When Charlotte woke up to the reflection of the sunrise on the wall opposite her large window, she felt sleepy, but not nearly as tired as last night. She wanted to sleep again, but the dried cum all over her body was too itchy to ignore any longer. So she got up, searched the floor for her skimpy outfit, which she hadn't worn in a while by this point, and pondered whether to put it on or not. She decided that, while this was a brothel, it would be sad never to wear these wonderful garments.

She left her room and slowly walked into the communal shower to wash herself. There was basically no one in the bath, apart from two other girls she had not seen before. Charlotte realised that most of the other girls only worked in the evening, when most of the customers would be there. After all, a majority of these women were doing this as a second job, some even with a family at home they needed to take care of. Charlotte was potentially the only one to get to sleep in her own room if she wanted to, at least that was her assumption. The two girls shared a bath in the corner of the room, and she heard them whispering. While taking off her skimpy clothes, she was sure they were talking about her, though she couldn't make out what they were saying.

She decided to ignore them and took a long and hot shower. She washed away the dried cum from her skin and even made an effort to clean her pubic area. She had to be presentable for her customers if she wanted to keep this job. At this point, she had accepted this was her life, and instead of being scared, she would embrace her desires. So far, even the rough sex had been more than enjoyable, with Charlotte reaching orgasm every time, something her dead husband had never achieved from just penetration.

After her shower, the two girls were still whispering and looking over at her while she got dried and dressed. Charlotte realized she hadn't eaten in a long time, and the sex had been intense and exhausting, so she decided she would try to find some food. Since sister monica seemingly allowed her to live in the brothel, there was surely some food here. Not knowing where else to go, Charlotte made her way to the back and headed up the stairs to Monica's office. The familiar scent of wine, bread, and fresh vegetables filled her nose when she spied through the half-open door.

"Don't be scared, baby. I heard you sneaking up here anyways. Come join me for breakfast; we need to talk."

Monica's sweet voice overwhelmed the hesitation to enter the room inside Charlotte, and the smell of a delicious breakfast was way too enticing. She still respected her sister Monica very much for giving her this opportunity to work here. Who knew what the revolutionist would have done to her out on the street? She was sure that this was the best possible outcome.

She opened the door and saw a large plate full of fresh bread and vegetables, oil, and wine, along with a large platter of cured meats and some fruit. Clearly, sister Monica had great taste and quite a fortune, since this assortment could've come straight from the palace. She stepped up to the table, where she sat on pillows across from Monica. Her age was visible, and yet she didn't look like an old lady. More like a sophisticated woman. In this moment, she looked more like a queen than Charlotte in her skimpy outfit and bruises covering her ass and legs.

"Go on! Everything's fresh from the market just up the street."

Charlotte knew the market and immediately started eating a bit of everything, while a satisfied smile adorned Monica's face.

"Oh, baby, you must be so hungry after last night. That was really quite the show you put on there! That was the best advertisement I could have asked for! Everyone knows you work here now..."

Charlotte almost choked on a grape. How did Monica know all this? She seemed to notice the shocked expression on Charlotte's face.

"Oh, baby ... be careful and drink some wine. Of course, I had someone watch you yesterday, hell, half the kingdom saw your show last night!"

She started laughing, and Charlotte couldn't help but chuckle as well. It had been so much fun, and she was relieved that Monica wasn't angry with her. Now she realised what the girls in the bathtub had likely been talking about. They hadn't been jealous of her high price, but rather impressed by her skills as a whore.

"It would be quite stupid not to use this high interest in your services to our advantage, don't you agree?"

Charlotte nodded her head in agreement, busy with stuffing a juicy tomato down her throat.

" Well, here's what I thought of: Instead of you just working the night shift, you will be working all day. Of course, there will be small breaks for you to catch your breath or even sleep an hour or two in between customers. This is just so we can fit more customers into a single day. You understand?"

Charlotte clung to her lips and agreed with every word she said. Everything just seemed logical to her.

" And to allow us to reach a broader audience of customers, I will be lowering your prices. You will now be just as expensive as all the other girls, just without any limitations on what you will do. Don't worry, baby, I will still take care of collecting the payments, so you don't have to worry about all that. You just do what you do best, baby. Sound good?"

"Yes, that sounds amazing!"

Charlotte immediately agreed, fully understanding what this would mean. There would be an unbelievably high demand for her services, and there would be basically no breaks. They kept eating and talking about her experiences so far, a few more minutes before Charlotte excused herself. After going to the toilet, she went right to her room to find a new set of skimpy bikini and thong, along with a golden necklace and bracelets.

Charlotte changed into the beautiful set, allowing the passersby a peek at her body. She still felt proud of herself, but now she knew that these men would be able to actually afford her. And so one of the men who had passed by entered her room a couple of minutes later. There was already a tent in his pants, and he wasted no time getting undressed. Charlotte loved his enthusiasm and gave him a slow and passionate blowjob. Sadly, he didn't last very long, but his load was thick and warm. After she swallowed, she was sad to see him immediately leave, seemingly in a hurry. She was hoping to get fucked by him as well, but something about just sucking off a nameless stranger on his way to work was so hot.

