The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

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I hear movement from downstairs, and I know I should get up. But I am aching and the sunlight hurts and ugh.

I practically crawl into my shower, the heat washing some of the soreness away. I wonder when I will learn to shut the hell up. Probably never. Gingerly I pick out a soft fluttery chemise and crawl back into bed.

The fuckers want me today, they can come find me.
 
His eyes are on Minx as she enters and prepares herself a drink. The curve of her ass through the soft material, the hint of skin through the slit. Delicious. He takes another sip of his bear as she turns and asks her question.

Comfy, yes. Slightly lazy and bored, too.

He moves to join her, and lean against the bartop as he takes another swig.

Have you seen Ausus lately?
 
I shake my head at him

No, she hasn't come down just yet...

My eyes shift as the front door opens and I half expect Ausus for some reason. I grin in a silly manner, shaking my head a little as Vail appears.

Hey Vail...

I drink in her attire and lick my lips, stifling a groan

...fuck you look gorgeous!
 
Waves to Vail and grins.

Hey there, my dear sweet untouchable. Get you a drink?
 
Hardly untouchable...you just don't qualify ;)

Jagermeister, ice cold would be nice
 
Winks at Vail with a giggle

You just said my three favourite words. Little. Black. Dress.

And you always look gorgeous to me hunny, it's hard to find you on a bad day
 
grinning and blushing...curling a finger to see if the minx would like to come closer
 
Hardly untouchable...you just don't qualify ;)

Jagermeister, ice cold would be nice

Chuckles.

As the discussion panned yesterday, everything is from a perspective. And from mine, you're untouchable. I stand by my first statement.

Smiles and pours the drink, handing it to Vail.
 
accepting the drink, icy and sweet, trickling between my lips, just a bit
 
Waves at Luna as she enters and exits, I pout a little as I wonder when my wolven will come to stay and play. I sip my drink as my eyes return to appreciate the sight that is Vail, I swallow hard and blush as she crooks her finger in my direction. I set my drink on the bar and slip over to her, coming closer as I clasp my hands behind my back and almost look the part of a bad school girl; if only bad school girls wore evening gowns...

Yesh Miss Vail?......
 
appreciating, greatly, hwo her body moves...like her namesake...and how her gown dances with her...holding my hand out to her, palm down...coyly
 
I stretch my hand out and innocently place it in hers. It's a trusting motion, my eyes lifting to meet her own, wondering what she has in mind as I draw near...
 
My god what a decision. He groaned as her impossibly soft natural breasts slapped around his shaft. the images of the last few moments a glorious replay in his head, and being blown away by the exquisite torture that she committed upon him now.

How did she know he couldn't resist titfucks?

He saw the thick lines of his pre mingled in her saliva, dripping off her chin, making her look like she'd already accepted the final selection he was going to make. He was going to paint this woman's face and breasts. Her challenge gleamed in her eyes. She was stronger, better, able to easily make her whore cum and waste himself. Oh what a game. What a woman, she was. And she had no idea the trouble she was about to get herself into.

Her tongue dipped over him, and he gasped. Her words echoed in his head, and he grit his teeth biting his lower lip. her breasts took him, powerfully, keeping him, demanding from him, her eyes full of a want, and lust and need. the beautiful blue orbs, holding him every bit a captive as the bouncing dusky nippled orbs did. He moaned, and then broke. A small line about facial treatments flitted in his mind. And it was instantly forgotten as his self control snapped.
"Why would I ever want to stop myself from cumming all over your face miss?"

"It's not like I can't get it up again. And seeing you washed in sperm like a common cumrag here would probably help me keep it hard. So I can fuck that silken slut's pussy of yours."

The words were coming out of his mouth without a filter. He felt gone, remembering only how much she taunted teased, how much she loved the line about being a cocksucker. It was improprietous. Aus might have his head for talking to a customer like that who didn't like it. But something in her eyes said do it. Douse me, and lose control. Break on me, whore. Like a notch on my lipstick case. How wrong she was, But oh how right. Her breasts were too much. Her request undeniable. Her challenge accepted.

