once the warm embrace of early mornings filled the space, now the shadows of twilight cast an eerie pallor over the room, transforming it into an illicit sanctuary for her subversive trysts.
The knowing scent of anticipation laced every corner as $name1’s telltale heartbeat drowned out all rational thought.
The silk sheets bore witness to secrets they would never reveal, now just crumpled remnants of her past life, while the pillows held faint, lingering memories of half-forgotten faces.
The bathroom door creaked open, revealing the unassuming figure of her husband returning from a long meeting in London. $name1 tensed, her body responding like a coiled spring, a palpable contrast to the casual ease of her sprawled figure on the bed.
$name2 was none the wiser, never sensing her enveloping exhilaration, as he mindlessly went about his evening routine.
He shoulder-barged the door, and it rebounded shut with a muffled thud, freezing $name1 in her fear-stricken reverie.
Each fibre of her being vibrated intensely with treacherous desire.
Long, blonde strands clung to her moist, glistening skin. Her taut stomach contracted as he passed, leaving behind the overpowering traces of aftershave and cold, hard London.
A couple of days went by, and one day $name2 asked $name1 why the front door at the hotel had been locked when he had walked by, to give her some food as she was working night shift.
No idea she was was having clients.
$name1 had no good explanation, she couldn’t tell him she was working as a prostitute and cheating on him.
“I..uhh…just needed some fresh air, so I locked it,” $name1 stammered, forcing a smile, trying to keep her composure.
$name2 squinted, his intuition tugging at the edges, but he let it slide, attributing it to her typical forgetfulness.
As soon as $name2 turned his gaze, $name1 felt a surge of relief and guilt wash over her, along with the all-consuming need to escape his reality.
$name1 knew she had three clients the same evening, most she had done in a single day. But she had to assure $name2 wouldn’t drop by, so she said she was going to have some drinks with Sarah afterwards.
“I’ll just be having a few drinks with Sarah after, I promise.” $name1 felt the weight of deception settling onto her shoulders.
$name2 nodded at first, before he said, “wait, aren’t that the whore coming quite often to the hotel? If you are getting close to her, you have to tell her to stop using our hotel. We don’t want to be known as the hotel allowing prostitutes to use our hotel. And I promised the travel agency I had meetings with in London, that we don’t allow those disgusting things to happen at our hotel.” $name2’s voice turned cold, and he looked at $name1, fully expecting her to comply.
“I know, I know,” $name1 muttered, averting her eyes to feign remorse. “I just feel sorry for her. She has no family, and she’s new to the country. She doesn’t know many people, and her job kind of keeps her behind at all hours.”
$name2 sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That’s not our problem, $name1. We need to protect our reputation.
$name1, I’m serious. I’ll talk to Sarah myself tomorrow. If she doesn’t listen, I’ll call the police and report her.”
$name1’s eyes widened at the mention of the police, and the room suddenly became stifling hot. She toyed with her glass, the ice cubes clinking against the sides, and felt her pulse quicken, flushed with ideas of retribution and desire.
She knew Marcus was one of the guys coming tonight, so she just said to $name2 she would tell Sarah, not to come by.
A pang of guilt and excitement coursed through her, but she forced a hasty smile and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a lingering kiss.
Leaving behind an uneasy silence, $name1 retreated into the insulated world of her clandestine rendezvous, determined to commence her illicit escapade.
Time ticked away, and shadows cloaked the hotel room as the golden late-summer sun dipped below the horizon. The knob turned, and the door creaked open, revealing the broad, muscular silhouette of Marcus.
$name1 stepped aside, allowing him to enter, as if they were two old friends reuniting after years apart.
$name1 said to Marcus, “I’ll do this session for free, if you promise to play along if my husband ever call you. You can’t tell him anything about this.” $name1’s voice was low and husky as she pulled him further into the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet snick of finality.
Marcus looked at her with a raised eyebrow, his pupils dilating as he took in her bare shoulders, the smooth curve of her breasts barely contained by the lacy fabric of her bra.
“What do you mean?” He asked, playing along with her desperate little game, her ignorant customer.
$name1 stepped closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper.
“$name2 thinks I’m out with Sarah, having drinks after work. I need you to play along if he ever calls the police on Sarah.I don’t want him to know what I’m really doing.”
Her confession hung heavily between them, and Marcus felt the weight of her deception. But he also recognized the intoxicating thrill of being part of something secret, something forbidden. Then he said, “no worries he doesn’t have case anyway, prostitution is legal here.”
Then he said, “but, whore, I need to cuff you to bed tonight also.” His words, deliberate, struck a nerve of excitement in $name1, and her breath hitched as his smoldering eyes roamed over her body, consuming her completely.
He held up a pair of handcuffs, dangling them in front of her glassy eyes, and she drew in a sharp breath, hunger and desire etched in every line of her being.
As soon as she was cuffed to the bed he asked, “whore, if I’m not going to tell your husband your real occupation, I want you to come over to my place next Saturday.
I have some friends coming over, and I have told them how good your pussy is, and how good you are to swallow cock, what do you say?” Marcus purred, trailing his fingertips over the curve of her waist, sending shivers of delight through her body.
His words, accompanied by a dirty smirk, burned in her ears. The idea of serving his primal needs tantalized her, and she felt her core tighten with desire.
“How many guys are we talking about? I have only been with one guy at the time,” $name1 murmured, her eyes glazing over as her inhibitions dissolved.
