The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

[choklatekoneko]

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.

~ Seeing her obviously busy, she sighs, thinking it wasn't meant to be, and begins walking back towards her home at Msz Luna's, but before she can, she sees Ausus, and nods, her heels clicking as her trench coat covers her, and she walks quickly to follow*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

~ Seeing her obviously busy, she sighs, thinking it wasn't meant to be, and begins walking back towards her home at Msz Luna's, but before she can, she sees Ausus, and nods, her heels clicking as her trench coat covers her, and she walks quickly to follow*

Shuffling papers, nodding to the chair in front of my desk

You got two minutes kid. What can you do?

Glancing up and seeing the trench coat.

And unless you plan to bore the men to death, what's under the trench?

 

[Light Ice]

I rip her off me. The movement is brutal, swift, and she is so light. The strength of my sinuously muscled arm unmistakable as I drag her up from her knees and twist her to face the crowd that is gathered. I wonder if they see the way that I see? I wonder if her pouted lips, tear-streaked eyes, and the hair fisted in my hand project more than their most base of explanations. She is a whore. A slut. The sexual creature inside this sleek-figured girl so much more than words manage to breath life into.

But she is more than that. She's a conduit to an energy we both feed upon, a place where eroticism pours from every palpable sensation.

She sucks air, gasps, and my free hand lifts to catch the bindings of her corset where they hold her breasts. I rip it down roughly, reveal those shapely tits to the hungry eyes that rake over her. They are not large but that suits my tastes and my hand fills itself with their pert weight, molds around their gorgeous shape until her tightened nipples are digging into the heat of my palms. I knead them, remember the length of their tips as my fingers offer them sharp, tormenting tugs.

The table groans as I bend her across it, her thighs roughly colliding with the wood and skidding it forward a bit against the floor. I hear sounds amongst the sea of unfamiliar faces. Men, breathing heavy. Women, whimpering. But of them all it is her own that hold me to this moment, the heat of her breath. The little sounds as her fingers still remain buried in the puffy pink of her slit, unceasing.

"Good girl." I say. Pleased.

She is not a brat tonight and I am glad, I want too badly to play that game. I make a promise to her, one that she will understand, as I kick her stiletto-heeled feet apart. My cock smacks soundly against one rounded cheek, then the other, leaving a wet streak of precum and her own hot saliva across the creamy surface before the final strike, the roughest, smacks wetly against her hot little kitty. She jolts against the table but I hold her firmly to it.

"Scream like a whore for me." Instructions to the untrained ear. Permission to the few that would understand it.

My first thrust is without warning. Without hesitation. It is a great roll of rugged hips, carrying with it the weight of my powerful body and all the strength it is capable of. A lesser girl, those boring girls, would be broken by the force. They'd cry mercy in fear of it. In fear of what it represents. Afraid of the lack of control.

But as my massive prick, spit-slicked and shining in the dim light, plows past her puffy petals and buries itself mercilessly hard in the tight grip of her sheath, I am reminded that she is no fucking girl. My hips slam into hers and fill the room with the sound of flesh on flesh, the force carries her up on her pretty painted toes and punishes her pussy's grip on my hard length by forcing it to stretch hard around me.

My rhythm is meant for her now. My withdraw so brutally slow. Delicious in the indulgence of friction, in the desperate way her clenching kitty makes its plea to keep me buried deep. I withdraw so painfully slow until only the very crown of my length lays trapped in her wanton grasp. And then?

The thrust is so swift, so hard, that I can feel her clenching walls give way under the ferocious pressure and incredible heat of my dick reclaiming what it has abandoned. I fuck her like this. The fist-worth of hair allowing me to wrench back, to force her elegant spine to bow dramatically, her bared tits heaving with every impact for the delight of so many nearby.

But right now she's just mine.

 

[choklatekoneko]

Shuffling papers, nodding to the chair in front of my desk

You got two minutes kid. What can you do?

Glancing up and seeing the trench coat.

And unless you plan to bore the men to death, what's under the trench?

*Nods, sitting down quickly*

Um..I can do alot...I'm very flexible...I can shake my ass really well...I was a dancer...Plus I have good oral skills...

*she opens her mouth, allowing Ausus to see the red tongue ball in her mouth.*

Oh...umm..

*she trails off, standing up, revealing her outfit*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

*Nods, sitting down quickly*

Um..I can do alot...I'm very flexible...I can shake my ass really well...I was a dancer...Plus I have good oral skills...

