The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

[Ausus_girl13]

Laughs wrapping myself around her, moving our bodies together.

I follow you too, you know that.. and this out fit is amazing. My hands slip down and squeeze her ass, over her shoulder I wink at AMC.

Told you. Starting hell.

 

[amchentai]

When you starting something Ausus it's always nice to have front row seats.

Takes my drink and moves to a more comfy seat near the dance floor.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

I thought it would go well with yours...refined and slutty alongside twisted and slutty.
There's such balance in nature

unable to keep from giving a little grind, and slip a mischevious hand through the slits

Then again, you are pretty yummy slutty no matter what you have on, so its usually a win for me

letting my body find the rhythm...the bass issuing through the speakers slowly taking control...wrapping itself around my arms...hips...thighs...

 

[Ausus_girl13]

A raised eyebrow in the general direction of AMC, only to be completely distracted by the piece of candy in my arms. I drop to the floor, watching her belly move before my eyes, then slide up slowly, keeping her close, the beat, my pulse all in time.

Her lips meet mine for a minute, she tastes like candy too. This makes me giggle.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

I can feel her rising up, not touching me, but so very close, her heat running over my like fingers...and her kiss, far too quick, far too short...
but isn't it always

I turn her in my arms, my body pressed to her back...my hips guide hers...hands roam her sides...teasingly...while I breath in the scent of her hair, as her head rests back against my shoulder

I'm a teenager...learning to dance with my girlfriends...smiling and without a single care

 

[Ausus_girl13]

It's always too easy to dance in her arms, to move together. I intertwine our fingers, and wrap her arms around me, I can't help spinning in those arms and dipping my head to kiss her neck.

It's easy and fun and I always win.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

turning my head, I catch her lips as the leave my neck...not a hard kiss, a cool, twirling kiss..the tip of a tongue peeking out, playing gently

my hips and hers moving in equally languid circles, thighs pass between each others, backs arch...

but my arms never move, never release her, not for a single moment

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I bring her close, no longer playing, my lips descending on hers and parting them easily, she tastes like candy and her and I want her so bad but the real world is enticing me out and I must leave. I so hope that some intrepid souls use this space, for I do love it so. I shall come back, myself.

Another kiss to those perfect lips and I vanish.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

dizzy more form the kiss than from the sudden mist in my arms...a soft laugh of delight because every moment with her is exactly that...delight...and I let myself collapse, ballet-like, in a pile on the floor

oh well

laying back, giggling

 

[amchentai]

Waving to Ausus as she leave I get up and walk over to Vail_Indigo and offer my hand to help her up off the floor.

You'll catch a cold if you lay there.
Or if you'd rather lay there can I bring you a drink?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Waving to Ausus as she leave I get up and walk over to Vail_Indigo and offer my hand to help her up off the floor.

You'll catch a cold if you lay there.
Or if you'd rather lay there can I bring you a drink?

Oh, just bring me a bottle of Jack Daniels, I think. Trust me, my credit is good here
still giggling and rolling back and forth on the floor

 

[amchentai]

I nod and head over to the bar and return shortly with a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels and set it next to Vial_Indigo, just far enough away so she won't knock it over, but close enough so she can reach out to grab it.

It's on me.
So what are you going to do till Ausus returns?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

I nod and head over to the bar and return shortly with a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels and set it next to Vial_Indigo, just far enough away so she won't knock it over, but close enough so she can reach out to grab it.

It's on me.
So what are you going to do till Ausus returns?

Ahhh...she's not returning. I'll probably stagger off to bed...I'm an early riser, regardless of what time I go to sleep. So staying up late can be bad for little old me.

 

[amchentai]

Nods knowing what it's like to wake up at the same time every day even if you went to bed only a hour before.

Well then I will head out so as not to keep you from your nice warm bed!
It's been nice talking to you and hope we do so again some time =)
Good night Miss Vial_Indigo!

Bows to Vial_Indigo before headed out for the night.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Nods knowing what it's like to wake up at the same time every day even if you went to bed only a hour before.

Well then I will head out so as not to keep you from your nice warm bed!
It's been nice talking to you and hope we do so again some time =)
Good night Miss Vial_Indigo!

Bows to Vial_Indigo before headed out for the night.

G'night! Talk to you soon, I'm sure!

takes a long messy drink

 

[Light Ice]

He enters, little fanfare. The cut of his eyes intent and the money in his wallet suddenly, and abruptly, heavy.

 

[monique_minx]

"You know, I definitely preferred the avatar you had before..." My voice comes long before I appear in the doorway, "...It suit you much better. More class."

I step into the Whorehouse after the longest hiatus I've had from here, dressed, no doubt, to suit the surroundings.

"How've you been LI?"

 

[Light Ice]

My attention strays, eyes narrowing in the room's dim light to mark her approach. There is little to be said. My arrival announces my state. The way my stare cuts its masculine appraisal over her lissome shape, her gentle curves, makes clear my intentions. In a moment my hand stretches, bridging far more than the distance between us. I reach across the breadth of her absence, across the lengthy hours this place has gone quiet in her stead. I reach...

and find a gently rounded hip, bound in lace, beneath the calloused weight of my palm and the strength of my fingers.

