Becca XXX Ch. 04

"Oh baby. Yes. Cum in her for me. Fill her sexy pussy up," she panted as she came.

I was moaning and so was Will as we all came together.

"Oh fuck Soph. I'm cumming in her."

"I see it baby. So sexy. We've made her cum."

We writhed and bucked in unison. I felt my pussy suck his cock dry as he coated my walls in wave after wave of hot, sticky spunk. Sophies cunt dripped and twitched above me as she poured her pussy nectar all over my face.

We were spent.

They kissed once. Long and lingering and she rolled off me. Will leaned down and kissed me and I responded. Another long and lingering kiss. He pulled out as Sophie leaned in and repeated the process.

We all collapsed on the bed and lay there recovering for a few minutes.

"Fucking incredible," said Sophie.

"It really was," added Will.

"Glad to be of service to you both. That was a nice experience. Thank you both so much," I said.

"No thank you," they said in unison.

We all laughed.

After a few minutes we recovered and they started to get dressed. I was about to clean myself up, but Sophie stopped me. She took her cotton panties and wiped my cummy pussy with them. She made sure she used the gusset of the panties to collect the sperm and then she put them on.

Will couldn't believe his eyes.

"You can fuck my spunky pussy when we get home," she winked. "It'll be like sloppy seconds."

"Oh my god Sophie," he gasped.

We said our farewells and they went back to the bar arm in arm looking into each other's eyes lovingly. They had been an amazing couple and I don't think I'd seen two people so in love for a long time.

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Three nights had passed and I had slipped into the steady routine of life in a brothel. I'd have breakfast in the morning, then chill out and talk to the girls for a while. We usually compared notes from the night before. I'd then hit the gym for a few hours and then have lunch. I'd have a little snooze to recuperate, pick out my evenings outfits and get myself ready for a night of fucking and sucking. I had made eight thousand pounds in that time, having fucked sixteen different people. Most of them had been single men, but I had done two single women and one couple, Sophie and Will. The club would have made the same amount of money as I had.

Agatha, me and Tammy had become the best of friends. Swapping techniques and learning from each other. Aggie still scared the life out of me and I wanted to dive into bed with Tammy at the first opportunity. It hadn't happened, but I knew it wouldn't be long. She was so cute, but was playing hard to get to build the sexual tension.

I was wearing a white miniskirt and black cropped shirt, tied around the wait as we waited in the staging area on night number four. It wasn't long before I was selected off the menu and walked out into the stylish bar to meet another twisted fucker who wanted me to get him off.

This guy was smartly dressed in suit trousers and pale salmon shirt. He looked non-descript and clean shaven. I'd seen plenty of guys like him over the last few nights. Probably away on business and wanting to blow his load somewhere other than on his own belly from wanking himself off. He looked like he belonged there.

I introduced myself and he ordered my usual drink. Gin on ice, with a splash of tonic and lime wedge. The bitterness and cold kept me awake and the gin helped me relax.

"I'm Miller," he said, shaking my hand.

A hand shake was very unusual greeting in a brothel and it put me on guard straight away.

"Shall we move to a booth and chat?" he asked.

He knew the routine. Maybe he was a regular. Maybe he was something else. He wasn't giving much away. Similar to Tony. Unreadable.

We sat and I sipped my drink. He was drinking mineral water. Another giveaway. I thought I'd let him lead the conversation, but I hoped he was who I thought he was.

"Lovely to meet you Becca," he said in a low voice.

"And you sir. Thank you for picking me. What would you like to do this evening?"

He glanced left and right, barely noticeable.

"A mutual friend asked me to come and see you. She misses you."

"I'm sorry. I don't know what you mean," I lied. Hoping, hoping, hoping.

"I think you do. She wanted to come herself, but she's busy looking into the assignment."

"Does she have a name?" I asked, getting impatient.

"Lexa." he smiled.

"Maybe we should go straight upstairs," I said, finishing my drink without taking my eyes off him.

He left his mineral water and followed me upstairs.

As soon as we got inside and closed the door I made my move. I took his hand softly and kissed it. As he was lulled into a false sense of security I twisted his wrist back against itself and pushed his shoulder down. The element of surprise hit him and I pinned him to the floor with his arm stretched up in the air in an armlock.