*she opens her mouth, allowing Ausus to see the red tongue ball in her mouth.*

Oh...umm..

*she trails off, standing up, revealing her outfit*

Leaning back in my chair, watching impassively for a moment.

Dancing skills, awesome. Listen, I do believe we are getting moving again. Here's the deal, you are hired on a trial basis, bring in some clients, show me you got skills and I'll take you on permanently, fail, and there's the door. Deal? House gets 20 percent of your take.

Also, you're more than welcome to bring your Daddy here. But he still pays for ya.

I move some papers, and snap my fingers, one of my girls delivers a drink. I look up at choklate and smile.

So you want in? And what will we call you sugar?

 

[choklatekoneko]

Leaning back in my chair, watching impassively for a moment.

Dancing skills, awesome. Listen, I do believe we are getting moving again. Here's the deal, you are hired on a trial basis, bring in some clients, show me you got skills and I'll take you on permanently, fail, and there's the door. Deal? House gets 20 percent of your take.

Also, you're more than welcome to bring your Daddy here. But he still pays for ya.

I move some papers, and snap my fingers, one of my girls delivers a drink. I look up at choklate and smile.

So you want in? And what will we call you sugar?

*nods slowly, listening to every word, her trench coat getting lain across the chair while she stood, shift her weight, her hips on each foot.*

Yes..Mam. Thats a deal. But....how do I bring clients in?

*she bit her bottom lip slowly,trying not to remain so nervous*

And..one more thing...do I need to give a demonstration?

*she looked up for a brief second, grey eyes looking around the room, eyes going wide as she sees the girl, shrugging after a moment*

I've never really thought about that. What do you think?

*she glanced down at herself, motioning toward her red and black ensemble and choklate hued skin, before moving a jet black strand of hair out her eye*

 

[monique_minx]

I can think no more than to breathe once I am able but in a surprisingly quick manner, he pulls me back, off and up. I don't remember to breathe. One sway on my heels and blackness edging on my vision and my mouth opens to gulp a searing amount of air. It feels so cold as it rushes into my lungs, filling them. I stand on now unsteadily heeled feet but his hand bound to my hair ensures I will not fall. So then, sight is not necessary and I ignore the crowd to gulp the precious oxygen down.

I feel the rush of air, the rough rub of the fabric being pulled in ways it should not go. But I ignore the crowd's heat, thinking only of him as his hand encircles my breast, filling his palm with perfection. I have never needed more than what I have. I moan softly as his calloused fingers find my hard pebbled nipples, they do as he bids, go where he pulls, hurt when he pinches. They're at his beck and call.

And then my spine is curved against its will, I feel the edge of the table at my thighs before I bother to look down at the wood grain my face is about to meet. I curve with my spine rather than risk any strain, allowing my brain the seconds it requires to catch up. The table moves unsteadily across the floor with my motions and my breath catches, praying it won't topple and take me down with it. It holds. I let my breath go.

I'm practically unaware that my fingers have been moving like an unceasing violinist all this time. My clitoris is now swollen and sensitive to touch, if, at any moment, I made the right movement, I would almost certainly cum powerfully. I'm surprised by myself to find that I haven't done that yet...

"Good girl."

Though I am kissing wood, I glow with pride when he says that. Not just because he is pleased but also because I am pleased with myself. He would surely notice that little change in me, I certainly take more pride in my own accomplishments now than I ever did before.

My heel slides sideways on the floor as he kicks it, my other skidding to a halt a few inches over from where it was. I hear and feel the loud smack against one curved ass cheek but it isn't until he hits the second one that I realize it's his prick smacking against my flesh. I wriggle with this news, a wanton little dance that conveys my every thought - there aren't many of them currently. The third smack is hard against my mound, forcing me onto the toes of my stilettos and threatening to see me crawling over the table. Only his hands gripping my hips keep me in place.

"Scream like a whore for me."

His first thrust. God. I scream to god. It knocks the air from me.

"Fuckkkkkkkkk! Uhhh!" Further screams follow, an inaudible mess of sound that allows the listener to know only one thing - I'm cumming. I have to be.

My pussy squeezes his ever persistent cock, muscles spasm and seize hold of the invader. The beautiful invader. I thrust back, I want him...I want him to...

"Uhhh! Fuck me hard, fuck me hard, fuck me hard! Please!"