She took a moment to admire her body and the beautiful set she was wearing in the mirror. Her wide hips and big boobs could barely be contained by the small blue patches of fabric, held together by golden chains. It barely covered her nipples, asshole, and pussy. It almost seemed to emphasize her natural curves even more by showing a lot of skin, but hiding the most exciting parts between a thin fabric, delicate enough to easily be torn away. Charlotte flaunted her curves in front of the large window that was more or less a glass wall, and whenever someone walked by, she threw them winks, kisses, and slutty looks, practically begging them to come in and fuck her.

Until about noon, Charlotte only had a few customers, with all of them only wanting a quick blowjob that ended in a facial or Charlotte swallowing their loads. A few of them got a peek at her breasts and even sucked on them for a bit, but none of the men seemed to last long with Charlotte, and after a while, she was left unsatisfied. She loved swallowing cum, but all the men had been quite small, and she was aching to get fucked.

Luckily for her, noon brought a rush of customers to the brothel. A lot of the men had finished their morning work and were ready to blow off some steam. After one man had once again shot his load into Charlotte's waiting mouth, a tall man immediately entered the room, leaving her no time to clean up or ready herself. Before the previous customer had even left the room, the stranger was already all over her. He pulled her bra over her head and threw her onto the bed. Charlotte chuckled and was excited for what the stranger, with a rough face, had in store for her. He started by flipping her onto her belly and pulling off her panties. She was smiling, excited to finally get fucked, when she suddenly felt a thumb push into her rear entrance. She gasped in surprise and wanted to say something, but the stranger immediately pushed in another finger, while he used his other hand to hold her by her hip.

There was nowhere to move for Charlotte, and her pleas were ignored. She had never imagined that someone would try to use her other hole for pleasure. Surely it was too tight for any sort of penetration, and yet the man worked her asshole with two fingers, and fairly quickly he was pushing in and out of her tight hole with two meaty fingers, slowly loosening her forbidden hole. At least Charlotte thought that this was somehow forbidden, and yet curiosity got the best of her, so she decided to let the man continue. He clearly knew what he was doing as he continued by spitting in his hand and using that to lube her up.

She had to admit that his fingers had felt quite good, but as the man took off his pants, Charlotte couldn't help but get at least a little nervous. Her worries only got bigger when she saw the stranger's giant cock. It was only semi-hard, but already more than 6 inches in length. The bigger problem would be his girth, though, easily the girthiest cock Charlotte had ever seen, and now he was stroking it in front of her virgin asshole.

"My name is Sam, by the way ... so you have something to scream when I fuck you"

The man literally dripped with confidence, and Charlotte was even more aroused by his deep voice. This man seemingly knew exactly what he wanted, and she would make no attempts at stopping him. After getting his cock hard and lubing up her splinter, he finally lined up his tip, ready to fuck Charlotte. Sam held her by her hips and pushed inside of her almost halfway, causing her to gasp and rock forward. Her boobs rocked back and forth as he pulled back until his cock almost slipped out. Once again, he thrust deep inside her, and she couldn't believe what was happening. The sensation was incredible, and with every thrust, the pain subsided for an increasing amount of pleasure.

"Oh my god, Sam! That feels incredible ... Ah, you're so big!"

She was breathless already, and her pussy was already soaking wet after not getting any attention from the previous customers. Charlotte couldn't hold out any longer. She pushed two fingers between her lips and began fingering herself. Sam increased both his pace and the depth he was reaching. He was properly stretching her out, and she would never be the same woman after this. Every man would know that she liked it up the ass and wouldn't hold back.

Charlotte didn't last long. After only a few minutes, Sam was now slapping against her ass cheeks with his groin, his balls bouncing so far that they slapped against her wet cunt. She had transitioned from fingering her hole to rubbing her clit, and as she approached her climax, her moans almost turned into screams.

"Oh, Sam FUCK! I'm ... I'm gonna fucking cum!"

Charlotte exclaimed, and as Sam thrust his entire length into her, she couldn't contain herself anymore. Her limbs gave out beneath her, but Sam held her up by her hips, relentlessly pounding her. She screamed his name in ecstasy as the orgasm she had waited for all morning finally came. Despite this being her first anal experience, she was already in love with the forbidden feelings it delivered and the unique mixture of pleasure and pain.

Sam kept up his tempo for a few moments, while Charlotte was still shaking from her climax, until pulling out of her. She was surprised and a bit frustrated by the sudden empty feeling, but she knew that Sam was close. He was stroking his cock behind her and breathing heavily, but before he could shoot his load, Charlotte quickly turned around so that she was lying on her back, facing him.

After Charlotte begged him to cum for her, he shot long ropes of cum all over her torso, covering her with warm and sticky cum. At this point, she was basically addicted to the taste, so she immediately picked up a strand of semen and licked her fingers clean.

After Sam left, Charlotte didn't have any time to clean herself, as the next customer immediately entered. She didn't learn his name, as he immediately dropped his pants, lined up his cock, and pounded her relentlessly. After a few minutes, he groaned and came inside of her.

