Adriana is a 20 years old girl, she lives in Texas with her mom. When she was young, she always watch her mom sleeps around with different men and she was curious on (*WHY*? And *HOW*) her mom is doing it. And how its feels like. As days goes by, her curiosity kept going higher. She had her first sex when she was 14 and became a sub, and an escorts when she was 16years -old. She believes love is all about sex and money. She became very addicted to sex and *Don Ele* a customer gave her the best sex of her life time. What will happen when Adriana come across a young guy name *TIM* and falls in-love with him? But will not be able to control her sexual desires as she kept on sleeping with Don Ele for pleasure. However, will she be able to choose love over pleasure? . Adriana is in love with TIM but is stock with Don Ele because of the satisfaction she derives during their sexual activities. What then will happen when Adriana will finds out that Don Ele is her father, and she have been sleeping with him?
In a lonely room without the presence of light, Adriana who has just finish discussing with her friends about the sexual pleasure she derived the previous day with a new client from India steps into her room with a moody face. She's dressed in an almost naked wear and whispering to herself how pretty and outstanding she have become. Oh! "I need to turn on the light to look at my well structured body" , Adriana said to herself as she gently turn on the light. She looked at the wall where a large mirror is clearly seen. She smile at herself and switched off the light without a word.
Adriana is all alone in her room and she decides to bring back her past memories how she became an addict to sexual activities and how she felt the very first time she had sexual intercourse . Gently, she closes her eyes and remembers everything. I grew up in an environment where sexual activities were alarming, my mom was an expert and a prostitute at that, she will bring men home to have fun with regardless of my presence. I was really innocent and i couldn't understand anything. I could only picture every image and action that was carry out by my mom and her clients. I grew up with the view of everything that have been occurring and I began wondering how it feels like, why should one do it and how is that possible? Rhetorical questions without answers runs through my little mind and all I could desire was to do what my mom does such that, I will get to understand why my she is always shouting during the process.This scenario keeps occurring. One day, my mom steps out for a walk and her client came in, I was all alone. By then I was 14 years old. I was very excited when my mom's client asked me if I will love to do what my mom does?! I quickly accepted without hesitation due to the fact that i have been longing to get the taste of what have been going on. So this was my own opportunity to experience all these. Gradually, the client brought me closer to him, he looked at me then smile and posted a question ; "Are you sure you are ready for this?" And I confidently said yes I want to be like my mom. At this point, the clients penis was clearly seen pushing his trouser, and he started touching me on my Brest, i was giggling while the client was trying to get me ready for the act! The man takes off his t-shirt and I was frightened by his big stomach . He asked me to take off my clothes as well but I was shy to do so. He kissed me on my forehead and gently he takes off my clothes too, before I could realized I was standing naked in-front of him. My Brest appeared so attractive and stand really still! it was as if I have been I have been applying some liquid to make it smoother and attractive. Quickly the man pushes me and I found myself on the bed and the client gently uses his tongue and touches my Nipple. I closed my eyes. This time i was so scared but the big belly man bite on my nipple! I began shivering on the bed as if i was from a rainy journey. Smiled the client, she's ripe for the action. The big belly man whispered to my hearing! He stares at me like I have committed a crime. My pussy was wet and I felt liquid substance flowing out of it freely, the client uses his finger to play with my clit. Everything was strange to me, it was my first time and his actions are beyond explanation. I was ready for sex already. Calmly the client sends his finger into my innocent petite spot, causing me to whimper in pleasure and delicious pain at the same time. I realized I was giving out some sounds exactly like my mom which got the client really excited over what I could not tell, and his dick could be compare to the size of pistol. It was really large and frightful. When I saw his dick I closed my eyes and couldn't imagine what my eyes were seeing. The client immediately inserted his rod into my tiny cunt, I cried out in pain not being able to take it. He pushes in and out of me slowly and making sure he doesn't hurt me in the process. I cried out again, but this time ,I felt the pleasure! He continue stroking me. The client increased the pressure and fucked me till I said , sir, please! Please! Please! . At this juncture, the client stopped and he quickly dressed up and left the house. My mom comes in and realized I was all changed, and I was putting on something different from what I was wearing earlier before she steps out. She asked me if anyone came home and i said yes with trembling body. Smile my mom, she walks away and she goes into her room, sat on the bed. Quickly, My mom takes up her phone and makes a call with the same man who left few minutes before she came in. My mom called the client to confirm if the job was successful? The client laughed out loud and his voice sounded like the roar of an angry lion and he says ; yes Lucy I did. It was then I understood that my mom made a plan with that big belly man to have fun with me for a huge offer. "Adriana smile at her past and she went to bed."