“Well, whore, I was thinking about inviting 10 guys over, tie you up and fuck you over and over again.” He said with a smirk smile on his face.
“You would also give head to all of them, no condoms, no protection.”
$name1 felt her throat constrict at his unsettling request, but an insatiable desire bubbled within her. She said, “I’ll think about it, but I’m not sure if I can do that.”
At this point she Marcus was ready to fuck her, but he surprised her with putting his cock in her mouth, while she was cuffed to the bed.
She tasted a slight muskiness of his cock, the veins on the underside stark against the sculpted head as he pushed deeper into her mouth.
$name1 couldn’t help but moan as he gripped her hair harder, pulling at her roots as he thrust his hips forward as if seeking salvation. He was fucking her mouth, and this time he wasn’t showing any mercy.
“Take this cock down your throat bitch, and tell me you are coming over to my house on Saturday to fuck all my friends.” Marcus grunted, as he forced his cock deeper into $name1’s mouth.
Spittle dripped down $name1’s chin as she struggled to breathe around his girth, her eyes watering with each savage thrust.
Marcus pulled out of her mouth, dragging a string of saliva with him. “You’re going to take their cocks like a good little whore, aren’t you?”
$name1’s heart thundered in her chest. She was aroused by his audacity, the depravity of her situation driving her wild.
$name1 nodded frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to regain her composure. “I’ll do it,” she stammered, her voice quivering in anticipation. Marcus smirked at her submission, her eager whore kneeling naked before him.
He barely had to move before $name1’s lips were wrapped around his length again, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. His fingers entangled themselves in her golden locks, yanking her head down onto him forcefully, eliciting a muffled cry from her.
He thrust his hips forth, plunging himself into the hollow cavern of her waiting mouth.
The obscenity of the act, the sheer dominance of it, set $name1’s heart racing and her core quivering with desire.
$name1 savored his masculine taste: the unmistakable saltiness of his sweat-slicked body, the subtle fruity tang of his pre-cum. She ran her tongue along the underside of his engorged head, teasing out a husky groan from him.
He tangled his hands further into her hair, pulling harshly at her roots as he pumped his hips relentlessly, pushing further into her throat. Spittle dripped from the corners of her mouth as she struggled for her own rhythm, gagging repeatedly as the pace escalated.
Marcus reveled in this newfound power over her, possessing the dirty little secret that could tear her world apart spilling from her trembling lips. His cock ached, throbbing with each deliberate pumping motion.
A pearlescent string of pre-cum stretched from his swollen tip before breaking away and landing on $name1’s upper lip. Marcus paused briefly to stroke her cheek with affection, before his fingers reverted to their previous vice-like grip on her hair.
“I knew you could be a good little whore,” he growled, already revelling in the thought of watching her helplessly pleasure his friends, fulfill a fantasy he’d never revealed to another soul, but so effortlessly awakened in this eager newcomer to the illicit experience of sexual deviance.
Marcus pulled roughly at her hair, as he was cuming down her throat, without pulling his cock out of her mouth. $name1 started to gag as the mouth was filled with cum.
Her throat convulsed in a desperate attempt to swallow the thick, hot fluid pouring down, but it was overwhelming her senses, filling her up and seeping out from the corners of her mouth.
Marcus closed his eyes in utter ecstasy. The increasing intensity of $name1’s muffled choking sounds pushing him further to the brink, relishing the image of the dainty American barely able to deal with the forceful invasion of his rock-hard German dick.
$name1’s green eyes opened wide and welled up with tears as she struggled to catch her breath. Her lips, swollen from constant contact, retained a faint glow from the passion of his previous thrusts.
Marcus cautiously released her hair and gently eased himself out. His cum dribbled out of her mouth, streaking down her chin, and falling on her perky breasts. His dick, still rock-hard and slick with her saliva, stuck to her face. The mere sight of her, so utterly diminished and degraded, sent a fresh wave of pleasure through him.
Marcus watched with unabashed satisfaction as $name1 coughed and spluttered, her throat contracting around the remnants of his orgasm, ensuring her compliance and obedience.
“Fuck, what a dirty little whore you are,” Marcus murmured, smearing a dollop of his own cum across $name1’s glossy lips. Strands of her golden hair still clung to his fingers, subtly reminding him of the very real bonds tethering her to this moment, and the influence she might yield over him in the future.
Marcus went to the bathroom to wash up, without removing the cuffs on $name1, as he came out $name1 asked, “please take the cuffs off me?” Marcus smirked at her before shaking his head with a grin. He knew she would be reluctant to come over on Saturday now, but it excited him further to know that he had a whore willing to do whatever he desired.
“No, whore, I still got 45 minutes of my time with you. I want to see what kind of slut I have at my disposal. I’m going to use your pussy also. Spread your legs for me.”
Marcus ordered as he approached the bed, examining her naked frame with a devilish grin.
$name1 complied, opening herself up for Marcus’ exploration. She laid there bound and degraded, questioning her own sanity and morality for a moment but accepted the circumstance she found herself in.
Marcus’ fingertips grazed her delicate skin, tracing an invisible pattern on her abdomen. His hand journeyed south, and his calloused thumb rubbed gentle circles around her clit, sending tremors throughout her body.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, arching her back as Marcus’ skilled fingers explored every inch of her. The exploration left her gasping for air, and with every masterful touch, $name1 could feel herself coming undone, melting into a pool of wanton desire.
Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, her pert nipples standing erect as Marcus examined them with a voracious gaze.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, leaning down to capture one between his teeth, pinching it gently and rolling it between his lips.
His other hand continued to work her clit, as waves of bliss washed over $name1.
She writhed beneath him, her pussy wet with need, teetering on the edge of orgasm. Marcus’ fingers explored the slickness of her opening, their roughness a welcome contrast to her supple skin.
He wasted no time, plunging his fingers deep into her, making $name1’s back arch off the bed, and she screamed out, her body shuddering with pleasure.
Her orgasm ripped through her like a tempestuous storm, tearing down every shred of resolve.
Her inner walls pulsed around his expert fingers, gripping him tightly as he continued his relentless assault. Marcus smirked, his own satisfaction surging at the thought of how she had completely surrendered herself to him.
Marcus removed his fingers, drawing a gasp of disappointment from $name1, whose body still tingled with aftershocks. And then she saw it: Marcus’ thick, engorged cock, eager and ready for her.
“Beg for it, you dirty little whore,” he sneered, grasping his shaft tightly.
$name1’s gaze darted toward his manhood, desire flaring as her mouth went dry. Gathering her courage, she pleaded, “Please, Marcus. Give me your cock. Let me feel every inch of you inside me. I need it. I crave it.”
Her explicit, filthy words dripped from her lips like honey on a sultry summer afternoon, stoking his desires hotter than ever before.
“Oh, yes, Marcus. Stretch me open with that fat cock of yours. I want to feel your hot, hard length fucking me,” $name1 breathed, biting her lip.
Marcus didn’t waste another second, brushing the head of his dick against her slick pussy lips, lubricated by her arousal. He slowly pressed into her, relishing the way the tight warmth of her pussy welcomed him in with every inch.
“Fuck, $name1, your starting to be a real good whore.” Marcus panted, letting out an animalistic groan as he buried himself to the hilt. Once $name1 had fully enveloped his hardness, he stilled, savoring the electric sensation surging through both their bodies.
$name1 cried out as he filled her completely, her body sweltering, and her clit pounding with each beat of her racing heart. She relished in the sense of shame brought upon her by this new depraved lifestyle. Then she suddenly felt he was on the edge of cumming.
“Cum inside of me, Markus. I want to feel you,” Fellow $name1’s rhythmic pleading complemented each powerful thrust Markus delivered.
With a guttural grunt, Markus obeyed, spurting his essence onto her insides. Her pussy tightened at the hot flood, pulling his cock deeper in waves of bliss. Fellow $name1 sighed, relaxing her muscles as she savored the feeling of his withdrawal.
Markus withdrew from her, allowing soft sighs of gratitude to fill the air as he did.
He smiled, catching his breath as he admired the way $name1 laid there with a glazed, sated expression.
“You’re one hell of a whore, $name1,” he praised, his voice thick with satisfaction.
She grinned, a flush creeping over her cheeks at the compliment. “Well, and remember, this time was for free.” Marcus tilted his head, a brow raised in amusement— half a good Samaritan, half a devil.
$name1 chewed on her lip, half in shyness, half in anticipation, “Markus, I’ll do it, I’m going to come to your party on Saturday, I just got to come up with an excuse for my hubby.” “Fantastic! I’ll make sure those guys are prepared to meet a true goddess, a real whore” Markus assured $name1, while turning over their sexcapades in his head.
Marcus left the room, while $name1 stayed, and washed herself up, she still had two clients that evening.
She had just had the last client, when $name2 called her, “I’ve been at the hotel, and the front door was locked again, where the fuck are you?” She froze at the sound of $name2’s stern voice. She stammered as she tried to concoct a lie on the fly.
“Uh, shit, sorry babe. I and Sarah was just in the store buying some things for the hotel, I’m there now.” $name1 said, trying to act like nothing was going on.
“Why are you lying honey, I’m standing in the reception, I locked my self in, and you are nowhere to be seen. As long as I’ve been here, only three guys have left. Where are you?” $name2 sighed, his frustration momentarily dissipating.
$name1 didn’t know how to come out of the situation, she was in one of the rooms, where she just have had three clients who had fucked really good, and now her husband was standing in the reception waiting for her.
She had to come up with something soon; otherwise, her secret life would be exposed.
She took a deep breath, walked out to the reception praying she could pull off her lie. “$name2, I was in the storage room at the back of the hotel. I just wanted to see if there was something we could use.” She said, anxiously tapping her fingers against the wooden table.
$name2 walked over and kissed her, believing everything she said.
Although, something didn’t feel quite right to him, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Meanwhile, $name1’s thoughts raced.
She had just pulled off a near-disastrous lie. However, the anxiety of proudlyupholding her secret lifestyle commenced to consume her. After all, the actual truth would certainly leave$name2 devastated and crushed – if he ever discovered her illicit rendezvous.
Overwhelmed by this newfound panic, she excused herself to the washroom.
$name2, none the wiser, checked his phone while he waited. $name1 splashed cool water onto her face, the chill bringing her back to reality.
Quickly, she checked her reflection in the mirror. The guilt she felt was evident in her reddened cheeks and glassy eyes. Thankfully, her attire remained largely unaffected by her trysts – for now, she had managed to avoid suspicion.
Catching her breath, she rejoined $name2, apologizing for her lengthy absence. They spent the evening together, sharing an intimate dinner and reminiscing on their past experiences as a couple.
