What would you expect if you bought your wife a whorehouse? *********** I slept on the way home wearing that blue dress. Porter's choice! I probably should have realized with all the cum Nate had loaded into me that I'd wake up in a puddle. I had lifted my dress above my waist expecting such a surprise when I awoke. Thank goodness for leather seats. Eleven...
set in the 1900s southern Italy In the large megacity of Ledan is a tavern by day and brothel by night run by the only futa succubus in the city. Her speciality at day was pouring delicious milk into beer as to increase the city's people's libido. Her nighttime speciality is giving the best hate fucks to anyone who asks for it, she already racked up quite a...
This is not a stand-alone story. Before you can understand this chapter you must read Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot part 1. ***** When Firebush woke Beercan Tuesday morning, Beercan realized that he was starring directly at a pair of shaven low hangers and an erect penis jutting out of a patch of bright red pubic hair that had been manscaped to look...
I spent a good deal of the early 80’s in the part of the Middle East known as the ‘Levant’ – Lebanon, Israel mostly, plus a few sides trips to places like Egypt and Turkey. It was during this time that I developed an appreciation for Middle-Eastern women with their thick, dark hair, their flashing, almond-shaped deep brown eyes, their olive complexions. And...
Cole wasn't so much taken aback as staggered by the verbal ambush – heavens knew Sophie had a temper and wasn't shy about letting him see it but this? She never asked him about Bella. "How do you know I sent her away? Maybe she chose to leave." Sophie laughed. "Don't be ridiculous." Surprised at her vehemence, Cole leaned a hip against an out-of-t...
Chapter 13: Jolly Holiday Jane and the owners of the whorehouse were having a nice round of tea amidst the sex noises they heard coming from the other rooms. She looked up for a second. "Someone's just came, I think," she said. The husband chuckled. "Do you two have sex often?" asked Jane. "Of course we do- though never with our little friends or when the...
I never thought that I would have been able to reach 1,000 likes, and that this story would be in the top 100 Fantasy stories, and it wouldn't have happened without you guys continuing to come back, reading what I dare put out to the world, and let me know that you like it. Thanks to all of you, and I can only hope you'll all still be here if/when I reach 2,...
The Best Little Whorehouse That Ever Was... or Was It? I had just gotten home and needed a hot steamy and long shower. I still don't believe what happened my cock is still rock hard, I am dripping with sweat. Today is a day that I will never forget. My clothes came off as I walked into the bathroom, I open the shower door and turned the hot water on. Steam...
I had frequented Mistress Rosalyn's whorehouse for a few years and had always enjoyed her selection of prostitutes. I had secretly been wanting to go into one of the special fetish rooms on the third floor of the house ever since I had heard about them, but until today I had never had the spine to actually go. For some reason, though, today just seemed like...
Monday was his favourite day most of the time. It was a time of the week he looked forward to after a Sunday rest. His woman on Monday was a petite maid of his wife's and she was always eager to please. Today Lord Roger strolled into his apartments to find his little maid in all her splendour knelt on the floor with her bare ankles showing as she groomed on...