Its the year 1912. My name is May, baptised Mary, but other children made fun of that name and I changed it myself to May. being born in 1893 means I am 19 years old now. Not as that means a thing because I have been in service since I was twelve years old. My father wanted me put in a brothel because he would have got more drinking money for me. My mum sign...
Copyright Oggbashan April 2019/January 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* We...
I have just completed my third work period at a legal brothel located near the Interstate Highway in Northern Nevada. Many men have had the pleasure of renting and using my body for their sexual satisfaction. My mouth and cunt have been filled with hard cocks of various sizes and color. But my wallet is also filled with the money I received working as a pros...
Chapter 1. "Pumpkin" -*- Monday, July 18, 2016 -*- -*- Flagstone, Nevada -*- "What the heck am I doing?" Contemplating things (not to mention questioning her sanity), Lindsay Delacroix took a deep, drawn-out breath, and gazed at the stunning adobe-brick home in front of her. Everything appeared the same as it did in all the online photographs she'd stu...
The day I woke up after being knocked out was a strange one. I didn't know how long I had been missing but I felt my body had been completely transformed. My skin felt softer, I had breasts, my lips were filled with collagen. I remember waking up in a what seemed like a hospital room and walking up to a mirror and looking at a gorgeous bald woman with a peni...
This story is from the imagination of the writer and inspired by Return Of The Jedi. ***** The Hutt's sexual appetite was growing. He had been thinking about expanding his harem of gay sex slaves to include a transsexual. This was all due to a drug dealer who caught the eye of the exalted Hutt. Although they had done business only two times in five months...
Had I made a mistake by picking up the phone? When Laura said, “I hate to ask,” I thought to myself, ‘who’s going to tell Huley.’ But it was Laura and she really did hate to ask me to run an errand. She didn’t know she was asking me to break a date. How many girlfriends, sisters, wives, lovers, all rolled into one ask you to pick up a couple of whores to mak...
Prelude.. Convincing the Husband Ingrid and I had been married for close to three years and it was a period of absolute bliss for me. I had progressively graduated from having her as my neighbor , to the smart and sexy schoolmate that I gawked at to the girl that I desperately wanted to marry and ended up marrying. Ingrid had always been a go-getter. If sh...
I am back, for the third time, at a legal brothel in Nevada. This time is much easier then my earlier trips. Only yesterday morning, I was getting on a bus for the ride to Northern Nevada. At my final destination, the shift manager meet me at the bus terminal and drove me directly to the medical clinic for the necessary physical checks. That evening, I talke...
Chapter 9: The Journey Northward I figured if I was really going to take the search for my newly discovered half-sister seriously, I needed a crash course in speaking passable Thai. Luckily, for me, one of the students who had graduated from the school was willing to teach me. Nok, my Thai instructor, was a fun loving guy about my age with a great deal of p...