$name2′ voice rose and rolled in an angry crescendo, piercing the air in their so-called marital sanctuary — the once comfortably sterile, off-white hotel room that bore the nondescript characteristics of temporary solace for weary souls skirting the precipice of the world’s edge.
The dim room — draped in the shadowed twilight so reminiscent of $name1’s illicit dealings — seemed to close in on her as $name2 delivered his unsettling news.
Inwardly, she cringed, outwardly feigning concern, “The travel agency? What do you mean, sweetheart?” She managed to ask, training her baby-blues on her trustworthy husband.
“We got to stop all the fucking whores to use our hotel, we just lost the agency, because they had read customer reviews how good all the prostitute staying at our hotel is.” $name2 spat out in anger.
A hush fell in the room as $name1 stood there motionless, just listening to her husband’s harsh words. This situation wasn’t optimal, but she couldn’t help but smile ever so slightly at the irony of the matter, given the situation she found herself in.
“I know, darling, it’s a tough hit, but we’ll get through it, we always do.”
We’ll just have to figure out another angle or another business partnership.” $name1 soothingly replied, as she took a few steps towards $name2, wanting to both alleviate his fears and steer the conversation in a safer direction.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and Jinatra’s gentle melody drifted to a stop on the record player in a sig of positivity, as if to underscore her words.
“I want to focus on bringing more families or tourists to our hotel, honey. But reading these reviews, it sounds like we are selling sex. Damn it.” $name2 said, pretty frustrated.
Then he said, “Sorry honey, I’m working the reception Saturday night, I need to see if I can stop the damn whores coming. I know it your job, but let me try for one night babe.”
$name1 had to contain herself, almost laughing, she didn’t need to come up with anything for Saturday night, when she was going to Marcus, $name2 had done it for her, unknowingly.
“That’s fine, sweetheart.” $name1 whispered, nibbling on $name2′ earlobe as she spoke, “You take care of the front desk on Saturday and I’ll take care of the rest of the week.”
She snaked her hand down $name2′ torso towards the growing bulge in his pants, giving it a good squeeze, smile on her face with this secret she held inside.
$name2 let out a soft groan, his worries momentarily forgotten, a testament to her seductive prowess.
“Not now honey, I have to send some emails to other agencies, try to convince them, that we don’t allow prostitutes.”
$name2 stammered, trying to form a coherent answer, but faltered under her touch.
$name1 smirked, and slowly let go of him. She backed away, her swaying hips speaking volumes as she made her way to the plush chair in the corner of the room.
Saturday afternoon, right after $name2 had left, going to the hotel for work, $name1 put on some sexy underwear, nice tight black dress, high heels, and make up.
She took an extra long shower, took an extra long time with her hair, and she was wondering where her life had taken her to. How was it that she had ended up here, charming and manipulating her own husband?
$name1 didn’t have time for second-guessing. She reached for her purse, stopping by the mirror to double check her reflection. Her long, golden locks flowed over her shoulders, her green eyes glistening.
Little worried what would happen at Marcus place, but she had promised she would be there.
She rang the doorbell at Marcus place, and she could feel her heart beating fast.
She felt her breath quickening, her nerves on edge.
Marcus opened the door and greeted her with a kiss, as his hands roamed her body. He slipped his fingers under her dress, making contact with the skin of her thighs. Her breath hitched.
“You look good enough to eat” he murmured, his breath hot against her lips. He pulled her inside.
“Guys, our whore is here.” Marcus’ voice grated through the dark, as he pulled $name1 into the dimly lit living room, still groping her body like a fucked-up predator, and she could feel her stomach clench in revulsion.
As she walked in the living room, she counted twelve guys, some of them coworkers of Marcus, other cops, and some guys she had never seen before.
She knew lust when she saw it plain in their eyes, their eyes fixed on her seductive shape and luminous skin.
She swallowed hard but pasted a practiced smile on her face. She had to play her part, the whore she had become in order to make some extra money in this foreign country.
“I thought there would be 10 guys.” $name1 purred, trying to sound confident. Her voice, low and husky, suggested that she didn’t want to play the scared victim, the whore who’d be taken advantage of.
Instead, she gave off the vibe that she was in control, that she was calling the shots in this game of pleasure and domination.
But that didn’t last for long, three guys walked up to her, while another said, “let’s tie this whore to the table.”
$name1 felt her heart race, and her shots went up as the men came towards her, cheering and leering at her, with a raw hunger in their eyes. Before she knew what was happening, her arms were tied. Fear and adrenaline coursed through her veins as she struggled against their grip.
“Let’s see how much of a whore she really is.” One of them jeered, as they tied her to the table, spreading her legs wide open. Her dress was just pulled upward, so it was just hanging around her waist, while they ripped her panties off.
$name1’s heart pounded faster and faster in her chest as she realized how powerless she was in this moment.
As one of them pushed his fingers inside of her, she gasped, unable to contain herself despite her desperate situation. The feeling of invasion was both terrifying and exciting at the same time. She couldn’t deny the rush she got from being used in such a way.
It wasn’t long before the first one of them began to undress, his hands shaking in anticipation as he exposed his hard, throbbing cock to her.
$name1’s heart raced, her breath hitching in her chest as she stared at the massive appendage, wondering what it would feel like to have it inside of her.
One of them, slightly more muscular than the others, climbed on top of her, pulling her legs around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance.
She felt the tip of his cock brush against her, causing her to gasp and moan in pleasure, her body reacting instinctively to the sensation.
He thrust forward, burying himself inside of her, causing $name1 to cry out in ecstasy.
