It was a sweltering summer evening and you were eager to return home after a long day at work and take a cold shower, tugging at your collar in discomfort.

Turning the corner down the street, a sudden chill runs down your spine at the sight of the lone wanderer approaching from the other end, dressed in dapper attire with an appraising eye already locked onto you, his right hand fiddling with something in his pocket. Thinking nothing of it, you shuffle by, hoping he wasn't going to instantly shank you with a rusty knife.

"What's the rush? Got somewhere better to be?"

Instead of ignoring him, you shake your head to the negative, finding yourself compelled to face the stranger, turning toward him as he crosses the short distance toward you, sniffing the air like a creep.

"As expected of a fine beauty, out on important business tonight?"

Fingering your purse in embarrassment while tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears, you sheepishly tell the man that you're on your way home, fidgeting as a warm tingle spreads in your bosom. You weren't good with compliments from handsome men after all.

"I think not…a young gal like you outside this late at night with nary a bag? No, I think you're hurting for a good time, aren’t I right you minx?"

You wanted to slap him for suggesting such a thing, but as a sharp tingle runs up the walls of your moist innards and the cool evening air graces the sensitive skin of a voluptuous body clad under a skimpy girl's school uniform, you couldn’t help but let loose a raunchy giggle, fingering your lips as you eye the mysterious stud, asking him how he figured you out as you press your breasts up against him, feeling his hands brush through your silky mane of raven black hair to cradle your ass, fingers digging deep into a meaty derriere.

“My dear, with amazing hips like yours and a chest that big, how do you think those clothes of yours will ever hope to cover anything up? Not to mention this flimsy thing you call a bra, I bet you’ve barely got anything down below, you wanton slut…”

Despite the pretense you put on, the constant expulsion of slick juices dripping from your hungry snatch says otherwise; staining your thong clean through as excess runoff trails down thickened thighs. But with how the man’s eager hands were beginning to probe and jab into your pussy, could you really be blamed for it?

With your prey for tonight secured around your hips, you walk back with him to your apartment, loving the piercing gaze of strangers as you walk hand in hand with your man, knowing full well your lust was on full display for everyone to see. But your gaze lingers on a banking firm for a moment as you pass, wondering why it felt familiar to you.

“Keep your eyes on me girl, you’re all mine tonight…”

Giggling while poking fun at him for being jealous over your sugar daddies over at the rich people building, he silences you as he turns the corner, pulling you along with two fingers stuck firmly up your snatch, a thumb to 'encourage' cooperation flicking away at your tingling clit.

"Be a good girl tonight, and I'll reward you plenty…"

By the time you enter the showers in the seedy brothel that was your home, you couldn't wait to feel the customer's girthy dick pounding away at your insides after how roughly he had fingered you all the way here. And he hadn't even paid yet!

But as the door slides open behind you and you glimpse his powerful body glistening in the light with an imposing spear probing against your sputtering vulva, all thoughts fade away as you give in to the call to procreate, screaming as he pushes your buxom figure against the wall while ravishing your everything. Running his hands all over you; pinching a nipple, scouring your toned navel, playing with your tongue, until the two of you reach climax with a white hot spray of baby batter coating your insides while your back arches, letting loose a strong jet of cum from your urethra.

The night was still young however, and as you feel his pecker begin to pulse and twitch within your vagina, you lean over to kiss him on the lips as he tugs at your hair. None the wiser to what the dastardly being currently sliding his tongue down your throat had taken from you. Pulling away as you raise a curvy leg high in the air, feeling a harsh grip grab hold of your thighs with a satisfying squelch resounding from his member inching deeper into you, knocking against the entrance to your womb. It felt so wrong to have a complete stranger inside you, yet the gratification outweighed it tenfold. But what was so wrong about it? For as far as you could recall; Prostitution had been your calling and it was all you were ever good at.

Staring into his serpentine eyes that seemed to draw you in, you no longer cared about that nagging ache at the back of your mind, growling like a cougar as you cradle his chin in your dexterous hands, moaning as he pulls harder, jerking your neck back into a seductive arch…

"Ready for round two stud?"