Another Time - Another Place

[Lady_Kit]

Valentine fought to control the pounding of her heart as she made her way across the office to her desk. Once there she hoped that she could regain her usual control long enough to find out what business the Captain had in mind. Although, for once, her practical side was fighting a loosing battle with her innate sensuality. The only business Val wanted with the Captian could be best conducted by clearing the desk and throughly exploring every inch of him upon it! For a moment, her imagination runs wild and Val pictures two figures, nude in the light of a fire....skin glistening, bodies locked together, straining to be deeper, harder, tighter.....with a start, she returns to her senses. She blinks several times and wonders if he can see the lust in her eyes. Before Valentine can speak or move, a bar girl enters with a tray of drinks.

Saras' body tightens as she moves into the room. Her nipples become hard and tender. The room smells of sex, she realizes, and yet Valentine and the Captain have only been alone for a moment, and both are still clothed. She looks at the normally calm Madame and see a woman who has the face of a woman just come from her lovers bed. Sara knows the look well, she herself has placed a softer version on same that lovely face. "Oh my," she thinks, "the Captain is in for one hell of a night!"

Valentine quickly gathers her wits, or whats left of them.

"Captain," she says in a voice made husky by desire, "what is it that I can do for you?"

 

[rashid]

mmmmm sweet lady - we ARE gonna dance

I'm intoxicated with your scent, the touch of your hand on my sleeve, the soft sweet smelling hair piled high above your lovely face. I see small tendrils drifting down to caress your cheeks and imagine they're my lips making love to every inch of you. I can smell your sex responding to mine and struggle hard to maintain some semblance of decorum at least untill our business is concluded.

Sara brings our drinks and is visibly aroused by the sexual tension in the air as she enters the room. The way she looks at her mistress suggests an interesting future possibility but not tonight. Tonight I want, no- I NEED to explore you all by myself. Again my thoughts drift and I see you in the light of the fire, glistening with soft sweat, your face shining, eyes bright with excitement as my tounge explores your sex..........

"Captain" you say "What can I do for you?" and I'm back to business. Sara leaves us alone with a reminder to "call if we need her" and I get to the matter at hand. "Valentine, You have guests here this week from a certain organization that I also cater to in a similar fashion. My ship, The Southern Belle, is a safe ground for these gentlemen, a place where they can discuss their differences and aliances without fear of being interrupted or observed.
Two weeks from today Mr. Calcconi, his son Vito, dino Tartaglia and others from a number of families will be on the Belle for a three day conference. It's my job and the job of my crew to keep them from killing each other and one of the ways we do that is to keep their minds on more pleasant things. There will be 36 guests, each with his own stateroom and 16 of them will be escorted by ladies of their own choice. The rest will need diversions, if you take my meaning, and my experience is that it's best to offer more diversions than there are potential problems. The reason for my visit to New Orleans is to recruit 25 girls for the three days. Transportation will be provided, staterooms for any lady not engaged will be available, and my crew will see to their comfort. I'm offering $200.00 per girl per day plus all expenses and I'm hoping you can assist in choosing ladies who can be trusted to do the job and keep quiet about it afterwards. If you agree you can name your fee and we'll start auditions tomorrow. So that's it - Say yes and perhaps we can put business aside for the balance of the evening - Any questions or do we have a deal?"

Damn - I'd got it all out in a single breath. You stand up holding up one finger as if to say " hold on just a minute" and glide to the desk. You lean forward to make notes on a small pad sitting by the telephone and your firm, ripe breasts almost escape the confines of your gown. You study the paper for just a moment, smile and offer your hand. "Captain Turnbull - we have a deal. I'll begin auditions tomorrow and in the meantime it would be my pleasure to get better aquainted with my new partner" I stand up to take your hand and as the last word leaves your lips we instinctively melt together. Eyes lock for what seems an eternity and then I taste your lips for the first time and know that this is what I've been waiting for. You make a tiny strangling sound in your throat and I'm suddenly aware of the lusty aroma of wetness between your silky thighs. Unable to stand any longer we fold onto the sofa with you on top of me. My thigh is nestled hard against your dampness and I feel you start to slowly grind against me as one hand cups your face to kiss you and the other caresses your firm buttocks and works your sweet puss against my thigh. The scent of your hair intoxicates me, the taste of your lips secures me forever as your willing accomplice in lust and I begin to undo the many buttons that keep the gown molded to your increadible body.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Damn the Buttons!

"Forget the bloody buttons!" Val cries as she presses herself against his hard form. Even through layers of clothing she can feel the long thick length of his manhood pressed against her. She moves her hand between their bodies until she can touch him, stroke him through his trousers, feel the very object of her desire.