Even though Charlotte was nowhere close to another orgasm, this had felt special. Instead of a mind-shattering orgasm through long and intense fucking, she had been nothing more than a cum-covered whore. Just offering her body for his pleasure and getting creampied made her feel incredibly sexy and desired. These men clearly loved her, and after watching her through the window, they were willing to pay to fuck her themselves.

Charlotte spent the rest of the day with customer after customer. A small line had formed, but the men were patient and waited their turn, even though her door was left open and she wouldn't have objected if two men had spitroasted her. She barely got any breaks, only running out to pee a couple of times.

When she came back from the bathroom as the sun began to set, there was a plate of bread and cheese along with a large glass of water on her bed. One of the girls must have prepared it for her, but even though she was hungry, Charlotte felt drawn to the tall and lanky man standing next to the bed. At this point, all the sheets were covered in cum-stains, just like her sweaty body was covered in spunk. Especially her gorgeous face was barely visible underneath a thick layer of cum.

"Looks pretty dry if you ask me ... how about a condiment?"

The man talked with a grin on his face, and his erection was already straining against his pants. They kept up the teasing dirty talk while Charlotte pulled down his pants and began giving him an ordinary blowjob. It was almost something routine already, but she did her best to put on a show. She worshipped his cock and balls and kept eye contact with him.

After he was rock hard and she was already drooling spat all over her exposed breasts, the stranger grabbed her by the hair and started fucking her face. It was unexpected, and Charlotte had no time to react to his cock penetrating her throat.

Again and again, he thrust all the way inside of her mouth, let her tongue touch his balls, and made her gag until she almost passed out. Charlotte was nothing more than a breathing hole for his pleasure, and although she nearly passed out a couple of times, she loved the helplessness.

When the stranger got close, he pulled out of her, slapped his cock against her cheek, and pointed it at the plate of food. He didn't shoot massive ropes, but kept going for a long time and managed to cover the entire plate with salty semen.

After Charlotte cleaned his cock he left, and the next customer entered immediately. He ordered her to take the plate to the window, and he bent her over right in front of the crowd. His cock wasn't huge, but he kept slapping and insulting Charlotte, only arousing her more, while she gave the crowd slutty looks as she ate the food from the plate. It was even more delicious and filling than she could have imagined.

A bunch of men outside came inside their pants or shot their load against the window when the man creampied Charlotte, causing her to climax again. She dropped the plate and the glass, covering the floor in shards of glass. Charlotte was scared to take a step, afraid of cutting up her feet. To her surprise, the next person to enter the room wasn't a man. It was one of the girls she had seen whispering in the bath that morning. She brought a broom and quickly brushed the shards of glass to the far corner of the room.

"We'll clean that up tonight, I promise. My name is Julia, by the way ... I love the way you work!"

The girl was clearly very young, barely legal, Charlotte presumed, although she knew there had been incidents of underage prostitution in the kingdom before. She was very nervous and quickly turned around and ran out of the room.

Charlotte was left speechless. Yesterday, she had been insulted, but now it seemed that at least a few of the girls looked up to her and wanted to help her out. She had no time to think about that, though, as the next customer already started undressing on the bed.

Charlotte spent the rest of the day in this seemingly endless cycle of customers, short breaks, and the girls supplying her with food and water. Towards the end of the night, they even managed to get her a much-needed glass of red wine. It rekindled her flame, and after all the customers were served, Charlotte was an unrecognisable whore. Covered in cum and bruises and completely exhausted, she still managed to put on a show for the crowd, reaching her final orgasm of the night. Afterwards, she collapsed on the bed, but a couple of girls carried her to the bath, cleaned her up, and also changed her sheets. And as promised, cleaned up the shards of glass in her room. Charlotte was incredibly thankful for everything they had done for her.

This was Charlotte's life now. She spent the next weeks having more sex than anyone in the republic, and along the way, she picked up a bunch of new kinks like boobjobs, any position you could think of, and of course, her love for cum only got stronger. Soon, the customers were no longer as patient, and Charlotte often pleasured multiple men at once while they took turns at her holes. Absolutely nothing was off limits, and while blowbangs were fun, she still preferred to get fucked by just one or two men. She also forged real friendships with a couple of the girls, talking about customers and helping each other out whenever possible.

Charlotte regularly talked with Monica and even formed somewhat of a friendship. She learned that Monica and her whorehouse had been of central importance to the revolution, which had killed her family and dethroned her. That was unimportant now, though, as Charlotte no longer thought of herself as a queen. She loved her new life, which was only possible through the heroic revolution. She despised her former husband for failing to recognise that and for sheltering her from living her life like every woman was meant to be: As a mindless whore, living for the pleasure of men. Monica was a hero of the republic and had earned enough money to open even more brothels across the city. After all, the availability of cheap sex was a central pillar of the republic. It helped the men stay fit and increased birth rates greatly. Even Charlotte was wondering when she would finally get pregnant . . .

The end?