Heavy ragged breaths along with raspy groans drifted through the filthy room, with a few condoms scattered both on the bed and on the floor. I was lying on my back and looking up, my sweaty skin glued to the sheet. Above me was a middle-aged man, probably in his late 50s and extremely thin, bordering on anorexic. The only strands of hair on him were the few on the sides of his head. Time had already played its part in removing almost all of them.
At the moment, he was jerking his thin rod in front of me, his face conveying the exquisite lechery he was experiencing, the wrinkles that old age had brought him being highlighted all the more by the bright light of the room shining directly on his face.
"Haaaah, haaaah, Kanoko-chan, I'm almost there!" - The old man grunted. Thank God this geezer had premature ejaculation, I'm not sure if that's because of his age or if it's a condition he's suffered from since he was young, but the crucial part was that this session was drawing to a close.
Gripping his shaft tighter, the old man began to increase the speed of his wanking.
"Haaah, bring your head closer to my cock, I want to paint your beautiful tanned face white!"
What a cheeky bastard, but unfortunately, I have to do whatever he asks me to do, after all, he's paying for a product, which in this case is me. If I refuse and he complains to our boss, I'll probably be punished and, after going throgh that the first time back when we were just amateurs here, I swore I'd never do anything to displease the customers again.
Having no other option, I brought my face close to his cock, noticing how he trembled when he felt my hot breath on his balls.
"Yes, here it comes... aaaaaaagh!" - He roared as his hips shook. It was then that his hot spunk came out. It wasn't a spurt like with the younger clients, but just thick drops that accumulated on the tip of his cock and dripped onto my face. The old guy, who had closed his eyes during his orgasm, opened them again and looked down at me.
"I don't want to see you waste a single drop of my cum, Kanoko-chan, drink whatever falls into your mouth." - He ordered with an authoritative tone of voice. A contemptuous look almost took over my face, but I quelled it and merely smiled at him, nodding positively and quickly drinking the gooey liquid.
Every droplet of his semen that went down my throat filled me with anguish and disgust.
The seconds seemed eternal, but luckily, the sperm coming out of his cock came to a stop, signaling the end of it all.
Raising my body, I moved to the side of the bed, picking up a slightly dented disposable cup and spitting the bastard's seed into it.
"I presume you're satisfied now, Kawamoto-san?" - I asked with false politeness. The prick, as always, smiled lopsidedly as he adjusted his position and sat on the end of the bed.
"More than satisfied. You're unbelievable, Kanoko-chan, there's nothing better than a gyaru with a body as sexy as yours. The other whores in this place aren't on your level."
Maybe some of the other sluts in this whorehouse would be happy and flattered if they received such a compliment, but all my heart emitted was contempt and revulsion. This son of a bitch should stop coming here. His dick doesn't even stand up by itself, he always relies on viagra to lift that limp pole. The only positive side of the sessions, apart from the fact that they ended soon, was that at some point this old man would suffer a heart attack if he kept trying so hard during sex, which probably wouldn't be long since he visits this place three to four times per week.
"You're a true gentleman, Kawamoto-san. I don't think I'm all that, but thank you for your kind words." - I answered the old man in a cheerful voice. He just chuckled back as he finished dressing, his eyes full of desire for me. Ugh, disgusting.
"A pleasure, mademoiselle. I'll leave the money here on the table. As tonight was one of our best sessions, I'll add a tip.'' - Old man Kawamoto said once he was fully dressed. Pulling his wallet out of his pocket, he took out a considerable amount of cash and did as he said. - ''Well, I'll see you in three days, Kanoko-chan. Bye."
Leaving the room, the geezer closed the door softly, leaving me alone in the cramped room. As soon as the bastard was gone, I wiped the smile off my face and got out of bed. Fortunately, he was my last customer of the day. I was getting nauseous from the strong smell of bodily fluids that permeated the room, which was a given since I'd had five clients today alone.
I felt worn out, can't believe that when I was younger I was proud of being able to endure hours of sex when we had our orgies with Kokujin, but now I felt nothing but tiredness and sadness.
I clenched my fists tightly as I remembered Kokujin. Even though I'd been here for more than a year, I still couldn't believe that, after we'd given him our bodies and hearts, the scumbag had simply discarded us as if we were defective items just so he wouldn't have to face the wrath of the loan sharks, which was a hole he'd dug by himself.
All the affection and desire I felt for him had faded some time ago. The memories of all the times we'd had sex went from being something good to turn into bitterness and grudge.
I know he's dead. I even read the headlines about the torture and how he departed for the world of the dead. I admit that a sadistic joy came over me when I discovered that he had gotten his due, but even so, the hatred that consumed me wouldn't go away.
My mind then switched to someone else who was part of my past.
