Krakow Prostitute


Krakow was an interesting city for Miko. A young prostitute from a small town in Poland, she had moved to the big city to make her fortune. She had been warned by her mother and other women who had gone before her that the city was dangerous and that the men who walked its streets were the most vile and wicked of creatures. She had been warned to keep her eyes open and her wits about her at all times.

Miko had made her way through the city, attracting the attention of men wherever she went. They were drawn to her like moths to a flame, their eyes lingering on her as she passed by in a way that made her uncomfortable. The thought of what they might offer her was both tantalizing and frightening all at the same time and she felt that if she stayed in the same place too long they would find her and take her away to some unknown fate.

The streets of Krakow were not just filled with men looking for prostitutes. There were also women, some of them just like Miko. They were women who had come to the city to make their fortunes in the same way Miko was. They were there to offer sex and pleasure to the men who paid them for it. Miko had heard of some of the women and their stories, but she had never met them or seen them in action.

Miko decided to take a chance and visit one of the better-known brothels in the city. She had heard stories of the pleasure to be found there and the thought of it filled her with a strange kind of excitement. She took a deep breath and entered the brothel.

The room she entered was large and filled with people. At the center of it all was a large bed, on which two women were entertaining two men. Miko gasped at the sight before her, amazed at how passionate and sensual the women were. She could feel her body heat up with arousal as she watched them.

A hand grabbed her shoulder suddenly, and she spun around to see a large, balding man. He smiled at her, his eyes full of promises that made her skin crawl. He asked her if she wanted to join them, but she shook her head, not trusting his intentions. He told her that she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to, and that he would pay her well. Miko reluctantly followed him to a private room.

The man undressed and laid down upon the bed, his eyes burning into her with a kind of hunger she had never seen before. He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply, his hands exploring her body in ways that sent waves of pleasure through her. His touch was gentle but firm, and Miko felt her body respond to his caresses.

He took her then, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Miko found herself feeling something she hadn’t expected to; an intense pleasure that she had never felt before. She moaned beneath him, her body arching to meet his thrusts as he drove her to a state of high arousal.

Miko came in a shuddering, blissful orgasm as the man threw his head back and groaned with pleasure. She lay beneath him afterwards, feeling spent and yet strangely contented. She had experienced something amazing and something she had never experienced before.

Miko left the brothel after her experience with a sense of satisfaction, but also a sense of caution. She had seen what could happen if she stayed too long and put herself in danger, and she vowed to stay away from such places in the future. But she also knew that she had discovered something she never would have experienced any other way; a rare pleasure that the men of Krakow had to offer.