After Billy and his way more than two dozen friends got done with me, I got ‘inked up’ as Shikra put it. In this case, it meant a raven tattoo above my left breast and another, more curious one on my back right shoulder blade.It’s known as a ‘leviathan cross’. A cross with two, at times three, branches and an infinity circle at the bottom. Having worked in law for two decades, I was familiar with the symbol. They’re everywhere, and yet nowhere. I’ve seen it on homeless men, whores, actors, police, mafia, priests, doctors, and trash collectors – all walks of life. Men always have theirs on a forearm and women always have theirs on their back right shoulder blade. I don’t know what they call themselves but I call them ‘Leviathans’. They’re into running drugs, guns, prostitution, extortion, gambling, loan sharking, coup d e tats, rigging elections, money laundering, etc. Apparently, I work for them now.Shikra made it clear back at the office that I’d break laws and whore from this moment forward. If I refused an assignment or exposed myself early, I’d be out of the organization with nowhere to go. That was the last thing I wanted. My old life, even though it was just a few days ago, seemed like a lifetime. My job, marriage, and family – I let it all go and found Amy’s level of happiness. Shikra told me I’d dropped off guns, drugs and bribe money at the courthouse in that briefcase. I had no idea what was in it, but I knew it was illegal because the guard escorted me past the checkpoint. I liked breaking the law, it was thrilling!She had me dropped off a mile from my hotel room, naked, and I walked from there. I enjoyed it. I don’t know if she meant it as punishment or torture but I found it very freeing. I liked the feel of the cool, night air across my body. It was empowering to be that naked and totally unashamed. Cars passed me going both ways but I never tried to hide my body. Why would I? A long-haul trucker stopped, and I gave him a blow job. I smiled the entire time knowing I’d taken on more than two dozen men in just a few hours and satisfied them all more than once. I never Escort stopped cumming – even on the walk home. My vibrator was on low. I laughed because I was elated. I was a naked whore walking alone on a dark road with cum still inside my cunt and another that I had just swallowed.Walking into room number eleven, I saw someone had installed vending machines along the back wall, one junk food, and the other soda – no coins needed. There was also a package of two-milligram estrogen pills next to my bed. Attached was a note, “three per day.” I took one and headed for a hot shower…my first since this started. A week ago, I wouldn’t have ever dreamed of what I’d done, but now I’m beyond caring about the opinion of others. Why? Sex feels great when done right, and even if it’s not, it’s still pretty good. I’ve had more sex and orgasms in the last few days than in the entirety of my life.For the men: To be honest, women have a hole that we more than enjoy being filled. When a man pushes into you, you can feel his power. You can feel him slowly filling you up with his length and girth. Feel his skin sliding back and forth along his muscle. When he cums, you can feel him twitching around inside of you, and pulsating as he floods you. Most women also have a need to submit – when you take a man into your mouth, usually we’re on our knees which satisfies that need. As I take a man past my lips, I know I have his full attention and his power in me. Like most women, I need that. A rather famous female musician wrote a song in the 80s that describes how she feels in that moment. She said it feels like praying. He calls, and she must answer on her knees and feel his power.The hot shower allowed me to rinse off my fresh tattoos. Waiting on the bathroom sink for me was medical ointment, medical tape, paper towels, and Saran wrap. If you’ve ever gotten a tattoo, you know what that means. Tattoos ‘weep’ for about a week. The better care you take of your tats, the longer they look fresh. Mine were dark black and I wanted them to stay that way.Out of habit, I wrapped a towel around my Escort Bayan body and another in my hair. I was using a cotton swab to remove water from my ears when I saw a naked man sitting on my bed. He was sporting a leviathan tattoo on his right forearm and another on his chest – shoes with wings. Hermes. Messenger of the gods.He had pale white skin, green eyes, and red hair, was in his early forties, and was clean-shaven. He laid back on the bed but left his feet on the floor. His cock was already hard – always a good thing – so I knelt in front of him and started ‘praying’.He moaned loudly as I wrapped my hot mouth around him. Women enjoy this as much as men, so I took my time. I slowly took him a little at a time. Just a little, then back out. Back in a little more, than back out. Back in a little more than back out, and finally all the way in and down. Teasing him.He stuttered to get it out, but he said, “I’ve got a message from the gods: We’re cutting ties with your old life. We’re faking your death to make you a ghost so you can operate more freely with your assignments. We’re setting your husband up with some nineteen-year-old, Asian piece of ass. Your husband is powerful and we need that for our expanding operations in China. She’ll just keep fucking him. She likes the cock. She’ll breed for him. He’ll forget all about you in about a week.”He inhaled a short breath and continued. “She’ll bang him, and bang him, and bang him until he begs her to stop – but she won’t. She’ll just keep going harder and faster because she’s been instructed to do so.”I slowly ran my hands up his thighs and to his hips, digging my nails in just a little – just enough to let him know I wanted him. Men like to feel desired, too. I popped him out of my mouth for a moment and said, “Go on.”It took him a moment, men tend to lose concentration when their cock is in someone’s mouth, but he continued. “Ghost wants those big titties making milk, so you’re popping estrogen like breath mints. In the drawer of the nightstand is a flesh-colored pouch she wants to wear around your neck Bayan Escort at all times to carry your phone in.”Someone, probably Ghost, turned my vibrator up to medium. I dug my nails in harder and brought my knees together. I had to take his cock out of my mouth for a moment as I gasped for air.He elevated his hips a little, wanting to fuck my mouth. He was trying to say something but could only exhale.Placing his hands on the sides of my head, he pushed all the way in and held it. “FUCK!”I moved my left hand to his balls and rolled them around in my hand, while I used my right hand to stroke him up and down slowly, but firmly.”May…may I cum in your pussy?” he asked through stuttered breath.”Why are you asking? I’m a fucking whore.””Mount me, Raven,” he commanded.I climbed up on the bed, kept my eyes on his, ran my fingers down his chest, and slowly slid down his cock. I pushed him all the way in, then moved my hips in circles while keeping my clit in contact with his body. “You have a nice cock, Hermes. Does your wife tell you that?”He shook his head. “No. No, she doesn’t.”I moved both his hands to my breasts as I smiled down at him. “Take your time. Feel these breasts. Feel the hard nipples that say I want you. Feel what it’s like inside of me. Feel my wetness, my hotness, how tight I am. Know that I fucked well over two dozen men yesterday and all I want is more.”He began to move his hips up and down, sliding his cock in and out of me. “I…I can’t hold it. I don’t want to cum…I’m not ready, but I can’t stop it.”I chuckled. “So don’t. You think your cumming is going to stop me?”Knowing he was right on the edge, I used my nails to twist his nipples. “Say whatever comes to mind.”He looked up at me, the words caught in his throat.”Your cock has a nice feel to it. Hard. Thick. Full. I’m a fucking whore, and I need it. Please fill my pussy.””I’ve never had pussy this good, Raven. I…can’t…hold it!”Smiling down at him I replied, “Real men don’t hold it, they seed the bitch.”He put his hands on my hips and shoved down hard. “YES! FUCK!”And there it was – his orgasm. He came quickly but that’s not his fault, it’s the fault of his wife for not fucking him more often. He was throbbing hard. His balls were full. “There you go, stud – just let it go. Nothing more natural than a hard man cumming in a hot pussy.”