I always got a little carried away, I couldn’t help myself really, I think I enjoyed it more than most of the other girls. Most nights were smooth, although I had a few bad experiences with some asshole deadbeats and some touchy feely types, “no touching” First rule right before you signed in. Well, no touching unless you wanna pay extra for a private session downstairs. I always considered going down there, with the rate tripled, and after hearing the other girls stories, it tempted many fantasies on what I’d wanna try. I wasn’t so interested in the private rooms, a little too intimate fetish for my liking, but they had gloryhole booths which stirred something in me that I don’t like to admit. It was dirty, guy after guy, and you had all the control. Eventually I gave in and they scheduled me for my first night downstairs. The lights were dark down there, all a neon purple. I was paired with another girl, usually they do two per booth. She was more than just a little friendly, she got me out of my comfort zone real quick and by the end of that night my face was dripping wet, and under all that cum that I’d generously received was a dirty smile that wouldn’t wash away until the morning after. Two weeks in and teen I had only really played around with my mouth, and I could have been content with the compliments and tips I was getting on top of my earnings, yet I wanted to go a little further. I wanted to feel my pussy get fucked by a total stranger, the thought really turned me on and I was determined tonight was the night I’d let it happen. I started a little later that night, took my time in the powder room before my scheduled shift. Overheard one of the girls excitement about how the club received a reservation for a birthday party of twelve tonight, and everyone started giggling at who was gonna be the lucky two to end up servicing their booth. All kinds of ideas flushed to my head, but I quickly laughed at the thought as it was only a 5% chance from 20 booths. Not to say I was super turned on by the idea even if I didn’t happen. By the time I had my asian lipstick on my spot was up. They handed me my number and I headed downstairs to my booth. Just before I opened the door, out came one of the new girls, nearly knocking me over as she clenched her stomach and ran down the hallway to the nearest washroom. Poor girl, happened at least once a week, not every girl liked the taste, but I did, ...I loved it. I stood for a massage second as I realised I was entering a empty room that japanese I had all to myself. I thought I could manage it more or less and hey, I’d make double the tips, make it look like two girls hahaha. Closed the door and hung up my panties, sat down on my chair for what felt like 15 minutes, I was growing a little impatient, it wasn’t like it to be this incredibly slow. Maybe the manager forgot to schedu-- Suddenly a loud knock on my door came a voice that yelled “Hey, ready up ladies, you have the birthday party!”. I know you have seen tits before. The previous afternoon, fetish an army of beasts had left the city to go on another raid, following a train and convoy of buses towards the city of Bangor in the north. Con scowled, still needled. She wrapped her tiny hand around the base of asian my cock and tugged at it haphazardly while Mom sucked on the head. Grandma's pussy was leaking Daddy's cum. Jerry couldn’t believe what a stunning woman his cousin Heather had grown into. Do you want some more?” These key words made her suck him deeper japanese as Jason pulled on her choker and drove in hard. “No apology is necessary,” Chin-sun said. Stars rippled across my vision. I want to make you proud of me. I love you David, with all my heart. I was teen no exception. “What now?” I asked. "Yes, mistress, I mean Miss Carrie, I will do as ordered." Time seemed to stand still as I felt my erection grow and she purred above me like a cat that has got its prey. Sonja pouted and gave in, regurgitating a slimy, fragmented mess into the drain. I went balls deep and held myself there until I was spent, playing gently with her many piercings as she made a final climax herself. ‘Ungrateful bitch didn’t even come to say thanks!’ is all you hear the woman say as the voices fade towards the house. So, she sat, and she did her job, and tried to pretend that she hadn't just been made to discuss her sexual history with her boss. No words were said. Don't you know her?" John said "ok." Becky said, "tell Mike it's ok." John turned his head toward massage me and said "sOK, Mike." I rocked forward just enough to make the head lodged inside my opening pull on me a bit, then, gritting my teeth, I relaxed my hole, pushed hard like I was taking a shit, and rocked my body backwards as hard as I could.