Passion finally overcomes him and with a great tug, Jeremiah causes the undone buttons to pop off. His reward is the colapse of the bodice of Valentines gown. He knew that her breasts would be lovely, what he had seen so far had tempted his hands and mouth all evening. They were not large as breasts go, but seemed perfectly sized to fill a mans hand. They were smooth and soft; the color of fresh cream and in the center, was a ripe peach...a tawny areola, just made to be licked and suckled.

"oooohhhhhh...yes" Val whispers as his mouth touches her breast. She feels her nipple tighten, becoming a hard sensitve bud. His teeth bite, gently and with purpose.

Val stands, the midnight blue gown pools at her feet. Rising from the folds are long legs sheathed in fine silk stockings. Midnight blue garters that draw the eye up as they form a lace frame for the smooth mound of her sex. Next are the hips of a woman who is built to enjoy the passion of a man. Her breasts stand high and firm, still tingling from his hands and mouth. Her own mouth is slightly open as her breath quickens with excitement. The tip of her tongue darts out to lick lips suddenly gone dry.

She steps to the couch...leans over the Captain and says, "our business is concluded, Jeremiah, its time to celebrate." She kisses him deeply as she carefully picks up her sewing scissors and begins to cut each button from his shirt.

 

[Kaye]

Belle

It is almost time for me to go down. Glancing around my room making sure everything was ready for tonight. Who knew how many men I would entertain tonight. Unlike most prostitutes, I loved it. I didn't need the money, I wasn't looking for anything except the wonderful pleasure of entertaining men.

Checking the mirror once more, making sure my blonde hair is arranged nicely. My dress at first glance looks quite conservative, white silk covering me up to the neck and long sleeves. Hugging my body until it reaches my hips it flares gently out. The hemline stops at my knee. Turning and looking at my back in the mirror, the dress is no longer conservative. It is completely backless. Smiling at my image I turn and slide my bare feet into my heels and leave the room.

Walking into the room, I look first for Valentine, she sometimes had assignments for me. When she saw me looking for her she inclined her head towards a table, and I saw one of my favorite clients playing there. Smiling I walked slowly toward him. "Hello, Bill!",I said. "Ahh here is my good luck charm!, Bill laughed and pulled me to him. Bill usually paid for me for the whole night, so I knew I was free to watch him play cards or anything else he wanted. I loved nights like this, no pressure to get a man to hurry, so I had time to entertain another.

Bill ran his hand across my ass, giving it a small squeeze, and then pulled me down into his lap. Laughing I loop my arms around his neck and he rubs his hand up and down my back. "Oh, nice dress, " he says. His hand is soo warm and I feel my nipples harden for him. I watch as his eyes are drawn to them. Smiling he rubs his hand across them and said "Ok men, let's finish this, I have other things to take care of. "

 

[rashid]

Perfect breasts - raging cock

Valentine leans over me with the scissors smiling, her chest heaving, hair wildly falling around her face she starts to cut the buttons, then throws the scissors into a corner laughing as she realizes I've just torn the Egyptian cotton into shreds and Sara will be going to my rooms to bring fresh clothes in the morning.

I pull her roughly to me, all but naked, wearing nothing now but stockings heels and a choker, pussy wet with anticipation and match her urgency with my own. This is a woman who knows what she wants and what she wants is my long hard cock stroking her to orgasm after orgasm. In an instant she's massaging the full length of my hardness through my pants and biting at the cloth as if to tear away the last remaining barrier to her satisfaction. Her eyes light up to see the object of her desires exposed as I remove my belt and stand to drop my trousers, kicking them aside to who knows where along with my shoes and silks.

There will surely be time this night for lovemaking but this moment has no patience for subtlety. I pull her to the floor to straddle me and she slides down over my chest, bringing her mouth to my waiting lips as her womanhood impales itself on my painfully hard prick. As my lovely Valentine starts to ride my hot tool, I thank God once more for a cock of such fine proportions. Substantially larger than average, straight and strong, it fills her perfectly and completely with just a hint of pain. A little wiggle and she's home, riding the rider hard while I take each exquisite breast into my mouth to suckle and bite the nipples one at a time, rolling the other nipple between my fingers. She gasps when I pinch and moans with her first orgasm.

As she shudders over me I take her ass into my hands and begin to guide her more slowly up and down my hardness, moving her just so our pelvic bones connect and seperate over and over as if I were using her to masturbate me. In total control now, I watch her face go slack as she cums again and again before changing the rythem once more to bring us to that mind shattering crescendo that leaves both of us temporarily exhausted.

Tangled in each others arms, our breathing slows and she kisses me once more, stirring new lust. Suddenly, she realizes my cock has not diminished it's capacity to please as I roll over her to pull her legs above my shoulders and once again enter her now cum soaked puss. I stroke softly for a few minutes, gently easing her breathing and allowing her heart to slow before pulling away and sliding down to kiss her belly, her hips, the insides of her thighs. Cupping her bum once more in my hands I lick at the valley between her hips and thighs before tasting our cum as it seeps over the cheeks of her ass. Long, lovely fingers tangled in my hair, she holds my mouth on her mons and I tounge her intensely, lapping at her lips, my hands on her perfect breasts, rolling the nipples again as she groans once more with pleasure. It's going to be a very long night..........

