He explained that none of these men had paid to finger Laura, and that seeing as she was giving out freebies, that money was coming out of her pay. He told her that in addition, her behavior was endangering the other girls who *didn't* want to be fingerfucked while boob they worked - it was encouraging customers to blur the line. He told her that if he caught her doing it again, she would instead be spending the last hour of every shift working as one of the bar's prostitutes, where she could at least charge for what was happening to her. He warned her as a prostitute that more than just fingers would be going in and out of her cunt. Laura cried afterwards. She cried a little at the thought she had encouraged men to rape and molest the other waitresses through her actions. But she mostly cried because she knew she was a massive slut, and she was going to do it again, and that Edgar was going to catch her and make her work as a whore. She couldn't help it - she knew she could technically be a good girl, not ask strangers to play with her twat - but that she wouldn't. That she would think with her cunt and do whatever it took to cum, regardless of the consequences. And she did. She teased and begged the customers on the next night to touch and penetrate her pussy, and Edgar caught her, and pulled her away from them by her hair, and slapped her, and took her out the back, to the rooms where the prostitute girls turned tricks. He told her she could work her last hour here, or lose her job, and Laura cried but said she would do it, that she didn't want to lose her job. By this time Laura had completed her non-resistance training at the Clinic and was being raped by Roy on each visit. This wouldn't be her first time with a man. She knew that, sober, she would never agree to this, would never agree to Bhabhi fucking any man, let alone a stranger, for money. But she had been drooling from her cunt for hours, she had fingered herself on stage that night, been licked out in public by a girl, and she had just had a finger up her fuckhole about to make her cum before Edgar had pulled her away. She needed to cum, she needed to not lose muslim her job, and she was going to let this happen. Normally the girls were required to give their clients a full service, put on a show, flirt and flatter, but Edgar rightly sensed that Laura was only barely thinking bangla right now, so he merely told her to lie on the bed with her legs spread. She obeyed, and rubbed her cunt as she waited, and soon Edgar returned with a client, one of the customers who had so recently watched Laura lezzing off on stage and wanted the pleasure of raping the pink-haired big-titted slut he had seen. He didn't bother with foreplay - he just took his cock out of his pants and moved towards Laura. At this point, something in Laura's brain took over, and reminded her that she *didn't* want to be raped, that this was wrong, that she shouldn't be here. She started to wiggle. She wanted to bring her hands up to stop the man, to keep him away, but she found she couldn't move them. Her conditioning was in full force. She tried to bring her legs together, but they didn't obey, and as the man knelt between her legs she found herself spreading them even further to give him better access. The man slid his cock into her cunt, and big began to fuck her, and Laura just tried to concentrate on not crying, because she was afraid if she cried the client would get scared and Edgar would fire her. Instead she just focused on the pleasure she had wanted, the stimulation in her groin. The client was using a condom, which was good, although Laura found herself wishing he wasn't, so she could feel that hot gush of cum inside her. The drugs took hold of her, and by the time her client was reaching his orgasm, Laura was bucking her hips against him and moaning, and when he came, Laura did too. She lay there after she left, processing. She had orgasmed from being raped. From being raped by a man. From heterosexual sex. She had had the cock of a strange man inside her, and it had made her cum. She had fucked a stranger for money, because she was too horny to think straight. She had agreed to be a prostitute just because she hadn't been able to resist desi her need to be fucked by a man. Her hand moved to her pussy and began to pinch her clit painfully. Her other hand started to squeeze her breasts, hard, trying to hurt them. Much to my dismay, neither took place, and as I reached the end of my second cigarette, my cover story had literally gone up in smoke. I just had to come and talk to you. Her first orgasm peaked when muslim she felt her pussy being finger fucked as another finger was deep in her bangla ass. "Hmm?" she said softly, pushing just a little boob in her curiosity. big "I take it that honor has been restored?" Her leg came up and over, leaving her perched there, slightly leaning back. “I wondered if perhaps you had deleted it without reading it first – but evidently not” he said. He had done everything that Cady had asked for, now all he could do was wait for her to arrive. Feel the desi cock stroking in and out of you deep. It hurt like hell but I didn't care. Afterwards rejoining the others, where they Bhabhi all had a very good time that weekend.