"How do you know Lexa? Tell me something only she would know," I spat.

"For fucks sake Becca. Go easy. She sent me to talk to you about the sex trafficking. Aarons intel from the uni. You have a tracker in your armpit, that's how I found you. How else would I know that?"

I thought for a second and decided he was telling the truth. In my lapse of concentration he saw his opportunity and spun his wrist and escaped from the arm lock. He had better skills than I did.

I sat on the bed weighing him up.

"Well you took your sweet fucking time about it all. Where the fuck have you been?" I said.

"We tracked you from the dogging site to a warehouse in the countryside. When we got there you were gone and the place was deserted."

He sat on the sofa opposite me and straightened himself up.

"No there was a guy there called Marvin. He was the persuader and the processor."

"No it was empty. They must have moved on."

I thought that place was makeshift. I had been right.

"Then we tracked you to a club called G-Spot, but by the time I got in there you were gone. It takes time to set up these things."

"You better not have blown my cover Miller!" I spat, feeling frustrated.

"Of course not. I found you on the sex menu at G-Spot and tried to book a night with you, but they told me you'd left. I knew it couldn't be true so I tracked you here to G-Spot Deluxe."

"Well now you've found me. So what now?" I calmed down a bit.

"We need to trade information so I can report back to Lexa. Firstly are you alright?"

"I'm fine yes. Lexa's got this whole thing wrong. These girls aren't really being exploited. Most of them want to be here and they are treated very well."

"But they're prisoners Becca. Right?"

"Well yeah. They can't leave until they get to tier five. If what they say is true."

"What are you talking about? What's tier five?" he looked puzzled.

I explained the whole thing to him. The BMW guy, Tony, the husband, Marvin and the goons at the processing place. I explained the tier system and how they were free to go at tier five with all the money they'd made.

"Fucking hell. Do you believe them?" he asked looking a little shocked at the sheer scale of the operation.

"I want to believe them. They are very convincing, but it doesn't add up. Lexa said they were shipping the girls out of the country. What evidence do they have about that?"

"It looks like a customs official is being bribed and allowing them through the port by ferry. They ship them out on a mini bus posing as a girls football team. The passports are fake. We lose track of them when they hit the continent."

"Girls football team? Nice ploy. Let me guess, five girls at a time?" I said.

"How did you know that?" he asked.

"Five girls left this club to go to tier four. I'm guessing it's to replace the five that left for tier five. Tier five isn't freedom, its shipping them out of the country. Maybe Lexa was right," I said, feeling my heart sink a little.

"From what we've pieced together there's another club called G-Spot Exclusive. The girls are shipped from there to the port, once a month, for the last three months."

"Yes G-Spot Exclusive is ten thousand pounds a fuck and is classed as tier four. That's where I'm trying to get to."

"Good plan. Get as high up the chain as you can. Lexa just wants to know you're ok and that you're happy to carry on."

"Of course I fucking am. We need to see what these lying fuckers are up to," I said. "How come these clubs even exist without the authorities finding them and shutting them down?"

"I'm guessing if they're making as much money as you say they are, then they are bribing a lot of people."

"Maybe. See if Lexa can follow the money and trace it that way."

"OK. I'll let her know. There's one other thing."

"What is it?"

"We've intercepted some emails from them and keep hearing the name Dee mentioned. We think she's posing as the coach or manager or something. She must be at tier four. Maybe if you can get to her you can get some information out of her," he said looking hopeful.

"In what context is she mentioned? I've never heard of her."

"It says 'make sure Dee goes with them'."

"OK. I'll check her out if I ever get to tier four."

"How do plan to get there?" he asked.

"Fuck my way there, like the rest of them," I shrugged, like it was nothing.

I explained the review and scoring system.

"Fucking hell. That is some business model they have. These are well organised criminals Becca. Be careful."

We sat there in silence for a few moments.

I suddenly realised he would have paid his thousand at the bar just to get to talk to me. We'd been talking for twenty minutes and I still I had my clothes on. I laughed.

"What's funny?" he said.

"This is the longest I've been in one of these rooms without getting naked," I giggled.

"Ah yes. I can imagine. I don't know how you do it Becca. You're a credit to the facility. I dread to think what you've had to do to get to tier three, never mind tier four," he looked genuinely concerned for me.