 

[Lady_Kit]

Valentine has never experienced an evening like this, each orgasm has been stroger than the last, every feeling more intense. No longer able to contain herself, she holds Jeremiahs' head and grinds her clit against his tongue. He sucks her clit, nipping biting, stroking until she is ready to loose her mind. Just when she can take no more, she feels a long thick finger enter her hot cunt. His finger moves in and out, pumping, keeping rhythm with his mouth. Slowy a second finger is added, now the pumping becomes harder, more intense. A third finger is added, but then removed...before Val can protest, though, she feels a lower touch. The warm wet finger feels like a tongue but then, the tip presses against that tighter opening, her sensitive ass. As he slides his finger fully inside her, she cums. Hot wet juice covers his hand as she shudders and screams in exstasy.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Never has a man given himself so freely for her pleasure. Allowing Valentine use of his body and his talents. Now it was his turn...
She pushes herself up and smiles at Jeremiah as he lay between her thighs.
"Captain," she purrs, "after such exercise, you really should lay back and rest." Hands on his chest, she pushes him to the floor. Sitting astride his flat stomach she kisses him deeply, tasting her juices on his mouth, adding to her excitement. He raises his arms as if to hold her, and she silps away...moving down his body like warm silk.
Val took her time, tasting and touching each facinating inch of skin. She felt the hair on his chest tickling her nose as it led her lower, thinning across his stomach, and growing thick at the base of his wonderful cock. Having so far had only the briefest time to examine him, she now made the most of her chance to explore.
She measured with her long fingers and soft hands the length of his tool. Larger round than her hand would reach, his cock stood straight and stiff. Topped with a fat head it was all a girl could want, and then some. Valentine could hardly wait to taste the precum she could see glistening on the top.
She leaned forward, extended her pink tongue, and gently removed the clear drop. Drawing her tongue into her mouth, she closed her eyes and savored the taste. As her eyes reopened she looked at Jeremiah, gave a wicked smile, and began to demonstrate why she was the most sought after Courtesan in New Orleans.

 

[ranajja]

the do

Ohhhhhhh. Suzanna’s heart beat harder, faster, watching the couples making love…sooo erotic, so sensual…

The famed courtesan Valentine, in action...and ohhhhh, what action....watching as the man in her bed brings her to orgasm after orgasm...

as for the other couple...and the mulatto woman, breathtakingly beautiful, warm and inviting, with a rather dangerous member of the Family...

Oh, and danger can be such an aphrodisiac....

Monitor after monitor, recording this moment in time, catching the era’s coupling habits as they occurred, recorded for prosperity. Every breath, every touch…skin to skin…mouth to mouth…tongue against smooth warm skin…

Suzanna could feel the warmth beginning to tingle between her legs. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. She was pleased with what was already captured on film, as would be her producers. She was just too anxious to be away, to move into time herself, and experience it…the only way to truly learn a culture is to actually live it, hands on…she wanted hands on her right now…

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

"Monsieur, ta bouche douce..." Jasmine gasped in her native French, "Je suis par-delà moi-même."

"My sweet mouth can be wicked too," Vito answered her with a throaty laugh.

Jasmine's eyes widened, surprised that he understood French, then closed them just as abruptly as Vito scraped the turgid flesh of her right nipple with his teeth. It became a struggle to stay upright for Jasmine. Her knees felt as if they were about to give way.

Vito kissed her again and Jasmine's lips parted to admit his invading tongue, which found and mated with her own. She felt his hand slide over the thin satin of her dress and around to the delicate curve of her derriere. The woman sighed and closed her eyes, then opened them in alarm.

"Cher, I am here to please you," Jasmine protested even while her body acquiesced.

"This pleases me," the darkly handsome man growled.

Slowly, with maddening unhurried leisure, Vito raised the skirt of her dress inch by inch. Jasmine's eyes opened wide as his hand slipped underneath the crimson fabric. She inhaled sharply. Vito's fingers glided down the cleft between her buttocks to make contact with the damp curls of her fleece.

Just as Vito began to toy with the slippery tissues of her nether lips, Jasmine glimpsed the flash of the whitest teeth, the smile of a predator. His fingers explored the hidden furrows of her sex until Jasmine felt warm moisture gathering and then trickling stealthily downwards.

Vito slid two fingers inside the warm cavern of her womanhood and subjected her to a voluptuous internal examination. Her knees trembled and she hastily gripped Vito's shoulders. Jasmine tried to ease her thighs apart to give him better access. The woman groaned. She could not move, caught as she was in the silken vise of her dress.