Her back arched off the table, her fingers clenching into fists as she surrendered to the feeling of pure pleasure coursing through her veins.
The man began to fuck her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass with every powerful thrust. $name1’s mind was reeling, her eyes rolling back in her head as she succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.
“Fuck, yes! Take it, whore!” He grunted, his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed himself into her.
His cock twitched inside of her, growing impossibly hard as he neared climax.
$name1’s own orgasm was building inside of her, her muscles clenching around him as she felt herself spiraling out of control.
She cried out in pleasure, her voice hoarse as she begged for more.
She didn’t care what these men called her, she didn’t care what they did to her. She just wanted to feel this pleasure, this release.
And as the man continued to fuck her, $name1’s orgasm continued to build, her muscles clenching around him as she felt herself spiraling out of control.
“Fuck, yes! That’s it, whore! Come all over my cock!” The man grunted, his hips punching forward as he drove himself deeper into $name1’s willing body.
With a final, powerful thrust, the man buried himself to the hilt inside of $name1, holding himself there as his cock twitched and pulsed, filling her with his hot, sticky load.
$name1 cried out again, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave as she felt the man’s warmth filling her.
As the man pulled out of $name1, another took his place, roughly pushing her legs apart and plunging his own cock deep inside of her, causing her to gasp and moan in pleasure once again.
“Oh, god, yes!” $name1 cried out, her voice hoarse and strained as she surrendered herself to the onslaught of pleasure from the third and fourth men.
Their thrusts were rough, almost animalistic, their hands gripping tightly to her hips as they used her in a raw and primal display of desire.
With each thrust, $name1 could feel herself slipping deeper and deeper into subspace, losing herself in the overwhelming sensations of pleasure that coursed through her body.
The pain was a small price to pay for the intense pleasure that washed over her, obliterating all rational thought and leaving only sensation in its wake.
$name1 was lost in a sea of ecstasy, her body trembling and writhing against her restraints as she surrendered herself completely to the carnal desires that consumed her.
The men surrounding her were insatiable, their movements becoming increasingly frenzied as they neared their own release. Each one took their turn, thrusting their cocks deep inside of $name1’s soaking wet pussy, using her body for their own selfish pleasure.
And $name1 reveled in it. The feeling of being desired, of being used, was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
The guys laughed everytime one of the guys shoot his load inside her, “holly shit, this slut can hold alot of cum.” said one of the guy, while spanking $name1’s ass cheek.
Her eyes rolled back as she felt another orgasm building inside her. She was already so sensitive from the previous orgasms, that every touch, every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body.
$name1’s mind was a blur of pleasure and pain, her body trembling against its restraints as the men around her continued their relentless assault.
Another man, this one with a thick, curved cock, thrust deep inside her.
She felt herself stretch around him, her inner walls gripping him tightly as he began to fuck her with a rough, primal intensity.
“Fuck, you’re so tight!” He grunted, his fingers digging into her hips as he drove himself deeper inside of her.
$name1 moaned in pleasure, her voice hoarse and strained from the hours of screams and moans that had already escaped her lips.
The man’s thrusts became faster and more intense, his cock hitting her cervix with each powerful thrust. She didn’t mind he was slapping her ass harder and harder, and laughed when the guy next to him grabbed her breasts, using them as handles while he plowed into her, relentlessly.
“You like that, don’t you, you dirty little slut.” The man grunted, sneering down at her as he fucked her with a raw, primal intensity.
$name1 could only moan in response, her mind consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. She was a vessel, a conduit for the men’s pleasure, and she reveled in it.
After a while they untied her hands, and put a dog collar on her, leash and all. The men took turns dragging her around, using her mouth as a receptacle for their cocks.
$name1 felt humiliated, but also incredibly turned on. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she found herself wanting more.
She choked and gagged as yet another cock was shoved down her throat, her eyes watering as the man face-fucked her with a ferocity that left her breathless.
His rough hands gripped her head, holding her in place as he thrust himself in and out of her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin with every forceful plunge.
“Suck it, bitch!” He grunted, his hips bucking wildly as he pistoned himself in and out of her mouth.
$name1’s fingers clenched tightly around the leash that bound her, her eyes rolling back in her head as she struggled to breathe. Her mind swam with mingled pleasure and discomfort, her body trembling with need as her own arousal mounted.
The man’s thrusts grew erratic, hips bucking wildly as he emptied himself into her, the hot jets of his release filling her already overflowing sex.
$name1 gasped for breath, her mouth opening wide in a silent, wordless cry as her own orgasm tore through her like a freight train.
She could feel his cum running down her chin, but before she could say anything, another guy pushed his cock in her mouth, and at the same time one guy fucked her from behind.
The feeling was surreal, almost out-of-body as $name1 was being used and filled from both ends.
Her moans and sloppy noises filled the room, mingling with filthy language from several guys, some encouraging her, others taunting her.
The raw intensity of these group encounters made her body tingle and respond in ways she didn’t know it could.
She noticed some of the guys filming her with their mobile phones, and she started to think what would happen if $name2 ever saw it.
She felt a mixture of fear, shame, and devious excitement wash over her as she surrendered to the sensation of these men using her, both physically and digitally.
The men around her were insatiable, their movements becoming increasingly frenzied as they neared their own release.
The feeling of being desired by so many, of being used, was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
“We got to mark this whore, give her some hickeys or something.
Something to remember us by.” One of them suggested, his voice grating through the dark.
