The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

The Whorehouse is hot!


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Hands moving to her hips, surprisingly strong fingers gripping, guiding, grinding

I think it means you are a dirty thing, a needful thing.
That you are made of want.

Burying my face into her neck, her hair, feeling the heat of her hungry body
 
Those fingers were devilish. Then you must feeling of them on nylon and lace…exquisite. I felt so used in this moment.

Then you must enjoy playing in the dirt…oh so very much.

Her face was lovely and her lips.



 
Enters the main room, looking around to find a nice seat to observe all the wonderfully gorgeous ladies, wedding ring glinting in the light as I sit. I smile occasionally at those who walk by and glance at me, keeping to myself and watching quietly.
 
I notice the beautiful curves of all the ladies as they wander by, stealing glances, fantasizing what it would be like spending even a single evening with one of them. But I do not voice my desires. I keep to myself, nursing a small metal flask I keep on me, hoping that someday I shall have what I desire.
 
She stops at the door, taking a moment to leave a gift basket in the hands of the Madam.

“For the Minx if you could pass it along please.”

A folded note tied to the basket reads:

Thanks for reminding me that women have boobs one can play with.
She receives the gift basket and all but cackles upon reading the note while musing softly, "I'm not sure you needed reminding of that my sweet but I am always here for any and all helpful suggestions on the ride!"

She notes the new face of Lux and smiles kindly, "And what do you seek here, Sir?"
 
I give the lovely lady addressing me an almost sad smile. "Passion? Desire? Sin? Lust? Sex in endless quantity? Satisfaction and satiation to the hunger that gnaws at me always? Perhaps a hint of... appreciation or romance in someone I could truly call a secondary partner? At this point, even I'm not so sure."

I turn my gaze toward the beautifully decorated arches lining the ceiling, my eyes ponderous and my jaw set in a faint grimace, as if straining to keep back a wave of sadness that might overwhelm me if it ever broke past my walls... "I doubt I'll ever find such a woman. Ive wandered the world of literature and erotica for so long searching for her. I stumbled across this place, and it seemed... Warm? Inviting, perhaps? I don't know... I think I just needed somewhere to rest. To catch my breath."

I lift my flask to her, admiring her beautiful eyes, offering a toast. "To the ladies of the house, for offering such shelter and hospitality for someone like me. It is appreciated more than you'll ever know." I take a deep swig, then bottle the flask closed, twisting and turning it in my hands whilst staring down at it... The occasional clink of my wedding ring colliding with its metal surface heard faintly by those who might listen for such details.
 
"The Whorehouse has always been inviting of anyone who wishes to explore."

She wanders over to the bar to select a bottle of whiskey before mixing it with ginger ale in a glass. Then she turns, leans back against the bar and appraises the stranger.

"You're less forward than most that venture here. I'm Minx, proprietor and...adventure capitalist. Though generally when I ask what someone seeks here, it's a little less vague and a lot more 'a hard fuck with or without whips and chains'."

She giggles, sips her drinks and then licks her lips.

"So don't be shy now."
 
I smile, watching her mix her drink, my eyes unable to resist drinking in her curves.

"I apologize. I don't mean to be vague. I've been married for 3 years, and my wife and I have agreed to practice Ethical Non Monogamy. This affords me the chance to explore with any ladies who would be interested in doing so, though my particular fetishes are... frowned upon by some. It has been difficult to find someone who not only enjoys the same fetishes, but my personal company as well. You see, while I am a hypersexual man with sinful desires and insatiable needs, I'm also a hopeless romantic."

I sip more of my flask, it's contents known only to my tongue.

"I would, without a doubt, enjoy long, slow, seductive foreplay followed by a 'hard fuck', as you say. But I also want the lady that gives me such an experience to be more than a fling or a brief experience, but instead someone I could grow very close to, perhaps even have a relationship with."
 
"Funny place to come to if you're looking for a relationship."