"Here," Vito withdrew his hand as he spoke. "Let me help you with that. A woman like you should always wear silk." Firmly grasping the neckline of her dress, he tore the dress from her body in one swift motion, leaving Jasmine standing nude before him.

 

[DriveSouth]

As always Philip began his evening with a snifter of warmed brandy.

Val made his job a breeze. Never was there any problem from any of the girls, at least not to Philips knowledge.

Philip wished all aspects of his business was as smooth as the girls – no pun intended he chuckled to himself. Vito’s presence always put him on edge, so when what appeared to Philip to be a rogue riverboat captain made his way upstairs and out of the mix, Philip had breathed easier.

Philip greeted as many comers as would openly greet anyone in the house that could ruin one’s standing even this harsh city. Some regulars; Some first timers; Some coming: Some going; All giving in to the decadence.

Val reported in occasionally.

The night was young by old New Orleans standards, several girls mingled about with no one to attach themselves. They swayed and gyrated together on the tiny section of the floor that had been reserved as a dance floor. Philip enjoyed the visual of the girls together; it was always an unexpected fire in an otherwise erotically numbing environment.

Black strong coffee was always hot at the bar and was always Philips choice to begin the home stretch of the night.

 

[ranajja]

And there he was. The owner of this speakeasy and most sought-after (and discreet) pleasure house on the Mississippi—Phillip Gremillion—and early in his infamous career. Another mystery man, there was precious little recorded history about him, but the existing journals, welll… The existing records were amazingly tantilizing and titillating enough to spark Dr. Fellhardt’s interest.

He was very handsome, as well as intelligent and witty—at least, that was the tone of his writings. He stood at the bar, unassuming, but taking it all in, smooth and charming with the guests, and occasionally sampling the girls themselves…

And what she’d seen of his lovemaking….ohhhhh….Suzanna could feel the heat rising to her face as her heart began beating just a bit faster.

She shook her head, smiling ruefully. Not yet, Dr. Fellhardt, not yet…

 

[rashid]

Died an' gone to heaven

For the first time in many years, I was in awe of a woman. As Val worked her magic on my nightstick all other thoughts left me and I became totally immersed in the sensations created by her hands and mouth. I no longer cared about Vito or Dino and even Philip, blissfully unaware of my relationship to his father and the promise I'd made before his death, waited in the corner closet of my mind as Val entertained.
Again and again she brought me to the brink of orgasm only to shift her attentions, keeping me on a ragged edge for what seemed like hours before turning, still without leaving the object of her attentions, and presenting herself to my eager mouth. I'd spied a small ivory cock on the table earlier and collected it onto our playground, keeping it in reach for just such a moment and, making it slick with the wetness still oozing from her quim, began slowly to insert it into her tight ass while I licked and nibbled her from stem to stern. Pausing occasionally to insert a finger or two and massage the precious spot that keeps the juices flowing, I joined my precious lover in building to a final penetration which brought us together to the cliff and over, falling exhausted into the void.

Finally, sated, we dozed a while, only to awaken and begin again.I lost track of Valentines orgasms somewhere after midnight. Near dawn I fell asleep once more. I woke an hour or so later to discover Sara had brought fresh clothes, coffee, a continental breakfast of croissants, jams and cheeses and a yen to serve her mistress other ways as well. Val smiled at me briefly, Sara's face buried between her thighs and I grinned back, kissed her hard on the mouth and took some coffee. The Master had said I would enjoy New Orleans and once more I gave private thanks for the time he'd spent to teach a lost young man the ways of the world. I had a lot to be grateful for..........

 

[Lady_Kit]

Valentine

"My beautiful Sara, always so eager to please and serve." Valentine sighs as she feels soft hands and lips on her already well used form. Never one to waste an opportunity, she enjoys the attention of the young woman, and smiles at the Captain as he watches.

However, all too soon the business of the day must begin. After seeing Jeremiah and Sara out the door, Val moves to a richly painted screen in the corner; behind the screen a small door leads to stairs and Valentines' private rooms.

She enters thinking of a hot bath and quick nap before her first appointment of the day. But waiting for her is a note from Phillip Gremillion, the owner of the house. Surprisingly, he requests her presence in his office this morning. She smiles faintly, Val knows that to ignore his "request" means risking his temper, and that is not something anyone does lightly. Handsome and charming though he may be, there is a darker side to Mr. Gremillion that does not bear close contact.

Quickly bathing she makes sure that she is properly attired for her meeting. She wonders what could be on Phillips mind. There were several new customers last night, including the delightful Jeremiah. One of the regulars, Dino Tartaglia was in the house, and she recalled that he brought at guest.

She recalled that Jasmine had taken Vito upstairs for some private entertainment. Perhaps she should gather some information on the man before going to see Phillip.

 

[DriveSouth]

The third floor was Philip’s exclusive hideout. It served as his office – and his home whenever needed. Elegantly furnished with no luxury spared, he often hid here from the real world. He always brought the newest girls here for their interview, a term he used loosely. He demanded quality, the hallmark of a visit to this world of fantasy and desire.