"I want business with you tonight."

 

[monique_minx]

I toss my hair back from my face with a coy smile as his fingers silently capture my hip and I take a step forward, unnervingly steady in high heels. My acrylic nails find one of his broad shoulders and take gentle hold to keep my balance.

"Then business you shall have." My smile becomes one of familiarity and I gesture with my free hand to the surroundings, "You should know your way around here by now."

 

[choklatekoneko]

~CK walks in slowly, shyly, her hips naturally swaying as she walks into the entrance, nervous but wanting to get a job here desperately*


Um..anyone here?

 

[Light Ice]

"Here."

Words have ever failed me. It is the tactile realm of action in which I am most comfortable. The stride she takes closes distance, lays us intimately near. She is far more appropriately dressed for this. For us. My hand glides across the lace clad curve beneath it, slips along to the small of her back and presses until her lean shape is crushed to my own.

The awareness of her is sudden and certain. I've been hard since my arrival, since before, aching and shameless in my intention in this place but, fuck, does the warmth of her lissome and softly-curved body against my own make the need so great that it is everything that I am, all the self-control nestled within me, to not throw her down on the floor and fuck her right there.

But her mouth is soft, her lips pink, and I let my hunger be voiced in the claim my kiss makes on them. There, trapped against me, I welcome her to the halls she once called a home of sorts. I kiss her until we are a tangle of soft tongues, sweet breath, and my free hand busies itself with remembering the soft plain of her corset-clad belly. It lifts, fills itself with a tightly-bound breast, strong fingers intent on clenching down and allowing her to feel the possession of my touch.

"Get my dick wet, pretty girl." My words are an almost patronizing rumble against her mouth. "I don't want it to hurt until I'm ready to hurt you."

 

[monique_minx]

~CK walks in slowly, shyly, her hips naturally swaying as she walks into the entrance, nervous but wanting to get a job here desperately*


Um..anyone here?

My eyes glance peripherally to the newcomer, no doubt seeking an audience with me or another of the staff but such matters would wait as I am alone and entertaining a client. Such things, come first here. She would just have to leave me a message.

"Here."

The word, singular, ringing in my ears until it fades to a dull echo in my brain. His voice is rough, it creaks with a lustful mentality and I know exactly what he wants. Words are wasteful between us in this space. Here and now, we are what we were in another contract of entangled limbs. There is not the uncertainty there once was, certainly not on my part. He's a regular now, as he ever was and I know those quirks. I've learned his pet peeves, I am more confident with him now. He pulls me closer with that strength he possesses. It's not needed but I love to feel it.

His lips are swiftly upon mine, my moist pink mouth is devoured beneath his 5 o'clock shadow. It is not fierce nor incredibly passionate but as a starter, it doesn't need to be. My tongue twirls with his as though tracing memories past and my eyes flutter to half-lids as a tingle between my legs alludes to what's to come. His hand roams to the softly bound flesh of my breast and I release a soft moan as his mouth releases mine, just a little. The hand grasps my flesh and squeezes, like it would take it with it wherever it would go.

"Get my dick wet, pretty girl. I don't want it to hurt until I'm ready to hurt you."

My hand is already scoping the plains of his roughly muscled torso, making a clear track downward as he speaks.

"Then I'll make sure you're ready soon." I murmur hotly against his lips as my fingers find his zipper and tug it down hard, making a louder than entirely necessary noise.

I slip down slowly, my lips brushing his one last time before I sink to my knees. His hands running free over my flesh until I am there at last. I release his shaft from its fabric confines with nary a glance, my eyes trained to his completely. My hand wraps the base of his incredibly hard cock and I'm forced to look, conveying my surprise at his rock hard state. I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue before they encircle the head of his member, releasing a moan as I relish what is to come.

My eyes look up at his face as my mouth sinks slowly, sucking his dick like a long lollipop. Sinking on it. Holding like a vacuum. Before slowly rising, holding, lifting to the tip and sinking again. A smile tugging at the edges of my mouth, I'm eager. And so obvious.

 

[Light Ice]

I tire of girls easily.

She is a sultry thing, sleek and seductive in all the little ways that so many girls cannot be. The little press of her small hand to my chest. The way her fingers smooth down the rugged stretch of my stomach and nimbly tug my zipper until the buzz of parting metal teeth fills the space around us. She does not hesitate. She doesn't wish for me to coddle her, to assure her. We do not waste time on the chatter and banter, the motions that girls embrace mechanically like the endless battery of Disney Movies have insisted they do.

To call her a professional would be unkind and untrue. This is not a cold transaction. I am not here to simply cum. I am here because she lifts her eyes to mine and does not allow them to stray. I am here because her mouth is a slick, tight embrace around my length that conveys far more than the need to satisfy. She is a greedy thing. Even as the rough fingers of my hand thread their way in her mane, bury themselves until I can tug back and send pain arching through her, she is a hungry thing on those stocking-clad knees amidst the crowd of the cathouse's common room.

We do not entertain shame here.