She quirks an eyebrow and sips her drink slowly then pauses to stir it with the straw thoughtfully.

"But I am intrigued about these fetishes of yours. Then again, most people could attest to the fact that I can talk about kink all day. So spill the beans on that one if you please."
 
I stuff my flask back into my pocket, twiddling my ring around my finger with an embarrassed, almost shameful look. I look down, unable to say while looking directly into her gorgeous eyes. "I... like to pretend I'm cheating on my wife when I'm with other women. Bring seduced by their dirty talk, teasing touch, and sinful foreplay to the breaking point; I like giving in to such sinful desires..."
 
Listens to the two of them talking and smiles gleefully. Looks at the hand twiddling the ring and ponders.

“You are in luck because we all like to pretend here…in our own way. I’m sure you’ll find what you are searching for”
 
I turn and smile softly at the new voice gracing my ears. I shift in place, trying to hide the... bulge... growing in my pants...

"I truly hope I do. Although if I did... I think I would need a private space to explore that with someone. I'm by no means an exhibitionist. Are there... private rooms here?"
 
“There are private rooms…” taking a glance down to the bulge building in his pants and poking my tongue into my cheek cheekily. “…and there are private room” I added teasingly as I swivel on the chair to his direction crossing one leg over the other…adjusting the top of a stocking peaking under the hem of a black ruffle high-low hemline skirt.


 
My eyes flicker down to her stockings, the bulge building in my pants twitching even more...

"I think I would very much appreciate a night in the latter... A proper private room away from prying eyes... With a truly sinful woman..."

I lock eyes with her, still holding my flask in my hands...

"Do visitors need permission from the ladies of the house to utilize such a private room?"
 
She listens to the banter between the two of them and licks her upper lip with a giggle.

"Oh if Baddie wants to make money for me, she's more than welcome to. I recommend the Fantasy room for first timers. It has everything you need...and things you didn't think you needed."
 
I can't help but grin, looking back at the Minx...

"Perhaps I will be fortunate enough to enjoy the company of two different ladies tonight.... I can be quite... greedy, especially in the bedroom..."

My eyes glance up and down Minx's curves very appreciatively...

"I have a good feeling about this place... I have a strong sensation that I'll be here for quite a long time..."
 
She listens to the banter between the two of them and licks her upper lip with a giggle.

"Oh if Baddie wants to make money for me, she's more than welcome to. I recommend the Fantasy room for first timers. It has everything you need...and things you didn't think you needed."
If you loan out my sybian one more time without permission…
 
I put my hands up, as if in surrender, glancing at yet another beautiful woman as she enters and speaks in a sharp tone. "I do not want to cause any trouble with anyone. So I will adhere to whatever policies and rules the ladies of the house have established."
 
Walks through the door and admires the sights, open-mouthed

How did I not know this place existed?
 
And suddenly the room was filled with people, of course Vi would leave me alone to handle all this...that bitch.

"Sweet Dust, would I do that?"

I flutter my lashes in her direction as innocently as I can muster - it's probably not terribly innocent, let's face it. Then I turn to the other new faces.

"Welcome to the Sinful Vixen, a few could probably attest to a great deal of mind fuckery here if I'm honest but it's not my main point of sale."
 
Smiles at how lively it's suddenly gotten, sipping on my flask some more.

"Well, if any of the ladies of the house would welcome my company in one of the private rooms, I'd welcome the experience. Thank you Minx, for your kindness and warm hospitality."

I give her a slight bow, my eyes doing their very best to keep eye contact and not wander too far, though her curves and outfit make that quite difficult.
 
I'm slightly taken aback and I'm sure it shows on my face.

"Oh no, do not bow to me in any way. That's scary. Men who venture here make a point of disrespecting me, I prefer it. It's otherwise uncomfortable. Ladies who venture here enjoy scaring me."

Gives a little side eye in Dust's direction.
 
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