$name1’s eyes widened in horror as she felt the man’s lips press against her neck, his teeth sinking into her tender flesh. She whimpered in pain, her body trembling as he marked her, branding his territory like a dog marking a tree.
She could feel the heat radiating from his mouth, the feel of his tongue as it laved over the tender flesh. She closed her eyes, her mind reeling as memories of $name2 flooded her thoughts.
Then she felt guys sucking hard on her breast, making hickeys, marking the whore.
Their fingers dug deep into the softness of her skin, leaving red marks and bruises.
One man pulled her hair, forcing her head back, his hot breath caressing her ear, as he whispered, “You like that, you dirty slut? You like being our little whore?”
She didn’t answer, just moaned and writhed, as the man rammed his cock deeper inside her, his hips slapping against her inner thighs.
The combination of hard fingers digging into her skin, biting hickeys, and forceful thrusts, pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm tore through her with an intensity that left her breathless and weak.
As the man pulled out, cum dribbled down her thighs, leaving a trail in its wake.
Her body was slick with sweat, her makeup smeared, and her skin adorned with hickeys and red marks.
“You were made for this, you’re a natural, you’re my favorite little whore.” Marcus whispered into her ear, before he said, “we are giving you a little break bitch, but $name1 lay there, her body spent and her mind reeling, as the weight of what had just happened came crashing down around her.
She had never felt so utterly used, so completely at the mercy of others. But at the same time, she had never felt so alive.
The men around her laughed and joked, their words a blur of incoherent noise, as they discussed who would go next. $name1 closed her eyes, her breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps.
She could feel her heart racing in her chest, the faint tinge of panic creeping in as she realized that this was far from over.
Then she felt a cock pushing towards her ass, she tried to tense up, but before she knew it, she felt the head of it pressing against her tight entrance.
“No, wait!” She cried, her voice strained and high-pitched, a desperate plea lingering in the air.
But her body was already spent, her mind lost in the whirlwind of pleasure and pain that had consumed her for hours.
The man behind her didn’t listen, instead, he pushed forward, breaching her tight ring of muscle and causing her to scream out in pain.
$name1’s eyes squeezed shut as the man buried himself inside of her, her body tensing as she felt herself stretch around him.
The man grunted, his fingers digging into her hips as he began to thrust himself in and out of her virgin ass.
$name1’s breath hitched in her throat, her body trembling as she felt the overwhelming sensation of her ass being filled, and after a little while it felt good.
The man behind her continued to fuck her with a relentless, determined pace, his hips snapping forward as he drove himself deeper inside of her.
$name1’s mind reeled, her thoughts a chaotic whirl of pleasure and pain. She didn’t know how much more she could take, but at the same time, she didn’t want it to end.
She could feel another orgasm building inside of her, the sensation like a slow burn that spread from her core, radiating outward until it consumed her entire body.
Then at the same time, she saw another guy position himself, ready to fuck her pussy at the same time. $name1 couldn’t believe what was happening.
$name1 was going to be double penetrated.
Fear and excitement washed over her as the guys pushed forward, their cocks penetrating both her tight holes simultaneously.
$name1 screamed out in pain as her body was filled to the brim, the two cocks stretching her to her limits.
The guys didn’t give her time to adjust, they began to fuck her in a fast, relentless rhythm, their balls slapping against her skin with every thrust.
$name1’s screams of pain turned into gasps of pleasure as her body adjusted to the alto sensation of two cocks inside of her. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, pain, and lust.
She writhed and bucked against her captors, her body moving in time with their thrusts as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensation of being so utterly filled.
“Fuck, you feel good.” The man behind her growled, his breath hot against her ear as he drove himself deeper inside of her.
“You like that, don’t you? You like being our little whore. Taking two cocks at once.”
$name1 couldn’t speak, she could only moan and writhe as the men filled her to the brim, their hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm that left her breathless and gasping.
She could feel herself spiraling out of control, her body moving of its own accord, so lost in the sensation of being filled by these men.
They continued to use her like a toy, a lifeless object meant to satisfy their every desire. Her body was battered, bruised and filled with cum.
$name1 was now in a trance-like state, her thoughts consumed by the constant pounding of their hips, their grips tight on her body, and the sloppy sounds of sex between three people.
The man behind her grunted, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside her, breeding her. The warmth and wetness of his release only furthered her pleasure, her orgasm reaching new heights.
They kept pounding $name1 for several hours, using her as a sex doll, and they used her black dress to wipe cum off her, something she didn’t realized before they were done.
As she got dressed, she couldn’t believe how cum drenched her clothes was, and she hadn’t brought any other clothes, so she had to go home like this.
The guys laughed and joked as they watched her, their words a mix of crude jokes and sleazy comments.
$name1’s head was spinning, as she tried to comprehend the last few hours. She had been used by multiple men, treated like a piece of meat, and now she had to go back to her normal life, hoping that her husband would never find out about her secret.
She stumbled out of the house, the cold night air hitting her like a slap to the face. She felt numb, both physically and emotionally.
Every thrust, every touch, and every moan had left her feeling raw, vulnerable, and utterly destroyed – yet, it was an odd sense of satisfaction and excitement that coursed through her veins, along with the shame.
The bitter chill of the wind stung the red hickeys and love entertainer bites on her chest, throat, and wrists as she crossed the empty parking lot. Every cobblestone street reminded her of what she had become in Germany.
Her body ached, and she could still feel the hot pulse of the men inside her.