I think I have gone unheeded, for a moment. He withdraws at such a leisurely pace as to make my hips grind in frustration. But this only makes the slam a surprise for me. His thrust in is so powerful that the table legs shake beneath me and I find it a wonder we haven't splintered and broken them altogether.

I scream and moan like no tomorrow, mingling sounds of animalistic ecstasy that would have a nun blushing in shame. I am in my prime. An exhibitionist. An animal. I couldn't find the humiliation in this. My breasts bared for the crowd around us as his hand forces my spine into a back breaking arch. I love it.

I scream for him, that he would want me. Harder. More. Now.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

*nods slowly, listening to every word, her trench coat getting lain across the chair while she stood, shift her weight, her hips on each foot.*

Yes..Mam. Thats a deal. But....how do I bring clients in?

*she bit her bottom lip slowly,trying not to remain so nervous*

And..one more thing...do I need to give a demonstration?

*she looked up for a brief second, grey eyes looking around the room, eyes going wide as she sees the girl, shrugging after a moment*

I've never really thought about that. What do you think?

*she glanced down at herself, motioning toward her red and black ensemble and choklate hued skin, before moving a jet black strand of hair out her eye*

So cute when they are this way, until they get mean and hard and vicious about the money, the cock, the women, I'm ranting again in my own head. Damn it.

Well, you can bring in who you know, first. And then you flirt with the guys in the lounge area, get them to buy you drinks, see if they want to partake. Enjoy it, as it were. Minx out there, hasn't been in for a while, but LI is one of her "regulars", if you will.

I do want a demonstration. In the next 24 hours I want a special performance by you. A blow by blow description of one of your special skills, or of you being naughty with yourself. Use any of the rooms, use the stage, but make it memorable. Any questions, you can message me about later.

I stand and begin to usher her out the door.

I'm thinking Candy, on account of your name. But Neko or Coco also works. And I'm sorry I'm cutting this short, I spent a long night in my girlfriends arms only to spend the evening in my Daddy's. So the boss is tired.

Feel free to watch the rest of Minx and LI, she's a filthy little thing. You might learn something.

A quick hug and kiss to Choklate's cheek

Welcome to the family, sugar.

I step away and out into the bar, leaving directions for the staff to scrub the area where Minx is. It's like I said, the girl is dirty. But good at it. And then I'm gone into the night, a smile on my face.

 

[choklatekoneko]

Coco Dutchess

She walks in, her 3 inch heels clicking against the floor. She sighs, waiting for whom she knows, removing her trenchcoat to revealthis. She sits on the couch, legs crossed, ready.

 

[Light Ice]

The return is without fanfare. His attention sharpened, picking its way through the small crowd of patrons and the familiar, slinky-dressed consorts of the House's girls. She sits, her attire properly scandalous, and it's without hesitation that he makes his way towards her.

For a moment the questions creep into his mind. There's a curiosity, a want to ask her why she's chosen to work here. The answer is most likely simple. They are all creatures of similar habits and timid as she might be, he'll make use of her. For now.

There's no need for small talk. She knows what he is here for.

"Get started, gorgeous."

The attire suits her. Hugs ample curves, lean lines. Already he's hardening, impatient with the propriety of custom. They aren't charging him to talk her up.

 

[choklatekoneko]

She sees him, spotting her immediately, his eyes glancing over her attire, making her body grow hot. She knew he could see her reddish tint underneath her browned hued skin tone.

"Get started, gorgeous."

She nods, glancing around, not at moment wanting an audience. She clears her throat, once again nodding. She sits on the floor, on her knees.

 

[Light Ice]

Timid. Scared. Insecure.

They are not regular attributes in a whore. It's been a long time since the place has recruited. For the moment he keeps his patience with the girl, reaching with one hand to drag his fingers through the silk of her hair before bidding them to retreat to the tab of his zipper. As he pulls it down the teeth hiss with metallic haste, buzzing faintly before his fingers rustle the slowly hardening length of his prick free.

It strikes the room's air, hangs before her, the velvet crown plump and spongy. He has yet to reach prominence but still, the size may be daunting. The base is shaved smooth, clean. His stomach a washboard of hardened muscles.

"Don't make me wait." He cautions.

There is no malice here but this is not the place for romance. He pays so that those pleasantries might be abandoned for the necessities of fucking. The gentle lips of her pout are more promising than her hesitant manner, and so he waits, watching.

