1. Call Girl Confessions, Part 2


    Date: 6/18/2017, Categories: Fetish, Author: Master_Jonathan, Source: LushStories

    Part 2 - Holly's Story Holly; a call girl; 30 years old, five foot four inches tall, with midback-length straight blonde hair and blue eyes. My name is Holly... Holler Holly most people call me 'cause I guess I make a lot of noise when I have sex. I just love fucking and sucking! And when I'm with a guy, I want him to know I'm having a good time too - after all if I'm not enjoying it, I won't put my heart into what I'm doing! I'm a call girl, which means I work out of my home through a "legitimate" temp agency. The agency, which is really a temporary employment agency for short term hiring, also runs a second business using a few of us girls to fill the needs a normal secretary won't! How it works is like this. A client, looking for someone to do more for them than typing and filing, calls the temporary agency. They, in turn, call one of us girls and tell us where and when to meet the client. The agency gets a cut for acting as the go-between, and we get the rest. It's not a bad deal - at least I don't have to walk the streets and get robbed or hassled by the police. I wasn't always a call girl like this. I was actually the daughter of wealthy parents. They disowned me though, after they found out I had been dating a 30 year old man when I was in high school. Paul would smoke weed with me and get some beer so we could party. Usually during our partying, I would get really horny and we'd end up fucking. My parents found out because I was cutting so much class to be with him. ... Actually, in looking back at it all, I think I did a lot of it because I wanted to make them mad, to make them punish me, or at least recognize I existed. You see, both my mother and father were too wrapped up in their own worlds to acknowledge that they had a daughter. My mother, in her high society women's groups... having her hoity-toity lunches and her shopping at all the high end stores. My father lived in his corporate world on the umpteenth floor of a big impressive high-rise in his corner office surrounded by other suits. They spent the day discussing financial matters, business deals, and who they were going to take over next. Needless to say, I never fit into either world and I pretty much grew up on my own. Oh sure, I had money and a nice place to live and all that, but I didn't have the one thing all that couldn't buy. I didn't have love. I moved in with Paul, who was the only one around to take care of me. He offered his apartment and love at first. Then, after awhile I found out the truth about him. I was a naive 18-year-old spoiled rich girl back then. I didn't know people could be so devious and underhanded. Paul appeared to be a kind father figure, something I had been missing in my life, and so I fell hard for him. I so wanted someone to love and to love me back that I didn't see the signs until it was too late. Paul was not who he claimed he was or who I thought he was as well. He turned out to be a controlling, egotistical, abusive tyrant of a man who kept ...
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