Philip always noticed new comers, especially the girls. His discriminating taste limited the number of girls that worked here. Each had to meet his personal approval and his test was rigorous.

Philip noticed her the first time she’d showed up at his place. She’d accompanied a man that Philip had not recognized. They had presented themselves a married couple, striking as a couple and individually they were each exquisite.

He’d seen her enter tonight and make a path directly to Val. The meeting was meant to be hidden but things were rarely hidden from Philip.

That’s why he’d sent for Val. He wanted to know her story and sent Val to round up details. He dismissed her to fetch the details and made his way upstairs to his lair.

 

[ariosto]

Her body was warm and lush as a tropical island. Vito held her at arms length, looking at her as a wolf might it's prey. She began to flush under his rapt attention...
"Monsieur, is there anything you fault..."

"Fault!...non mon chere. Exquisite! exquisite."
His hands slipped around her waist and in one motion he picked her off the floor and swung her into the deep red, softly upholstered chair that stood by the dressing table.
The color of her skin against the plush fabric was incredibly arousing to him. Such things to Vito would always be remembered.
He stood before her and slowly removed his clothes; coat, vest, tie, shirt,...she saw a man in the prime of life, a hardened man, not a pretty one. He seemed chiseled from warm marble...broad chest, strong arms, extraordinary hands.
Belt, shoes, socks, trousers, underware...his legs were long, thighs well muscled, abdomen flat and hard. His erection stood tall and curving before him, like an ivory wand rising from a thatch of dark curling hair.

Jasmine leaned forward as if to take the hooded tip within her mouth, but he pushed her back.

"Non Carissima, we both will dine to night, but first I will be tasting you."

She looked at him almost in surprise as he knelt his tall frame before her. He, the big and powerful crime lord and she the petite, untried young girl. Yet he had bowed to her, he would service her! She watched his rough hands caress her legs as she spread them for him, she felt his lips sweetly kiss the tender flesh above her knees.

He was in no hurry as his mouth delighted in the smooth feel and taste of her skin, he kissed his way along the tendon that surfaced so close to her waiting sex. He licked the fold between thigh and groin and pressed his lips into the curls of hair above her mons. His fingers touched and stroked with feather lightness the mounded rise and cleft
of her sex.

She would have shut her eyes then but across from the chair on the opposite wall was a mirror in which she could see the broad muscles of his back and shoulders bent low between the perfect shapes of caramel legs, and above them her own breasts high and pointed and her own face watching as Vito's tongue first touched the fevered pearl of her young sex.

 

[Lady_Kit]

"Blast the woman!" Valentine exclaimed as she left Phillip. Of course he wanted her, now that she was nowhere to be found.
"I should have known she'd be a problem. Amateurs!"

Sweeping through the second floor hall, Val could hear the rustling of girls just rising, and customers enjoying their morning wake-up. It was unusual for a house to allow an overnight stay, but special guests received special privileges, and it put more cash in the safe for everyone.

Feeling a slight headache begin, Val heads for her office. Time later for the nap she promised herself. Soon, the new applicants would start arriving. Phillip wasn't the only one to put the new girls through quality testing and that part of her job was most pleasant.

Valentine had always enjoyed the dominant role, and with the new girls she was able to act on those urges. Depending on the girl Val might bring in Sara or Max, the bartender, to assist in the evaluation process. All in all, it could be very stimulating.

Smiling wickedly, Val entered her office and readied herself for the first interview.

 

[rashid]

A hell of a night, I thought to myself as I left Valentine and made my way back to my rooms. I'd dozed enough on and off during the night to avoid fatigue and there was certainly enough to do that the luxury of sleep would have to wait. I was sitting on a powderkeg of young egos evenly blended with old wolves trying desperately to hang on to the power they'd ripped from other old wolves not so very long ago. I'd seen Vito look at Dino Tartaglia with that same hard look a falcon has when looking at a rabbit in the open meadow. The mood might come and go but I wouldn't bet much money on Tartaglia's continued existance. Chicago was about to move to New Orleans and Calcconis young son Vito would be the point man.
None of that would be my problem except that Philip, tough as he was, might get in the way of the steamroller about to decend on the city. The conference due to take place on the Belle would guide the machine but it could in no way prevent the thing from happening. Philip would have to play second fiddle to Vito Calcconi if he was to survive the assault on the city and I wasn't completely certain his ego would allow it. On the other hand, if he was half the man his father had been, he'd steer his ship clear of the shoals and navigate to safety and prosperity. I'd promised to stay out of his life unless it was threatned and I kept my promises. Unless he crossed Vito, the Masters son was safe.
I took my bath and spent the morning at weapons practice and exercise. Between sessions, my thoughts drifted to Valentine and I spent a happy morning reliving last nights events while pushing my aging form to be as close to it's peak as time would allow. I was still smoother and faster than many men half my age. With luck, experience would make up the rest and I'd survive long enough to take my masters place as a teacher.
Later, when I called old man Calcconi and brought him up to date on my observances, he grunted something about uncontrollable young sons of bitches and suggested I stay out of Vito's way for the time being. It was good advice. I'd follow it if Philip would let me............

