EXTRACT FOR
Amsterdam Prostitute Anthology
(V Vaugn)

You see, I had a great job a few years back. I bought a house, but, unfortunately, I paid more for the house than it's currently worth. My previous employer eventually downsized, so I decided to go back to graduate school after I lost my job. I have an undergraduate degree in history, so now I am finishing my graduate degree in forensic history. I hope to work in a museum one day.



On that note, graduate school is expensive and my mortgage is high; I need to make money to cover both expenses. I bought a house relatively young, and now that I am 23-years-old, I have realized I can't give it back to the banks; it's my responsibility for many years. I don't mind the responsibility, I sort of like it, and I really love my house. So, when I realized how much money prostitutes in the red light district can make, well, I decided to give it a try. I have always been a bit of a slut, so why not turn a profit doing what I really love to do?



I like to wear tight shirts because my breasts always receive a lot of attention. If someone stares at them too long, I hand them my card and I tell them my room number at the brothel. Since the brothel is unionized, and they check the health records of all new clients, and they also keep their staff medically healthy, well, I'm not hesitant to pass out cards for my services. There is a screening process to becoming a brothel customer.



I'm hoping my tits get attention from my professor tonight. So, the tighter my shirt fits around my chest the more chance I have of Mr. Miller touching them again. The first time he touched my breasts, I accidentally ran into him while jogging around campus one night. He was a little disgruntled, and he was leaving the campus bar & restaurant.



As I ran by him while he was unlocking his car; he called out to me and asked if I wanted a ride? I thought his question was odd, so I stopped and walked towards his car. I remember he asked me to enter his sedan. Once I sat in his vehicle, he slid in and locked the doors. He immediately grabbed my tits and squeezed them. He said, "I want to suck these so bad. I will make you cum."



I was so nervous, but aroused. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and unfastened the front of my bra. My breasts were swollen and my nipples were hard. My bosom fell out of my shirt, and my professor immediately cupped them in his hands. As he leaned in towards my bosom, he started suckling my nipple. He then rubbed my other nipple for minutes. He squeezed my tits and jiggled them hard. He sucked them hard, and then he gently caressed the nipples for minutes until they peaked higher. He did this until my pussy was soaked. I even got his car seat wet.