Whorehouse Stories

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Musings and Ramblings

by easylivin on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Hi everyone! My name is Nate, but most everyone knows me as "Barkeep". That seems to be the most commonly used salutation, until closing time. Then I get to learn all of my nicknames. When ever I meet someone new I automatically say "What'll ya have?" I've gotten a lot of funny looks from people until I tell them what I do for a living. The interesting part...

Peach's El Paso Trip

by paulwtx on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

I previously wrote about my wife's, Peach, first time with another woman (see Peach's First Woman). This time I'll tell about Peach's group experience in El Paso, Texas this last April 2002. To recap for those who have not read about Peach before, she is a 34-year-old blue-eyed blonde and my wife of nearly ten years. About five years ago we commenced a long...

Cliche

by imhapless on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

I haven't done a scientific study, and my perception may be way off, but to me it seems that stories in the Loving Wives category fall into three basic groups: –Willing cuck stories; guys, who for reasons I'll never understand, want to see other guys fucking their wives. These stories appear to be about 35% of the category. –BTB stories; after the wife che...

Community Theater Act 05

by Magna12 on Jan 16, 2019
Mature

As my college year came to a close, an email from Mrs. Cunningham asked me to be part of the summer community production of "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas." She wrote, "Your skills made our last production such a success, and we thought that you might enjoy helping us plan and stage this play, and perhaps you might act in it, too." The choice of play...

The Best Little Whore House...

by Whispering_Wolf57 on Sep 13, 2017
NonHuman

The Best Little Whorehouse That Ever Was... or Was It? I don't know why I decided to walk home the way I did, it was just another ordinary day. The same bullshit as always, but deep in the back of my mind I had a feeling. I can't really explain it, it was just a feeling. Something was telling me that today was going to be special and that it would be a day...

My First Black Woman

by marine55rick on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

NOTE - I am NOT a professional writer so I would appreciate a little kindness and understanding for grammatical errors one might find in my story. I tried to catch all of my spelling errors but I may have missed some. This story is a 100% true story and if you choose not to believe it, that's your business. This story is not meant to put anyone down or say...

Julie is a Whore Ch. 09

by Pretty_Sissy_Julie on Sep 14, 2020
Fetish

This is the follow up to the events that happened in Ch 8. It would be a good idea if you read that chapter before starting this one. There are 2 things that I need the readers to understand. Everything that was done in this story was done willingly. All of my Incest and Brothel stories are based on real events that happened to me, but I took part in them wi...

Welcome to my Brothel

by malk03 on Sep 1, 2007
Erotic Couplings

Welcome to my Brothel, I have a fine selection of females ready to satisfy any and every need you could possibly have. Maybe we should start off with a bit about me. I'm a handsome young man, just a hair over six feet, with broad shoulders and an athletic figure. I started out as a young hero, and came across a little known whorehouse nearly in the middle of...

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Kurt's Dream Come True

by Mr. Marvel on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

* Note all characters are property of Marvel Comics Inc. and are in no way involved with the writing of this story. This is a piece of fiction and is not real. Kurt Wagner A.K.A. Nightcrawler, was sitting alone in his room, wondering what his life would have been like if he wasn't born x-gene positive. He wondered what he would have looked liked. But he re...

Sub Manwhores Used by Domme

by DMonic on Jul 14, 2020
BDSM

Maatis stood on the viewing platform, looking at his feet or the gilded edge of the stage; anywhere but the women standing before him. With a little bit of courage, he peeked at their beautiful feet or their shapely legs. Maatis knew better than to be hopeful of the women passing by, picking their men—hopeful that the rest of them was the same. The scent of...