"I do what I do best, the same as you do."

I looked over at him and gave me my come to bed eyes. I parted my legs slightly and leaned back supporting myself on my arms.

"You're going to have to give me a score and review you know," I said. "Everyone does when they leave."

"I'll score you ten on everything, don't worry," he laughed.

"How can you, if you've not sampled the goods?"

I was feeling relieved that Lexa had found me and it was making me wet between the legs to know she still cared.

"Really?" he said raising his eyebrows. "We're going to go there, are we?"

I spread my legs a little wider so he could see up my skirt. He couldn't help but look especially when he realised I didn't have underwear on.

"I usually have to earn my ten star rating. I don't see why you should be any different," I said seductively.

"Lexa said you were her best operative. She wasn't kidding."

"So what's your kink Miller? Blowjob? Tit fuck? Anal? or just a straight forward fuck?"

"You're the sexpert. You tell me," he said, with a smirk.

"Well you seem a little tense. I'd say you're single. Married to the job, but you've done plenty of kinky stuff in your life."

"Carry on," he said, shifting on the sofa.

"I can tell more about a person by seeing their cock. Why don't you show it to me?" I licked my lips.

He stood up and took his shirt off revealing a well-toned body. He kicked his shoes and socks off, slid his trousers down and briefs down and stood naked in front of me. He hadn't hesitated. He'd fucked a lot of girls and felt confident around women.

His cock was semi hard. His balls hung low and were smooth shaved. In fact he had no hair round his cock at all.

I undid my shirt and took it off and leaned back pushing my naked boobs out towards him.

His cock twitched.

"So you're a tit man. I'm guessing you'd like me to blow you slowly. Try my mouth out for size and have me dribble all over my cleavage. Then you'd like to fuck my slippery tits and give me a pearl necklace?"

He smiled.

"That's after I've rode your cock for a while first. You'll want my tits bumping gently into your face as I ride you. You don't like it too fast. You like to savour the feeling. Plus you're visual like all men and love to see a girl get herself off while she rides you. You like to see her masturbate with your dick buried in her, before you finish all over her tits and mouth.."

His cock grew in front of me. I hadn't even touched him yet.

I shuffled out of my skirt and spread my legs on the bed.

"You like shaved cunts. You hate hair, I can tell by how you shave your cock. I don't think you're into anal. You like it clean and slow. Fucking a girls shitter isn't your scene, you prefer her mouth and cunt."

His cock was now fully erect and looked magnificent. Uncut, fat and smooth. Dying to be pleasured.

"How am I doing so far?" I asked, flicking my hair over my shoulder.

"Unbelievable. You've got me weighed up so well. I love breasts and hate hair. You look stunning."

"Worth a thousand pounds?" I asked, raising my eyebrows seductively.

"Let's see," he said, with a glint in his eye.

He glided across the room to the bed and gently took me in his arms. He laid me down and kissed me. He smelt so good and his lips were plump and soft. I could smell alcohol and realised it was on my breath and not his. His tongue delved between my lips and I yielded and let him explore inside my mouth. My tongue found his and he lay on top of me kissing me lovingly. I knew he would be a gentle lover.

I rolled over and got on top of him. His cock was nudging the inside of my thighs as we kissed some more. I found his hands and entwined my fingers with his. I pushed his hands above his head and pinned him to the bed. He gasped and let me take control.

"You're a strong fighter and that makes you a soft lover," I whispered in his ear. "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good."

He just looked up at me and said nothing. He didn't need to. I knew he was loving it.

I kept his hands pinned and lifted my hips slightly. I wiggled my ass until I felt his glans pushing against my wet labia.

"Already wet?" he asked sounding surprised. "Have you already had sex with someone?"

"No Miller. You're my first today. You've made me wet all by yourself."

I sat down and took his length in one hit. Using no hands made it dirtier. I was an expert at fucking men and he was going to be no exception. He might have paid like the others, but he was one of the good guys, like me and deserved this more than most.

He gasped at my tightness and I clenched my vaginal walls inwards to make it more pleasurable for him. I was dripping wet and he slid in and out easily as I rode him. I leaned forward and bumped my boobs into his face, just like I had promised.

As I pushed back my boobs moved further away and as I pushed forward they bumped into his face. He licked and sucked them in time with my motion. He was gentle and felt exquisite inside me.