 

[choklatekoneko]

She shivered as he touched her, eyes drifting closed for a moment before opening, the light reflecting off the metal of his zipper, before his cock sprung free, his length suprising her, and it wasn't even full. She made an audible noise- a swallow, glancing up at him before looking down once again.

"Don't make me wait." he told her, his voice sending tremors through her, and she nodding, getting closer, scooting, gently grabbing his shaft. She massaged it for a moment, getting her body in the right mind set. She finally got up the courage. She flicked out a tip of her tongue to graze the head of it.

 

[Light Ice]

Soft, wet velvet, slithering tentatively against the spongy head of my prick. I watch as the saliva forms a lewd trail from my flesh to her tongue, hanging briefly in the heated air between us before breaking. Beneath the strength of my hands I could take what I need tonight, the rough and savage means to which my strength can be applied familiar to a few of the girls already. It'd be knew to this one. Everything seemed knew to this one.

But I consider Minx for a moment, summon up some restraint. There's no use in chasing the new girl away with a rough hand. Give her time and perhaps I'd find myself willed to take the way I am capable of taking.

For now, I admire the elegant lines of her features. The soft angles, gentle planes, and smooth architecture of her feminine face. It is strange to see those big doe eyes looking up at me, filled with that shy kind of innocence. It's strange to see that in the way she looks at me while she begins to service my slowly hardening length.

"You look like a little girl with her very first dick." I comment. The words are not meant to be cruel. It's hard to imagine she knows the seduction of it all, the quiet appeal of corrupting something otherwise sweet. "You should see how big that dick looks compared to your little mouth."

My words are for a whore's ears.

I'm eager to see if she'll like them.

 

[choklatekoneko]

She got used to his taste, a mixture of salty sweetness, inhaling his scent. She grew used to the licking, timidly and begin to take more of him into her tiny mouth, just the head, sucking her mouth onto it, teeth grazing once or twice, before releasing, then repeating the process all over again. She didn't know why she had come here in the first place...all she knew was that she had, she was drawn to the place, for some reason she didn't even know at the moment.

She continued, glancing up at him occasionally, big jet black eyes gazed back up at him, his rock hard abs. She desperately hoped he was enjoying it. She needed it, needed the approval. Her mind was on one track at the moment, and if she was to be hired, she must do as she was told, and do it well. Though by any means she wasn't a whore.

Then why are you here, Coco?

She mentally shook her head, her tongue ring grazing the end of his swollen head occasionally, feeling every movement he made.

She wasn't a whore, she repeated to herself, as she sucked his cock, her mouth wet, covering.

"You look like a little girl with her very first dick."

The comment made her almost stop, and she hesitated, glancing up at him, speechless. It wasn't her first dick. Third maybe, certainly not first.

"You should see how big that dick looks compared to your little mouth."

This time, her whole head moved, his shaft still inside her mouth, it's grip loosening slightly. Her eyes burned for an unknown reason, and she restrained the urge to say anything, not wanting to know the consequences of what would happen if she did. She simply nodded, her head going back down, hand tightening around his thick shaft, growing bigger by the minute, as her tiny mouth sucked like a lollipop.

 

[Light Ice]

"A whore that doesn't like dirty talk."

It is a marvel. I am forced to wonder if she feels this is a mistake, if she regrets the moment she solicited my patronage. There is a darkness in me. It rumbles up, twisting with the deep perversion of my mood, and lends me to suddenly sink my fingers in her gorgeous sleek mane and brace her pretty face just as her head bobs back and only the plump crown of my cock is held between her tiny lips.

"That's OK, girl. You're doing well, anyway." A simple encouragement. Assurance.

The pressure her lips create on my prick has drawn it until I am raging hard, my thick length standing proud between the corded, muscular stretch of my thighs and precum begins its steady, ample drizzle down my cock's slit. I can feel her tongue swipe against it, watch her eyes as she watches mine. My breath comes now in ragged pants, chest rising and falling powerfully as I fight to steadily gain air.

I growl. Unable to help myself. Needing more. My fingers tighten in her mane, force her mouth down, begin to watch as my dick's slick flesh disappears inside her tiny mouth. The barrier of her throat is paid attention. My cockhead nudges against it, thick and hot, and I make sure she is looking into the pale glint of my eyes as I begin to split that tight tunnel and force her to take my prick as deeply as I need.

It is a ferociously erotic marvel to watch my massive length vanish, inch by inch, past her pouted lips.

