Prostitution Stories

Cross dressing sissy boy Keven, encourages his sexy Filipina wife to date black men. Keven is such a feminine little sissy, who enjoys helping his wife do her hair and nails before she goes out on a date!

College student rent-boy hooks up with a hillbilly rock star driving an old Lincoln Continental convertible, who takes him on a wild, drug-induced all-night, both guys and gals, sexual romp.

Pearl was shunted from one home to another with a lot of disappointments along the way. She is already over eighteen but is on the books as only sixteen by mistake. She is an oral sex trainee, but is still a virgin below the belt. Now she wants to be skilled in all areas of the sexual spectrum including vaginal and anal penetration. She finds a likely candidate in Coach Reed, divorced and whose only female contact is with escort girls on Saturday nights. Now she has a date to remember.

A Story in the Growing Pains Universe
Abi pursues her acting dream but is taunted by her sister and takes revenge in the nastiest way possible, while her ex-boyfriend pleads for another chance and poor Alistair has a most embarrassing problem. (Please note the heavy Scottish language and accent throughout that may impact on readability for non-UK people)

A girl runs away from an abusive father only to find that there can be worse things out on the street.

English-born and naturally beautiful, she had once been the 'Poster Girl' for Gucci, Versace and Givenchy. The thirty-year-old brunette was now a wealthy and much sought-after actress in Hollywood. Yet here she was...? Austral Lane in inner Melbourne - Dominique Jayne Kensington seated in her Mercedes Coupe with a notorious downtown prostitute. And, she'd been caught by Constable Kelly O'Rourke and Constable Deirdre 'Dash' McKinley. So, just what would they do...?

I fall into the hands of Carl where I am blackmailed into submission to him and his friends and sold to his acquaintances.

Chucky just wanted some fucky sucky

Mrs Lavender and Kim had walked sedately into the Eden Club Bar where at around mid-day it was relatively peaceful with just the tinkle of soft jazz piano blending with a low chatter of pre-luncheon guests. Yet before they reached the bar there was a friendly greeting,