Usually, when y'all are "visiting" me here at The Brothel, my mouth is too full
(of cock) and occupied to talk to y'all. I'm glad you decided to stick around a
while and just jaw. What do you want to talk about? Oh, that! "What's a nice
girl like me doing in a place like this?" Let's get one thing straight right
away: Nobody's forcing me to work here! I just love fucking and sucking. That's
it. Now, if you want to know the exact details of why I'm here, that's another
story. Just don't judge me before you've heard it. Like a lot of my friends here
at The Brothel, I was once happily married . . . I thought! I'd call my ex
"dickhead," but I'm not feeling all that charitable right now. Oh well, why not?
Tell ya what . . . I'll call him "Dick". Anyway, no matter what his other faults
were, Dick and I were great in bed. And I mean, we spent mucho time there. Too
much, maybe. Just to give you an idea of how hot our sex life was -- Er, by the
way, you don't mind if I take off my clothes while we're talking, do you? -- One
afternoon I was hanging up the clothes behind our double-wide (now, I don't want
to hear any of that 'trailer trash' talk, hear?) and was stretching up to reach
the top line. My tits were rubbing against my blouse and my nipples were
tingling. I was wondering when my Dickhead Honey would be getting home. I mean,
it was hot and sticky, sweat was running down my face, down between my tits. The
waistband of my skirt was a little tight and sweat was trickling down from my
belly button into my pubic hair. I mean, it was hot! Maybe you know what it can
be like. When your nipples are tingling and sweat's dripping and you're a
horny-type like me. I couldn't help it. You'd want to do something about it,
wouldn't you? I rushed through the last of the wash and ran back to the house
and stripped off my clothes, I mean to the skivvies and beyond. I didn't care
where my clothes landed. My panties must have been a mess from sweat and
you-know-what, and my blouse was just about as wet as a dishrag, so that was
gone, too. Let's see, did I forget anything? Oh yeah, my skirt. I didn't usually
wear jeans 'cause when Dick and I were raring to go, I mean, we were raring!
Anyway, totally, buck-naked, I plumped up some pillows against the headboard,
stuck a cushion under my ass, took a deep breath, and shut my eyes. Imagining it
was Dick's hands, I began slowly rubbing my thighs with my palms. Dick always
started out slow at first, too. Then, while deliberately avoiding my pussy, I
simultaneously ran both hands up my body, lingering momentarily at my hips. I've
never been ticklish, but my ribs are incredibly sensitive to touch. I rubbed
them sensuously, just barely touching the bottoms of my breasts, then
retreating. I rubbed harder and harder; then, when I couldn't take it any more,
I began an all-out assault on my nipples. After all, they're what got me into
this in the first place. I don't know about you, but when I'm nipple-horny, it's
like there's a hot itch just below the skin of my tits. The more I rub, the
hotter it gets, the hotter it gets, the hotter I get! My tits were on fire and I
could feel the first moist stirring deep inside my pussy, as the lips grew
swollen and juice started bubbling inside. Well, one thing led to another and
pretty soon my left hand was continuing the tit-stuff, while my right hand was
playing with my clit. There I was, lying on the bed, writhing and moaning and
God knows what else, one hand pinching my nipples the other thrusting deeper and
deeper into my pussy. God, it was intense! I was fantasizing that Dick was doing
it all. Did you ever get the feeling you were being watched? As my body quivered
and quaked like a Yugo in need of a tune-up, my sixth-sense told me I wasn't
alone anymore. I opened my eyes, and there was ol' Dick, staring down at me, the
biggest shit-eatin' grin I've ever seen on his face. "Just in time," I thought.
When I'm in heat like that, the only thing that'll put out the fire is a big
dick inside me. Or, "Dick," as the case may be. I won't go so far as to say I
was outta control, but . . . okay, well I wasn't thinking straight. I would'a
done anything he'd asked me at that moment. He bent down and parted my legs,
looked at my drenched and somewhat gamey pussy, and said, "Now, what have we got
here?" as if he didn't know! It didn't take him long to shuck off his jeans and
begin waving his 12" dick in my face. If you wanna know, I hated it when he did
that. Waving it like it was goddamn Old Glory or something. Real juvenile. But,
I just wanted it in me, all of it, pounding and pounding and making that
slurping sound like it does when I'm real wet. Well, he put it in me, alright.