"Like them?" I asked.

"Love them."

I stopped fucking him and pushed them into his face. He sucked hungrily and moaned sucking my nipples into his mouth one by one. I let go of his hands and sat upright. I rode him looking down at his smiling face as he watched my tits gently bounce. He reached up and caressed them firmly in his rough hands.

He felt wonderful inside me and I reached down and began to rub my clit.

"So sexy. Lexa was right about you Becca. You're the best."

I closed my eyes and ground my pussy into him feeling him nice and deep. My clit throbbed and I knew I wouldn't last long. This was a sensual fuck and was my favourite kind. Slow and deep and with inner emotions. Not just a quick bang and then onto the next, like I was used to in the brothel.

I felt my cunt get wetter and so did he.

"Oh wow Becca."

"I know. I'm so fucking wet. Oh shit you feel good," I panted.

"You too. Holy shit."

"You can do it in me if you like. I don't mind," I said keeping up my rubbing and riding.

"I can hold off Becca. Don't worry."

I rubbed slowly and firmly, building the pressure in my belly. I was getting there slowly. Sometimes the best type of orgasm was a slow build up and peaceful release. I'd given myself this type of climax so many times, but usually alone. I felt it build even stronger and kept grinding and rubbing. The spark started to spread out. My emotions took over me and I felt it begin. It washed over me as I moaned and panted and came all over his cock. I squished my legs together and doubled over as it released from my belly and slowly spread across my whole body. I shuddered and whimpered quietly as it slowly subsided and I sat still with him inside me.

He had seen me in my most intimate moment and he was astounded.

"That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he whispered.

I smiled shyly as I felt his soaking wet cock twitching inside me. For a minute I thought he'd cum, but he had better control than that.

I leaned down and kissed him softly.

"Your turn," I whispered in his ear.

I started to get on my knees on the bed, ready to suck him off, but he stopped me.

"No. Lie back beautiful. You've done enough. I'll do all the work."

I lay back and he propped my head up with a pillow.

He straddled me and put his cock in front of my mouth. I opened up and he slid it in.

"Can you deepthroat?" he asked.

I pushed forward and took his eight inches down my throat without breaking a sweat.

"Stupid question," he gasped.

His cock tasted of my fresh pussy and I spit up copious amounts of drool onto his shaft when he pulled out. I sucked him deep and repeated the process for several minutes until my whole chest was coated in thick saliva.

He moved lower and I pushed my tits together to create the ideal fucking platform for his slippery shaft. He pushed in slowly parting my boobs and moaning loudly at the feeling of two soft breasts surrounding his cock.

"Fuck me that's nice. You've got great tits," he moaned.

It looked so dirty seeing the tip of his cock emerge from between my cleavage and poke out in front of my mouth. I licked his tip and he pulled back. He started to fuck my tits properly and I licked his glans with each forward stroke. I continued to spit all over myself and his cock to keep him well lubricated. I let my tits flop sideways and he pushed forward into my mouth again. I pushed my tits back up and he rubbed his smooth ball sack across them as he fucked my slutty mouth.

"Oh shit I can't hold off much longer Becca," he panted.

"Don't hold off. Cum for me baby. Splatter my tits and face."

Like all men, as soon as I said it he let out a loud guttural groan and starting spitting hot ropes of pure white jizz all over me.

His cum seemed to erupt in slow motion, spilling from his tip and flying through the air. I tried to catch it in my mouth which seemed to make him shoot even more. My face was plastered in the familiar feeling of warm sticky spunk and the rest dripped onto my heaving tits. I swallowed what I could and he sat back breathless looking down at my glazed body.

"Ooops looks like someone's made a naughty mess," I giggled.

"Fuck me Becca. You are amazing. I couldn't hold off any longer," he said trying to catch his breath.

"You're more than welcome."

He rolled off me and passed me a pack of wet wipes. He was a considerate lover for sure.

"No need," I said.

I scooped up what I could and ate it from my fingertips. Its times like this I wished my tits were bigger so I could have licked them clean and sucked my own nipples, but I just worked with what I had.

"You really do like cum, don't you?" he said watching me in fascination.

"Ever since Lexa made me try it yes. I can't get enough if it now. Looks like I'm in the right job," I laughed finishing my clean up job.