I woke up and Everywhere was calm, birds were singing merrily, i took my phone to look at what time it was. The time was exactly 4:00 AM , I decided to take a shower since i had an appointment with a client at a hotel, immediately i undressed myself and getting ready for the shower, my phone rang and it was the client trying to remind me of the appointment we both had . "Of course I'm getting ready for the deal sir", I replied shyly. I had a shower that morning , dressed up and had my breakfast together with Becky, Cindy and Rania my best friends who were also sex addict like myself . "I will be heading to the hotel to meet my client, he must be waiting already, I explained to my friends. "Yeah girl make sure you take him to the moon Rania said and they all laughed" and I left. I took a bus which take me to my destination. The client who's name was Don Ele recognized me from a distant and he take up his phone call and tell me the room number he was in. I went directly to the hotel and knocked the door calmly, Don Ele opened the door and there appear "a slim and charming sexy girl dressed in a seductive way, her smile sends daggers to his heart and her eyes looks cool." Come in, Don Ele said. I Smiled as I steps in. Staring at the walls of the room Don Ele asked me to sit and i sat on the bed. Don Ele couldn't control his emotions as he was eager to fuck me , "you look more like a goddess." Don Ele told me! Closely he looked at me as if all i committed a crime and we both started kissing each other. He bent down, his lips against my cheek, brushing it lightly-and still, that light touch sent shivers through my nerves, shivers that made my whole body tremble. "If you want me to stop, tell me now, and I will," he whispered. When i still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of my temple. "Or now." He traced the line of my cheekbone. "Or now." His lips were against mine. But I had reached up and pull him down to me , and the rest of his words were lost against my mouth. He kissed me gently, carefully, but it wasn't gentleness like i wanted, not now, not after all this time, and I knotted my fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against mine. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled me, gathering me against him, and we rolled over on the bed, tangled together, still kissing. At this point, Don Ele's rod stands still like an unmovable rock. I now stood nude in the lamplight except for my black embroidered cotton stockings which were held up by elastic bands around my thighs. Don Ele rolled the stockings down and I stepped out of my stockings. I held my arms across my breasts. Don Ele stood and turned me around slowly for inspection, a frown on my face. I sat down on the bed and looked at what was coming out of the black bag. "On your stomach, Don Ele ordered. He was holding a bottle and tilting the contents of the bottle into his cupped hand. I laid down on my stomach and Don Ele applied the liquid where the marks of the stays reddened the flesh. Ow, I cried. It stings! This is an astringent – the first thing is to restore circulation, Don Ele explained as he rubbed My back and buttocks and thighs. I was squirming and my flesh cringing with each application. I buried my face in the pillow to smother my cries. I know! I know! Don Ele claimed, but you will thank me. He concluded. Under Don Ele's vigorous rubbing my flesh seems to have spring into its fullest conformations. I was shivering now and my buttocks were clenched against the invigorating chill of the astringent. My legs were squeezed together. Don Ele now took from my bag a bottle of massage oil and began to knead My neck and shoulders and back, my thighs and calves and the soles of my feet. Gradually I relaxed and my flesh shook and quivered under the emphatic skill of Don Ele's hands. Don Ele rubbed the oil into my skin until my body found its own natural rosy white being and began to stir with self-perception. Turn over, Don Ele commanded. My hair was now undone and lay on the pillow about my face. My eyes were closed and my lips stretched in an involuntary smile as Don Ele massaged my breasts, my stomach, and my legs. Yes, even this, Don Ele said, briskly passing my hand over the mons. You must have the courage to live. The bedside lamp seemed to dim for a moment. I put my own hands on my breasts and my palms rotated my nipples.
My hands swam down along my flanks. I rubbed my hips. My feet pointed like dancer's and my toes curled. My pelvis rose from the bed as if seeking something in the air. Don Ele was now at the bureau, capping hid bottled emollient, his back to Me as i began to ripple on the bed like a wave on the sea. At this moment a hoarse unearthly cry issued from the walls, his face twisted in a paroxysm of saintly mortification. He was clutching in his hands, as if trying to choke it, a rampant penis with scornful of his intentions, whipped him about the floor, launching to his cries of ecstasy or despair, great filamented spurts of jism that traced the air like bullets and then settled slowly over me in my bed like falling ticker tape." "'Just touch me,' i whined, arching impatiently against his hand. He couldn't make either of us wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over my folds. I threw my head back. 'God, yes. Keep going.' He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering my wetness. He parted me with two fingers and found my clit, rubbing it in small circles. I cried out against his lips, and was lost. The taste of me, the smell of me, the feel of me so close against him, skin to skin. Time and space had no meaning anymore. There was only me." He found the strip of condoms he'd packed, ripped one open, managed to roll it on with gritted teeth. Maybe She would've done it for me, and maybe that would've been hot as hell, but since he wanted to actually get inside of me before he went off like a gunshot, he needed to keep touching to a minimum. Of course, as soon as Don Ele thought that, i grabbed his hair and dragged him down, pressing all my soft, lush curves against his body. My skin was hot and damp from the exertion of my orgasm. My pussy was wet and open, ready for him, begging for him as I spread my legs and reached down to grasp his erection. In his ear, i whispered, 'Hard, please.'" "Two fingers worked into me, and my eyes rolled back into my head. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue flickered over mine and I couldn't prevent my hips from rising to meet his thrusts. Oh God! I was riding his hand, smothering his face with my sex. That had to be bad. I told myself to stop. I couldn't. Somehow, i found my hands tangled in his short hair. My body was coiled tighter, grasping at his fingers, so wet now i could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into me."
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