And it felt as good as ever. Filling me up. His cock, my clit, rubbing together
like a pair tectonic plates. I've never been a multiple orgasmer. My ma and
sisters are, but I must have missed that particular gene. Never mattered much,
though: My one orgasm was usually good for 7 or 8 on the Richter Scale. I mean,
major. And, I was getting ever closer. I could feel the familiar tightness
building up in my chest, and my dripping pussy felt like it was on fire, filled
with molten lava. As Dick pumped in and out, I still couldn't get over the
feeling something was a little off. Dick may have been rough and ready, but he
always was considerate of my needs. This time, though, he didn't seem to care if
I came at all. In fact, when he turned me over on my stomach to try for a little
stroll down the Hershey Highway, he didn't even ask like he always does (he
knows I'm not always in the mood). After a tense moment, he must have sensed
that this was one of those times, and with a snort of annoyance (also,
uncharacteristic) he turned me back over, straddled my ribcage with his knees
and jammed his dick down my throat. Now, giving head is something I love, and
I'm damn good at it, if I do say so myself. I love the feel of this soft little
wormy thing getting big and hard in my mouth as I work it with my lips and my
tongue. I love a cock's ridged-velvety feel, as it slides in and out of my
mouth. I love those moments, just before cumming, when it swells up like it will
burst, then shoots its hot and creamy load in my mouth. Sometimes I'll swallow
it as it cums out, other times I'll swoosh it around in my mouth like mouthwash
before swallowing. Once, on a suggestion from Dick, I carefully spit it all out
into a dish then lapped it all up like a dog! Kinky, eh? This time, though, I
wasn't enjoying it at all. My pussy was still on fire, and a dick crammed down
my throat wasn't doing much to help that situation! After several unenthusiastic
minutes, Dick pulled his dick out of my mouth, still hard and smacked me in the
face with it. It was still wet from my mouth, and I didn't like it at all. He
had a funny look on his face, like he had a surprise for me, but he wasn't sure
if I'd like it or not. His eyes wouldn't meet mine, and he started to say
something. Suddenly I heard a tiny noise from the doorway. Pushing him off, I
looked up and saw a cute little brunette, who must have been watching the whole
thing: Dick pumping in and out of my mouth and my pussy, me writhing and mewling
like a cat in heat (which I was, still). Dick seemed almost relieved as he
introduced us. "Honey, this is H____. I hope you don't mind that I brought her
along. I figured that, since you're so damned horny all the time having someone
else around might help keep you occupied." Well, I'll tell you! I was so
humiliated I almost cried. What did he think I was, some kind of insatiable
slut? It's true I do love sex, but there's a difference. I loved him as well.
Well, right there and then I knew it was over between Dick and me. No more
blowjobs while driving into town for groceries. No more
early-morning-before-work nookie. And . . . he'd never again visit my puckered
young (almost virgin) asshole again, that was for sure. H____, now . . . she
sure looked good! I've never walked the lez side of the street, but that didn't
mean I wouldn't try it if the opportunity ever presented itself. And H____ was
real sweet . . . I mean s-w-e-e-e-t! Young and innocent. It didn't seem that
she'd mind, either. I mean, she had some of the biggest hair I'd ever seen on a
woman, but it didn't seem to get in the way. And, she was . . . innocent, I
mean. In a sluttish kind of way, of course! Well, to make a long story short,
H____ and I got it on big time that night, while poor Dick ended up jerking off
into a handkerchief. H____ is bisexual, and, I discovered, so am I. She and I
dumped Dick and set up housekeeping on our own. Boys, girls, twos, threes, it
didn't matter. We were getting as much cock as we wanted. After a while, a guy
showed me a way to have multiple orgasms, so I guess everything's perfect. When
we heard about The Brothel, it seemed like the answer to our prayers. So, here
we are. Neither of is using our real names, of course, so you'll just have to
guess. All day and all night long, we get it on with guys like you, and
sometimes we get off on each other. It's a great life. Right about now, I'm
feeling pretty horny. My nipples are beginning to itch, and my pussy's getting
wet. I'm lying here desperate to talk to someone who will thrill me and who I
can thrill. I want to make you cum and cum. In my mouth, on my tits, in my
pussy, in my ass. Why don't you call me, and we'll both have a ball.
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