As she put the key in the door at home, she was begging to higher power, that $name2 hadn’t come home yet, this time there was nothing she could do to hide it.
As she pushed the door open, she heard footsteps coming towards her, from the living room. “Hi honey, what have you…. What the fuck…have you been doing? Jesus Christ, you look….
like you’ve been fucked and used like a whore.” $name2′ words hung heavy in the air, his eyes raking over $name1’s disheveled form with a stunned expression.
$name1 felt her heart drop into her stomach, shame washing over her as she took in his disapproving expression.
She tried to push past him, to make her way to the bathroom and clean herself up before he had a chance to truly see the extent of her debasement.
“Wait, what the hell is going on here?” $name2 demanded, his voice rising as he followed her down the hallway.
$name1’s heart raced, panic flooding her veins as she realized that she had been caught. She couldn’t deny it, there was no way to explain away the state of her appearance and the smell of sex that clung to her skin.
$name1 turned to face him, her eyes dropping to the floor as she tried to come up with an excuse, any excuse, to explain why she was covered in cum, with bruises and hickeys adorning her body.
“I…uh…I can explain.” She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
$name2′ expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m waiting.”
$name1 took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts as she tried to come up with a believable lie. “I…I.. I’m sorry honey.”she knew there was no point of lying.
$name2, her trusting and naive husband, stood before her, a mix of hurt, anger, and confusion etched on his handsome face. She watched as he ran his fingers through his short brown hair, his usually bright blue eyes now clouded over with disappointment.
‘I-I can’t believe this,’ $name2 stuttered, his voice thick with emotion. ‘After everything we’ve been through together, you do this behind my back? How many guys have you fucked? It looks like you have cum from more than one man on you.” $name2 said, looking at his wife with a mix of disgust and confusion.
$name1 could feel her cheeks flush with shame. She had never wanted him to find out like this.
“Yes, I…that is, I slept with someone.” She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
$name2 swallowed hard, his face a mask of shock and hurt. “Who?” he croaked.
$name1 took a deep breath, knowing there was no way to sugarcoat it. “Tn-t-twelve.” She murmured, her voice barely audible.
“Twelve?! Are you fucking kidding me, $name1? How could you do this to us?” $name2′ voice was shaking with anger and hurt as he struggled to process what his wife was telling him.
“I’m sorry, $name2. How do you think we have made so much money, at hotel,” $name1 pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
But $name2 was having none of it. He had always seen $name1 as strong, independent, and adventurous, but he never imagined she would resort to this kind of behavior.
“Are you telling me that you have been selling sex? Are you a whore?”
$name1 couldn’t meet his gaze, shame washing over her as she shrank under his angry words. “No, $name2, it’s not like that,” she said, her voice small and defeated.
“Then what is it like, $name1? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’ve been spreading your legs for any man who’s willing to pay you.” $name2′ words were like a knife, cutting deep into $name1’s heart.
“How much did you earn tonight then, fucking twelve guys?” $name2′ voice was cold and hard, his eyes full of anger and betrayal.
$name1’s heart broke a little more with every word he spoke. But at the same time she realized she had forgotten to get paid, by Marcus, and all his friends. She stuttered and looked at the floor, before glancing back up at him. “Actually, I forgot to get paid,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
$name2′ eyes blazed with anger, his hands clenching into fists at his side. “So you’re telling me that not only have you been whoring yourself out, but you forget to get paid.”
$name1 flinched, her heart hammering in her chest as she felt the weight of her husband’s anger bearing down upon her.
She had never seen him like this before, and it scared her.
But even in the face of $name2′ outrage, she couldn’t deny the thrill that surged through her veins.
The illicit thrill of being caught, the danger of it all, favored her, even if it was a fleeting moment.
It was perverse, and wrong, but it was the truth.
“I…I’m sorry, $name2. Are you going to divorce me?” She stammered out, her voice trembling.
The tears flowed freely now, down her cheeks and onto her disheveled, cum-stained dress.
$name2 stared at her, speechless for a moment. The realization of what she had just admitted slowly sunk in, and with it, a wave of anger and disgust.
He had always thought of $name1 as his partner, his equal. But now, she had revealed that she had been selling her body to strangers for money. The thought of her, naked and vulnerable, taking multiple cocks inside her at once, was something different, and dirty.
$name1 said, “I’ll do anything for you honey, I love you, please don’t divorce me.” She practically begged, falling to her knees in front of him, tears streaming down her face.
$name2 looked down at her, his anger subsiding slightly at the sight of her tears. He loved her, but he couldn’t ignore what she had done.
With a cold voice, and something like an evil smile he said, “you fucking whore, you promise you will do anything for me, if I don’t divorce you?”
$name2 said, looking down at his wife with a mixture of anger, disgust and reluctant excitement.
$name1’s heart raced as she looked up at her husband, her eyes pleading with him to understand. “Yes, I’ll do anything for you, just please, don’t leave me.” Her voice trembled as she spoke, tears streaming down her face.
$name2′ mind raged with conflicting emotions.
Then he said, “I want to get myself a sexy sweetheart that I can fuck. Then we change the hotel to a brothel, and you are going to be available for every one, anytime, to fuck. But to make our brothel better than all others, we will have a live feed on the internet, everytime you have a client”.
$name2 spoke with a sinister excitement in his voice.