 

[choklatekoneko]

Coco Dutchess

“A whore that doesn't like dirty talk."

She closed her eyes as she heard the words. She couldn’t tell whether she liked them or not. His voice made her tremble, shake with want and need, and the face she continued sucking his shaft made it all the same.

She didn’t want to stop. She ignored the last comment, despite how it sent shivers of achievement through her, happy she had been praised.

However, the tiny voice in her head, her conscious, kept screaming.

Whore.

Slut.

She opened her eyes again, the cold metal of her tongue ring repeatedly touching his swollen head. She begin tasting his precum-sweet and salty at the same time, and she licked—over and over again, gradually getting more in her mouth.

She felt his chest rise slowly, up and down, his hand in her hair. It tightened, his strong hand pushing her mouth downward, gradually letting each inch of his length in her tiny throat, causing a bit of panic in her. She feels it gradually getting closer to her throat, touching it, causing her to gag—once, then twice, the tears unable to stop themselves. She searches his eyes, seeing nothing… only getting what he needs, preventing from tearing away, despite her minds protest.

 

[Light Ice]

That stud, flicking across his skin, a bold contrast to the hot slick glide of her tongue. It was unrelenting, firm. Did girls really get these for a man's pleasure? Was it an expression of sexuality, something lingering in this girl that she'd not fully explored or entertained? It seemed a foolish thing to believe, impossible, but as she nursed his prick into her mouth and looks up at me from the sultry seat of her knees, I am forced to consider it in the wake of her acceptance.

She struggles against my thick shaft, against the plump crown, against my size. But she does not argue with the way it pushes deep, the way it fills up her pretty face and leaves her a lusty, tear-streaked shell of the composed cutie that I had first encountered. It's inspiring to watch such a gorgeous thing turn into an accepting little slut, to see her strain and fight to satisfy even as my hard meat sinks into the tunnel of her throat and denies her the air she needs.

One last press, the pressure of my fingers spread in her silken mane, and I have rooted her against me. I see the wide, teary look of in her face and wonder how she feels to have swallowed me. Her cute little nose is pressed into the firm, rugged muscle at the base of my prick. The flesh there is smooth, shaven clean, glistening with her spit.

I pull her back off my dick, watch that length of hard flesh reveal itself from the tight grip of her lips. The dim light does not hide the shine of its wetness, the slick of her drool across its veiny flesh. I let her gasp for air, let her regain herself. But the press of my fingers, their unyielding grasp in her mane is meant to give her a clear indication that her throat will be mine again.

And again.

And again.

 

[choklatekoneko]

She struggled for air. It was difficult to breathe and more tears came, constantly streaming. It was hard to swallow him, as thick as he was. The head in her corkscrewed black hair wasn’t going anywhere, she knew, and as she glanced up at him, she knew her eyes were begging and pleading-to breath, to get a bit of space, to not choke her. Each touch to her throat got a little easier, even as her mind started sending her signals that her body was in trouble.

He gave one last determined pressed, her throat opening this time, allowing his huge shaft to go all the way down her throat, completely constricting her airway. More tears came, her eyes become red, the mascara beginning to streak down her face, the hue of her brown skin becoming flushed. She smelled him, closing her eyes, desperately wanting to breathe.

He finally pulls back, slowly, and she saw the coat of saliva she left on him. Her mouth made an audible pop as it releases, her mouth letting a big gulp of air, her throat feeling the relief of the coldness, her lungs burned. She was trembling, the breathing causing her 36C sized breast to heave up and down. She glanced at him, waiting. His vice grip was still on her head, tangled in her mane.

She waited.

 

[Light Ice]

"Good. Fucking. Slut."

And she was but that was not the point. The point was in the weight of each word. The point lay in the ragged breath I needed to take before I could speak each of those simple, filthy, words. Throughout the world the term "slut" is one of derision. It is not here. The whorehouse is the home of sluts. It is their turf. In a way I am the outsider here, the invader.

I assault her throat once again, push into it, feel the tight constriction as she swallows and my thick, hot flesh is encased in the molten warmth of her mouth. Pleasure arcs through me, certain and sure, rips through my body as I begin a rhythm. My hand presses, forces her down until my prick is buried entirely in the tight sheath she provides. I can feel her tongue dragging against me, licking still, the tightened suction of her lips as I tug on her hair and wrench her back off my prick.