 

[poohlive]

It was like a dream.
John stepped into the front place, except for a bar tender serving some coffee to sobering patrons, it was absolutely empty. Trash piled on the floor made him wary of his walk over to the bar. He stopped, taking a seat on one of the far sides.
"May I help you?"
John nodded, "I just want a large cup of coffee."
He was given just that. John moved silently over to one of the card tables where a signel deck of cards were. Quickly began to shuffle them, contemplating what solitaire game to play.
Honestly he wasn't sure what he was doing here. His heart kept fluttering a mile a minute. Truth be told he had just wanted to come here to lose some money, and maybe get drunk.
Now though, now he wasn't sure.
It was the money.
He had gotten it all last night. His grandfather had struck it rich back out west, and his father had invested it very wisely. All in all the family had around 3 million dollars. With that much money, a family didn't need to do much of anything. When his father died a year ago, his brother took over the business, but soon found it too difficult. So, yesterday he sold it, and gave half of the entire asset to him.
He was a millionairre overnight.
Honestly, he didn't know what to do. When asked what a person who has a lot of money should do everyone kept saying this place. He wasn't one to dissapoint.
As the cards began to come out one by one John took his full concentration back on the game.

 

[Mindy2]

AMY

Amy knocked quietly on the door, and entered quickly after Val’s answering response. She immediately began offering a hasty apology but was silenced by a wave of Val’s hand. “Just tell me where you were!” Val said in a less than cordial tone.

“I… I was otherwise occupied.”

“Occupied?” Val asked in a rising voice. “Occupied doing what… And with whom? Were you fucking someone? …Was someone fucking you perhaps? Girl, you don’t even work here yet. And it isn’t looking too much like you will either!” Val was tempted to dismiss the girl outright, but Philip had already expressed an interest in her. Besides as Amy rambled on about the fact that she had been bathing and how this was something she did each and every morning, Val’s attention was drawn to her features. Amy wasn’t possessed of any particularly striking physical characteristics. She lacked the sensuality that so pervaded Val’s own beautiful body. Possessed of auburn hair with just a hint of natural curl that fell softly over her shoulders, and large brown eyes, she was relatively short and most definitely petite. Her breasts, while small, at least seemed well in proportion to her body. There was nothing about the face of this twenty- two year old woman that would make a man fall in instant lust with her save one thing… there was this look about her… demure, unsullied, as though she knew nothing of men and their ways. “This girl has possibilities,” Val thought to herself, “if she has the brains to use this innocent look and the skills to satisfy a man… or perhaps even ...”

Val’s attention was suddenly drawn back to what she was hearing, as Amy explained that while she had only been the with one man, he had been a man skilled in the “art of sensual pleasures; and,” she said, “he taught me many different ways to please a man.”

On impulse, Val Walked up behind her, she folded her left arm around Amy’s waist and with the other, she gently cupped one small breast, thumbing the nipple through the dress fabric. “And did he also teach you how to please another woman?” Val asked as she pressed her lips against the side of Amy’s slender neck.

Amy’s body tensed, and she knew immediately that she was in way over her head. And yet she felt the nipple beneath Val’s thumb responding to the attention being paid it. Amy had never felt the soft enveloping arms of another woman around her like this, and even so, she found it anything but objectionable She also realized that this was a test… a test she could not fail if she wanted to ply her trade under the protection of this establishment.

“I’ve never known the touch of one of my own sex. But I’m willing to learn and even anxious to experience the softness of another woman” she said, and taking a deep breath, she turned to face Val directly. Turning her face upward, she look directly into Val’s eyes. Opening her mouth slightly and moistening her lips with just the tip of her tongue, she continued, “Nor have I ever tasted the sweetness of a woman’s lips.” …and stood waiting nervously, expectantly for whatever Val might choose or not choose to do next…

 

[Marigold]

Violet

She wound her way down from her room upstairs. Last night had been a profitable one. Violet was not the most popular girl in the house's reportoire, but the clientele she did attract were loyal. She was fine with that. As long as here carefully-tended savings kept growing, she could ask for little more. The petite brunette descended the stairs in her oh-so-proper daytime clothing, a mint green flowered dress, a bowl-shaped hat that nearly covered her chin-length bob, even little white gloves. Her movements were subtle, self-controlled. She planned to go into town to buy a new evening dress and check on her investments.