"Fuck." It is a rumbling sigh of satisfaction, a means to convey to her what she already knows by the way my cock twitches hotly against her tongue. The ample beads of precum that drip from the crease in my plump, velvet crown. My hard flesh pulses ceaselessly, my stomach's muscles bristle as pleasure arcs through me. The gentle sink of her face, the bob of her lips as they glide across smooth skin, as erotic as the hungry and whorish glint fashioned in her beautiful eyes.

"Go ahead and play with your pussy, girl."

Because we both know she wants to. Because I can smell the heavy sweetness of her desire from here and there is no point in denying her, in playing the game. I will make a time for that. I will return to put her through the paces that so few know that I am capable of.

But tonight I want. I want too badly to fuck around. And as my fingers press upon the back of her head I let her know just how much, forcing the tight tunnel of her throat to stretch and ignoring the sudden wide-eyed shock in her gorgeous face. Ignoring the fact that the fire of my cock stretching its way into her throat, plowing deeply until her button nose is pressed to the smooth, flat muscle above my prick's base, still has its way of frightening her.

But I do not ignore her need for air, or the desire to watch her sputter and spit across my dick. I do not ignore the feeling of the strangers watching, of their envy as I force-feed the Minx inch after inch of my prick and then drag her off it with a brutal tug in her crimson hair.

She'd get two gulps of oxygen if she was lucky. A pair of seconds to fill her chest with her breath, to heave those corset-clad tits in a way that makes every dick in the room as hard as mine. A second more.

And then I'd force her down on me again.

"Naughty fucking slut."

It's a compliment now. It so seldom is. But she is not a girl and I do not tire of her.

 

[monique_minx]

It's not unusual for a woman to be so bored, so mechanical during a blowjob as to cease all thought and desire, have their eyes go as blank as their minds as they robotically perform the task at hand. Especially a whore. Whores make sex their jobs, I might be a whore but sex has never been merely a job for me. It's my obsession. And a specimen such as the one before me now, here, makes experimenting all the more fun. Sex is fun, should be fun. Never dull, boring or mechanical. I cannot imagine what such a thing would be like.

His blistered fingers make no apologies as they entangle in my once smooth and bouncy waves, taking rough hold and control should they wish it. Of course, my mouth only splits wider, my tongue only moves faster and I only suck just a little harder on his beautiful prick. But, he knew that before he ever grabbed my hair. My reaction? Priceless.

"Fuck."

It enriches my whole being to know he has relished the reward of rewarding me, it's an endless circle of lust in which he cannot tread wrong where I am concerned. If he is vulgar then I am wanton. If he is rough then I am horny. He cannot be wrong when he is aroused. I know this. He does too. He can see the glow in my eyes, feel the tighter circle of my lips that glide up and down his length, my tongue that flickers out and wraps his shaft as a snake would before releasing it to repeat the process. But always, always upping the anti.

The gentle wriggle of my hips to deal with the hunger between my legs does not go unnoticed by him. Just as those that surround us, watching and wanting doesn't go unnoticed by me...but it does go untouched. They want. But they wait. He's my focus.

"Go ahead and play with your pussy, girl."

My hand at rest on my stocking clad thigh glides slowly upwards, caressing the edges of the lace and moving the delicate black fabric aside to that my hand might slip beyond it. I moan appreciatively around his shaft, he can see the light that comes into my eyes as my thighs spread further and I might satisfy the need within my dripping slit.

He pushes forward, that hand wrapped in my tresses tightens to warn of what is to come. My eyes widen, chocolate brown orbs that are attempting to cope, attempting to ready themselves for what is to come. He presses harder, urging his rock hard prick deep into the tight confines of my slender throat. Water wells up within the brown of my eyes and I gag sharply, sending a wave of saliva splashing over his cock. My throat tries to relax while I try to breathe through my nose and my fingers twitch like a guitar player's over my clit. Multitasking some might say, I think it requires much more skill than that. I still haven't figured out how I manage it...perhaps it's the unthinking animal within that merely does it...

My nostrils press to his muscled pelvis, leaving but two small slits there. However, he is now too far down my throat for air. My convulsions remind me I'm alive as I wait, my thighs grow slick with sweat and need. Tightening muscles that want to be loosened. Fuck, fuck me! My eyes say to him while another tear rolls off my cheek. It's dirty and torturous almost, tawdry but raw...I want him.

He releases my throat, my mouth falls from the end of his prick in a loud gasp, a gulp of sweet air expanding my lungs. My chest rising as far as bone will allow, falling again. Rising once more, falling, rising before his hand shoves me down again. I slide greedily downward, preparing to choke myself all over again. No fear and no shame. My eyes alight and still dripping water.

"Naughty fucking slut."

I bob enthusiastically just once, letting him know what he already knows - fuck yes, I am!

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Sweeping in, a slightly amused grin on my face. Not two days back and she's booking clients and fucking already. Whore. Good whore. It's why she's co-owner. I spot the newcomer and wave her to my office.

Minx fucks, and I do the books. It's why we are still in business. Plus. I'm gonna charge LI double. Cause I can and he likes it when I screw him.

The newcomer, cute. I'll have to see what she's capable of.