$name1 felt shocked at first, at the sudden change of events. But soon, the idea of being watched by strangers as she fucked, turned her on. The thought made her pussy wet, and her breath caught in her throat. The possibility of pleasing an unseen audience, and the thrill of it all, was too much for her to resist.
“I-I agree.” She said in a hushed tone, barely managing to stifle back her excitement.
$name2 smirked at her, his eyes shining with a darker hunger.
The hotel bar sat nestled among oakwood paneled walls, its vintage photographs from German towns a reminder of the past that now flourished under $name1 and $name2′ management.
The room bore corners that had gallantly served glasses of fine ale and inspired intimate conversations between strangers before time gave way to a new era. Now, as night crept in, the place transcended from friendly gathering spot into an ambiance of slowly burning sensuality.
The bar lights dimmed low, allowing a fading sunlight to filter through tall, stained glass windows and cast whimsical shapes on the floor.
$name1 sat at the bar with her legs crossed, tracing a finger around the rim of her whisky glass. She had strategically chosen a lone seat at the end of the counter, far from other patrons.
With a purposeful glance, she scanned the room while twirling a strand of golden hair between her fingers, the weight of the heavy secret she carried heavy upon her.
She watched a couple lean into each other, laughing at some shared joke while their hands wandered across tables and thighs without a care, and her mind began to wander to a more sinister place.
The dark corners of her and $name2′ hotel were no strangers to such illicit encounters.
“Isn’t that right, you little slut?” a voice behind her erupted, prying her thoughts from the brink of depravity.
She looked into the mirror behind the bar and saw $name2′ disheveled, post-work appearance.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, swinging on the barstool next to her.
$name1 stiffened nervously, not wanting to reveal the details of her newfound world. Like a Band-Aid, she decided to tear it off quickly. “I’ve been finding time for extra clients,” she stated with a shrug.
An undercurrent of defiance rippled through her voice.
“Extra clients?” His brows knitted together, puzzled. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
$name1 turned to face him, locking her eyes on his. She took a deep breath and ran her tongue over her bottom lip, a final, desperate attempt to stall before she’d be dragged into the grim details of her double life. Her eyes searched his for any sign of understanding, or perhaps disappointment, but she found none.
“I got a group of foreigners that I have promised that they can have you for 24 hours, and I told them they could do whatever they want with you.” $name2 said to $name1 through gritted teeth, his words now a forcing whisper. The air around them was suddenly heavy and suffocating.
$name1’s heart raced, knowing what was about to happen. She watched as $name2’ facade of trust and naivety slipped away, only to be replaced by something darker and desiring. She swallowed hard, but her defiance somehow managed to hold its ground, even as she felt his hands grip her waist possessively.
“Go and get ready, they are in room six, you dirty little slut?” $name2 growled roughly, his mouth inches from hers.
“Room six, now.”
His grip tightened as he practically dragged her out of the bar, each yank urging her further along the path into an uncertain degradation. Upstairs, the opulent hallway warned of the decadent sexcapades that awaited her.
Each door had held $name1’s secrets, proudly showcasing them in a sordid dance of lust and power.
Upon reaching room six, the door flung open violently.
$name1, her body tense, braced herself for the horde of men that emerged from the dimly lit room. As she looked into their hungry eyes, her heart plummeted to sickening depths.
“Please, $name2,” she murmured, trying to wriggle herself free. “What are you going to do honey”.
Her voice of reason fell on deaf ears. Already he pushed her through the entrance, into the midst of a room filled with the noxious odor of men who had been waiting for their prey.
$name2 laughed, “I’m going to Allison tonight, you know that I’m not fucking whores like you. Now make our guest happy.” $name2 said coldly, before slamming the hotel room door and leaving her alone with eight strange men.
Shock jolted through $name1’s veins, numbing her body and causing a lump to lodge in her throat. She stood there, frozen, until one of them reached out and grabbed her chin. She looked up into the face of an unfamiliar man, any semblance of humanity long snuffed out by the sinister darkness that danced in his eyes.
As the men started undressing her, she couldn’t help wondering how she had come to this. Her own husband wouldn’t have sex with her, and he kept sending her to rooms with groups of men fucking her, and use her as they wanted.
$name1 closed her eyes and tried to imagine $name2 instead. His strong hands holding her close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. But it was a futile effort.
The first man, a burly, bearded man, wrenched her blouse open, buttons popping off and flying in every direction. He gripped her breasts possessively and squeezed mercilessly.
Her nipples hardened under his rough abuse, and she couldn’t help but feel a spark of arousal.
She bit her lip as she had done in countless other rooms, where men pawed at her with the fervor of the starving, consuming her without hesitation.
This may not have been the romance she craved, but it was the depravity she had come to know quite well.
Another man took advantage of the sight before him, grasping her head and cramming her mouth full of his cock. His thick shaft gagged her as she struggled to please him while the other men looked on.
The bearded man seized the opportunity to fondle between her legs, feeling her dampness seeping through her lace panties, the last thread of her dignity unraveling.
The man holding her head abruptly pulled out, stroking his slick dick while leering at her body. He grunted, “You’re a fucking mess, you know that?” Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the wetness he left on her cheek.
Another man replaced him, shoving his cock into her mouth with glistening eagerness.
$name1 had become a real whore, just a piece of meat, for guys to use. She knew everytime she got fucked, the whole thing went online, and it didn’t take long before men all over Germany came to fuck her.
Two months in, and $name2 booked her for gangbangs two or three times a day.
It wasn’t a secret life $name1 lived any longer, she was becoming a famous whore.
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