Reaching the first floor, she saw people cleaning after last night's party. Every night was a party here. She smiled to herself a bit. If there was one predictable trait of mankind, it was that his pursuit of pleasure would ever dominate his thoughts and that the people who capitalized on the fact would always be rich.

The were a few clients hanging about, sobering up before they took their leave, or before the festivities started up again. There was one man playing a game of solitaire at one of the deserted gaming tables. He looked fresher than the others, as if he had not spent the night drunk or gambling or whoring. In fact, he looked rather...lost. Violet was used to jaded people who had a tired look in their eyes, as if they'd seen everything and nothing could amuse them anymore. She imagined she had something of the same look herself, but she hid it well. The man at the table didn't have that look to him. He intrigued her. She decided dresses and business matters could wait, and approached his table, watching him play cards unnoticed for a few moments.

"The seven of spades can be played on the eight of hearts there."

She spoke softly, in the unique accent of wealthy southerners, her words soft and drawled. The man started and looked at her quizzically. She pointed to the cards again, her large green eyes sparkling.

 

[willywanker]

Bill Brocker, Gambler, Gun for hire

As Bill quietly closed the door to Belle's room, he glanced back in to see her sleeping peacefully, her blonde hair down and spread across the pillow. Pulling the door closed, he checked to make sure it was locked then checked his guns. One he wore cowboy style, a holdout from times not so long gone by, in a holster on his right hip. Under his left armpit, in a shoulder holster was a second and his insurance was a small deringer inside the top of his right boot.

Bill had only gotten on the floating speak-easey for some gambling and a chance to be with Belle again. He smiled as he remembered her moving across the room to his table last night, his pleasure as his hand had found only smooth skin on her back. Watching her nipples harden had suddenly made a card game seem like something he could do later.

After getting himself a cup of coffee, Bill allowed himself to slip back into the memories of the pleasures of last night. Taking care of the money part upfront, he and Belle had been able to spend the night pleasing each other. Unlike most working girls he had met, Belle enjoyed sex and it showed. When the door had locked behind them last night, the fun had really begun.

Belle had pushed him into a big, overstuffed chair and knelt between his legs. As she tugged on his left boot, Bill had deftly removed his hide-out gun from his right boot. His boots removed, her hands had run up the insides of his thighs til she could begin to undo the buttons on his fly. Bill raised his hips slightly as Belle tugged impatiently on his pants til his already erect manhood stood tall and proud. He could only moan as she wrapped her lips around the swollen head, her tounge swirling round the sensitive underside. Belle looked up into his eyes fixed on the sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth. "Unnnnnnghhhhh, Belle, no one does that quite like you. unnnnn, oooohhhh, yeahhhhhh"

As her mouth worked to satisfy him, Bill had begun to pull the pins holding Belle's hair up. Soon, it fell free, tickling the inside of his thigh as her head bobbed up and down, faster , each stroke sliding a little farther down til she had taken him all in the mouth and down her throat. He knew he couldn't last long like that so he had pulled her up, her lips moving up his body til she was brushing his lips with hers. Bill could faintly taste himself on Belle's lips. Reaching up under her dress, he chuckled when he realized she hadn't bothered to wear any bloomers under her dress. Lifting the hem, he pulled her onto his lap, his very arroused shaft pointing skyward as she settled down onto him.

Two sets of moans marked the moment the spongy head of his cock had slipped between the dew covered lips of her sex, her wetness allowing her to drop faster til his pubic hair brushed against her. A smile played across her lips as she began to bounce slowly up and down, the heat of her passion surrounding him, pulling him ever closer to the edge.

Hearing other people speaking brought Bill out of his trip down memory lane. Sliding a hand descreetly beneath the table, he adjusted the hard-on memories of last night had brought on. Finishing his coffee, Bill wondered if Belle was awake yet this morning. Maybe...........

 

[poohlive]

John's breath came out as a gasp as he heard the voice behind him. He hadn't known anyone was there. He turned, almost to fast to look at her.
His eyes hit hers, like a lock. He held onto it, for more than he should have before looking down at the cards. She pointed out his mistake.
"Thank you kindly ma'am."
He nodded a thank you, correcting it. As he did he got up, letting out a chair.
"I would love it if you sat down. I was waiting for some company in fact. The people around here just want to sober up so they can get drunk again."
He let her sit down, going back to his own chair, "I usually go for more inteligent conversation."
He quickly abandoned the game, shuffling the cards.
"My name is John, John Manner. And it is an honor to make your aquaintence."
He kissed her hand lightly.

 

[Kaye]

Belle

Slowly I opened my eyes and stretched, ahhhh I love how my body feels after a night of loving. I knew Bill would be gone and was a little disappointed, it would be nice to enjoy that body of his again. Smiling softly to myself I slipped on my robe and sat at my dressing table. Picking up my brush, I started brushing my hair, as I drifted away thinking of last night.