He came. Hot torrents of his seed spattering inside her cleavage, and more as it entered her mouth, thick creamy jets unloading into her mouth, and throat. filling it almost instantly, and overflowing it soon after. It Dribbled from her mouth, in pearl filled rivers.

And the words came from his.


"Oh fuck Natalie. Shit, I'm cumming. I'm cumming for you, miss. this whore is painting your face, your breasts, and making you a little blonde jizzmop. Oh yeah. Take this whore's seed, all over your gorgeous little spermsucking face."

Lastly as he stood. Panting. Gasping. Even somewhat defeated, he smiled. Not simply for the amazing orgasm she had procured from him. Because he was still hard, flagging in her face.

"Now let's get to that pussy of yours."

On hold until we can finish this.

Natalie was panting. Long, increasingly loud pants of excitement from that lip gloss smeared mouth, swollen from cramming the most incredible prick she’d ever tasted beyond maximum capacity into her hungry cavity. She could see it, hear it: he wasn’t looking at her as the client anymore, a woman to be pleasured, a task to be completed. All her loving cocksucking and lusty titfucking had made this powerful stud forget himself completely, and he wanted her, wanted to wreck her like SHE was the whore, the courtesan, the well-paid slut. It was the most erotic sight she’d ever witnessed, seeing a man with such potent sensuality lose control as she pleasured him on her knees. Tousled blonde beauty was actually staring at him in awe: how could she possibly have stirred such a reaction from a man of his caliber? Could he want her as much as she needed him?

She craved his release with an intensity that made her entire body hum with need as every word poured from his moaning mouth. He boasted that he could keep it up, and she moaned as hands slapped breasts around cock with a manic fever. Gorgeous face had an aggressive, hedonist’s stare, as she interjected, “Ohhh, yeah? Yes, yes, cum on me, ohh yeah, fuck my pussy after you take my slutty tits, c’mon baby.” That hissing, groaning mouth parted in an ‘O’ of unbridled hunger.

And then…

“Ohhhhhhhyeaaaah!” Thick, white ropes of gooey seed exploded onto her massive expanse of cleavage, coating the young, satin skin, dripping over sensitive, tingling nipples, and best of all, shooting inside that wanting, waiting mouth. Tongue fell out to claim its salty-sweet prize, swallowing and lapping up the area around her lips, greedy to taste every last drop. He came and came, and she slowed down, just squeezing those tits around his oversized dick, wanting all of him, needing to see it, and hoping he knew that she’d die happily on her knees for him, just like this, so long as he used her the exact same way.

“Mmm, you do taste good…” sex-laced voice purred affectionately when he finally stopped and stood, amazingly rock hard again. Those eyes were high beams of blue adoration, as an Adonis loomed over her. She spied a few drops of sticky jizz that had somehow hit back against his own muscular thigh, and that devious mouth stopped to suck it off the skin there, before she rose on long legs. Fingers massaged cum into those tits, before she slipped two between her lips and suckled, gazing into his radiant, well-spent face.
 
I straighten up and smile softly, lowering my eyes with a pinkish tinge to my cheeks.

No Miss Vail, never

and that, prettyminx, will never, ever change.
backs of my fingers and nails running from under your chin, down your throat
 
Pretty Minx, have you ever thought I wanted you to behave with me the way you behave with others?

You mean you don't want her to be a slut?

Chuckles and polishes off the rest of his beer.

Sorry, I really couldn't resist...
 
Oh, I wouldn't expect you to have resisted, but, y'know, thats just me ;)
 
and that, prettyminx, will never, ever change.
backs of my fingers and nails running from under your chin, down your throat

Shivers as her fingers run over my skin, my eyes flickering to Leo and I blush a little, sticking my tongue out at him

Yes thank you sticky beak

Rolls my eyes and returns my attention to Vail, my hand moving up to cup her hip, she makes me nervous and I don't really know why!
 
leans in very...very...close and whispers so only the minx can hear...my fingertips brushing along her supple neck
 
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