Hiroki.
A portion of the hatred I felt for Kokujin today was also directed at my younger brother.
If there was one thing that Kokujin had opened my eyes to, of course, apart from realizing that you should avoid jerks that are only after your body, was that strength is one of the main factors that a man should possess.
Something that my younger brother, at that time, didn't have.
When we were younger, I always found his strong desire to protect me and our mother cute and instigating. One day, when he told me how he had become the most respected boy in his school and how he had defeated a group of delinquents, I felt my chest throb with a intensity and a sentiment that surely a sister shouldn't nurture for her own brother. That was love in the romantic meaning of the word.
When I heard how he had been beaten up by Kokujin after he transferred his school, I was a little disappointed, but I still believed that Hiroki would be able to overcome this new obstacle. He was a hard-working boy and had a physique that exceeded boys his age.
Of course, there was the fact that he was my younger brother, so the protective instinct of an older sister made me go and confront Kokujin.
Only to be completely subdued by him.
I realized then that Hiroki could never surpass him, since Kokujin was just superior in a genetical aspect. At that time, all the love I held for him, whether familial or romantic, dissolved.
What was the point of training so hard if he could never be stronger than the man who was swiftly taking everything important from him? Disdain for my brother began to grow inside me. Hiroki would never succeed in fulfilling his promise to protect us, so why should I love or care about someone who would be a dead weight in my life?
I harbored that thought process until the fateful day we received that damned DVD.
At first I thought it was some video where he would beg to come back and be with us again, but that expectation was blown out of the water by his entire farewell message.
Naturally, the message itself surprised me, but what left not only me, but everyone in the living room in shock, was the radical change Hiroki had undergone over the years we hadn't seen him.
His face had matured, his hair was longer and his voice deeper. So far so good, yes, he had become more handsome, but it still was something easy to digest. What trully blanked my mind was his physique.
His arms were more muscular, his chest was evidently well built and he was clearly taller. Apparently he had not only continued to train in martial arts but had also been doing weight training.
The fact is, the person in that video wasn't the innocent, childish, short boy I remembered, but a manly, handsome young man.
I have to admit that after seeing that version of Hiroki, the ancient lust and attraction I'd felt for him before I'd been disappointed had returned. Even though I had sex with Kokujin every day, I spent several nights in a row touching myself to the image of the new Hiroki. I simply couldn't help it.
But that same excitement and desire were also accompanied by resentment after everything Kokujin had done to us.
Why did Hiroki stop being a useless weakling only after he left?
Why hadn't he tried harder to become stronger when he was still with us?
And above all, why didn't he come back to save us?
These daily thoughts fueled my hatred for my little brother too.
Now that he was a real man, he had a duty to come and rescue us and then claim us as his women.
But he chose not to.
My rational side understands why, after all, we betrayed his trust and humiliated him. Who would want to go back to people that hurt you not only physically but also emotionally?
However, my irrational side was telling me something else, holding bitterness towards him.
As I've always been a girl who gets carried away by emotions rather than reason, my irrational side was the one that weighed me down the most. Every day when I looked around and saw the precarious situation in which my mother, Ayumu and I found ourselves, I couldn't stop blaming it all on Kokujin and Hiroki. In my brother's case, I deluded myself with thoughts that it was his obligation to at least rescue us because we shared blood ties and, regarding Ayumu, an old friendship. After all, a man ought to help his family and close friends if they are living a life shrouded in misery and pain, right?
Of course, that's not how it works and I'm aware of that, but as I said, my emotions spoke louder than my rationality.
Deep down, I have hope that we'll be able to get out of this life. All these thoughts, desires and my current life have led to a new goal being born within me
I need to be lucky enough for someone with money to come and visit our brothel. Is it difficult for a rich person to visit this shithole? Absolutely, but it's not impossible. It could also be the case that one of the clients, although not rich, ends up knowing or working for economically powerful people.
It could take months or years for one of these individuals to show up, but when they do, I'll make sure to seduce one of them to the point where he or she either falls in love with me or wants me as their sex slave. At that time, I'll convince them to buy my mother and Ayumu's freedom.
After that, all I have to do is follow this person's orders for a while and then poison them. That way, we'll be free to restart our lives the way we want and, most importantly, go after Hiroki so that he forgives us and accepts us, thus returning everything to the way it was before.
Even with the irrational anger I feel towards him, the desire to have him and share him with my mother and Ayumu is just as great.
One day that moment will come.
We'll have our perfect lives back, regardless of the cost.
Grinning maniacally, I grabbed a towel that was folded next to the money on the table and headed for the small cubicle that was my bathroom, eager to wipe away any remnants of all the sex I'd had while building up images of a better future in my mind.