Thinking about the way Bill moaned as I ran my tongue all along his cock and then sucked him deep in my mouth as my hand cupped his balls, I remembered he pulled the pins from my hair and ran his fingers thru it. I took the ends of my hair and rubbed them against his balls as I sucked his cock so deep in my mouth. I could feel myself getting wet again, as I recalled the way later during the night he had awakened me, with his tongue tracing my nipples then going down my stomach. I remembered the way he had licked and sucked me until I had cum all over his face twice, then he moved over my body and plunged his hard cock deep into me and rode me hard until at last we both climaxed together.

My breath was coming faster now, my memories had me aching again. I leaned back in the chair and opened my robe. Looking in the mirror I could see my pussy lips open and pouting with my clit barely peeking out. Looking closer I could see the moisture. Slowly, all the time watching in the mirror, I worked my finger up and down, spreading the moisture around. A soft moan escaped my lips as I brushed against my clit. I started rubbing faster and with more pressure, feeling the orgasm getting closer I plunged two fingers inside and pulled them in and out as my thumb manipulated my clit. Closing my eyes and letting my head fall back I let the sensations roll thru me, as I came over and over.

Before I was fully recovered a soft knock came at my door. Still flushed with pleasure, closed my robe and answered the door. To my pleasure it was Bill. "I hope you don't mind, but I just came back to see if you were hungry." That is when I noticed he was carrying a covered tray. Stepping back I invited him in, still holding the tray in one hand , he leaned in to kiss me. I held onto his waist and let his tongue fill my mouth. I felt his had slide down my stomach and his fingers probing my wet pussy. He made a soft sound of pleasure as he found me wet and hot.

Breaking the kiss he looked in my eyes and slowly raised his hand, showing me the moisture on his fingers, he licked and sucked his fingers. Then asked," Well, my wicked Belle, what are you more hungry for?" With out a word, I took the tray and sat it down on the table, and led him to my bed.

 

[willywanker]

Bill Brocker

Before leaving the Dining room, Bill had ordered 2 breakfast plates. While they were being prepared, he walked up to Val's office to make arrangments to spend more time with Belle. Just before he knocked, he had heard a soft moan. Putting his ear near the door, the first moan was joined by a second and this one was female as well!! Deciding his business could wait, he had headed back to pick up the breakfast he had ordered.

Carrying the two plates and a small pot of coffee on a tray, he stopped outside Belle's room. Was it his imagination or di he hear a moan from her room as well? Bill knocked softly and the door wasquickly opened by Belle, her face flushed and one hand holding her robe in place. Leaning in to kiss her, he had a thought and ran his hand inside her robe. His fingers trailed smoothly across her flat stomach, down the outside of her thigh, skipped across her upper thigh and down into the cleft betwwen her legs. A smile formed on his lips as his fingers slipped into the wet gash, the lips open and dripping with her juices. Pulling the wet fingers from under her robe, Bill couldn't resist the urge to taste the dew covered digits.

Belle's eyes followed his fingers to his mouth. Her desire was as plain on her face as it had been between her legs. He asked a question they both knew the answer to before it was asked. setting aside the food, they moved to the bed. Belle's robe slipped from her shoulders to land in a heap on the floor. His eyes burned into her skin as she moved to help him remove his clothes as well. They were both so turned on there was no thought of foreplay. When the last of his clothes had joined her robe on the floor, Bill turned Belle around and pressed toward the bed. She started to crawl onto the bed, his hands closing on her hips, holding her there on her hands and knees. Moving up behind her, he found the bed to be just the right height to align her hot box with his erect manhood as he shuffled forward.

As he felt the hot flesh close around him, he began to stoke smoothly in and out, his groans joining hers in a chorus as old as man himself. The food on the plates got colder and colder as the action on the bed got hotter and hotter. His fingers grasp her hips, his fingertips caressing her fine ass. Bill could feel Belle's fingers sliding back between her legs, working her erect clit from below as he worked his cock deeper and faster into her clutching pussy.

"Yes, ohhhhhh yes" he heard her cry out, even as he felt that familiar tightening of his balls. As the walls of her sex grasp him tightly as she screamed out her release, bill could no longer control himself, pumping ropes of hot, white cum deep inside her.

Together they collapsed forward onto the bed, rolling onto their sides. As they lay there, spooned together and still connected, his hands moved to cup her breast, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as slowly they got their breath back.

 

[Marigold]

Violet

She smiled as the man kissed her hand, a gesture from the old days that she never failed to find endearing. She took her seat gracefully as John shuffled his cards. He had manners. Violet always appreciated good manners.

"Well, Mr. Manner, what brings you here this time of day? Most folk are on their way out right about now, not on their way in. Is there anything I can help you with? Anything at all?" She leaned forward to whisper that last part in his ear, her gloved hand resting daintily on his shoulder, as if seeking his strength to steady her. Her smile was somehow sweet and provocative at once.

"We always do everything humanly possible to make our guests comfortable...."