My eyes drift from her own, reluctantly, find the heaving swell of her breasts. She is beautiful. Soft. Curvy. A wonder.

She surprises me with how quickly she adjusts, with how much want she makes me feel. She surprises me with the beauty in this moment, the subtle femininity buried within the grit and dirt of our moment. The vision of her pretty face sinking, the feel of her throat and mouth around me, is sudden and certain. I voice my need. Certain in the dim light, in the heady state that has taken me. That place between satisfaction and the slow build toward it, I hover on the edge. Indulge myself in the pleasure of it.

"Pull the fabric aside. Let me see you." A request for her to bare the heaving swell of her breasts, to drag her attire free until the smooth expanse and creamy flesh is bare.

So very close now.

 

[choklatekoneko]

“Good.Fucking.Slut.”

She froze, even her breathing stop, for a brief moment, the burning in her eyes returning. There was the word again.

She didn’t bother to correct him. Where was she? In this place, where that’s how their named. No decent name, just slut. Girl. Whore.

She sighed hard, glancing up at him before immediately putting her eyes down, not glancing him in the eye for more than a second.

The next moment, her airway was blocked once again by his shaft, pushing her tiny mouth all the way, until once again she saw his belly button, her throat once again opening, tongue constantly licking to please him. She needed the please-she needed the approval. He pulled her back roughly, her mouth once again a suction cup to his thickening member.

She looked up at him, her mouth wet, eyes big and brown with innocence. She saw him glance over her body, lust filled eyes.
"Pull the fabric aside. Let me see you."

She stares for a moment, finally nodding. She moved her hair to one side, a tangled mess, and carefully handled her straps aside, allowing the small amount of fabric she had on her breasts to be pushed, her dark nipples springing free.

 

[Light Ice]

She might not ever wear the words, or wear them kindly. Some things simply do not take. It does not matter. Her mouth is more than I had anticipated. A hot vice. Liquid pleasure. The ferocious way that I ache has crept into my rippled stomach, curled my toes within my shoes, and left me to once again thread my fingers deep in her hair and pull her back off my length. A line of drool connects its spongy head to her lower lip, pouted and swollen from the way that I have used what she has offered me.

I do not speak now because words fail me. My breath is heavy, ragged as I take my shaft in my long fingers and jerk from the base along the spit covered shaft. Once. Twice. It takes no more, here in the dim light, with her sultry shape curled on her knees before me.

It isn't the power of the position that intoxicates me. It's the poise she takes, that women take, when they sink to their knees. The vision of elegant, girlish features. Eyes up, focused on me. It displeases me when they drop but I will their return, needing to look into them as my climax broils and my heavy balls tighten.

The line of her lean shoulders, the heaving swell of her breasts. Dark nipples, tightened against the cool air and what I choose to believe as desire. The length of her spine, rounded hips, the globes of her ass. Little feet. Coiled legs. A vision.

I am intoxicated by the vision.

And I cum, looking down at it, my thick dick jerking wildly in my hands. Powerfully. Flexing as I feel the hot jets start to roll through my veined length and leap from the velvet crown of my cock. The first I aim towards her face, watch as it splashes against her cheek and arcs a pearly rope from that smooth skin across her pouted lips and down her chin and graceful throat. The next strikes her collarbones, splashes hot and thick between her breasts. I paint them, let the jets strike her. I let them cover her, coat her. I let her dark nipples take the hot glaze of my seed until at last my prick is a dribbling, semi-hard image of my own satisfaction.

And the hand in her hair urges her forward, to clean me. To suckle the last of what lays within.

"Incredible start." A job well done. A transaction near completion. She will become busy here if she chooses to be.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Slamming the door to my office. Two wily bastards. Men. Resting my head against the door. Breathing. Hiding. Better.

The new girl Neko is cute, she needs just a little help. I think the want is there, but I wonder where it comes from. If she feels like she's a slut and enjoys sex, or if she's afraid of it. Got to hand it to the kid tho. Taking on LI. He's a handful for even the most talented among us. She needs a sweet guy to help her on her journey, then a few assholes.. is a good thing I know a few.

 

[Light Ice]

I'm back in the lounge, eyes cutting over the girls filtering past. Even I'm not certain what tastes I'll indulge tonight. The only thing that is beyond debate is that I've expensive tastes...

and the need to see them sated, frequently.

 

[choklatekoneko]

~She walks in slowly, wearing a simple pink robe tonight, contemplating what to get into.*