Prostitution

Fiction

Family Brothel 1

It had been five months since James Cooper died in an car accident. His wife — Julie, a thirty-six year old mother of two — had to raise her children on her own. The father’s life insurance paid off enough to pay for the family for about six months, so time was running out. Julie was desperate because she didn’t manage to find a job all these months. She didn’t have a regular job before. She met James in high school and married him three months later, when she found out that she was pregnant with her first child, Jenna, who is now twenty. Two years later she got her second child, Greg.
If she didn’t earn some money soon, they would lose their house and Julie wouldn’t be able to pay for their children’s college.
One day, Julie had an audition as a secretary. This audition changed her life forever. The manager she wanted to work for was an fat guy, about fifty-five years old. “So, why do you think you should get the job, Mrs. Cooper?” he asked.
“Well, I will work very hard for you, Sir. I’ll cook the best coffee you ever drank and I’ll do everything to make your work easier!”
“Everything, huh?” he said, a wicked grin on his face. He started to open his pants. “Time for some oral test!”
Julie was shocked. She liked to suck cock, but this was different. She thought about it and realized, that she really needed this job. So she knelt down before the guy’s chair. She took his old, small cock and started stroking it. It got harder, but not very hard.
‘What a jerk,’ she thought when she took it in her mouth.
She did a good job — years of practice made her a real expert. As she expected, the manager didn’t last very long, before he came in her mouth. She swallowed it all. Julie raised herself off the floor and stood before him.
“So, did I pass the test?”
“This was the best blow job I ever got!” he said pulling out a hundred dollar bill. He wanted to give the money to the confused woman.
“What’s that? I don’t want money, I want the job!”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Cooper, but I hired a secretary a half hour ago.”
“What? What did I just gave you a blow job for?”
She couldn’t believe this guy fooled her.
“I’m sorry, you’re so beautiful and sexy, I just couldn’t resist. But you just earned a hundred bucks. Take it or leave it, but get out of my office now!”
Julie was in shock. She grabbed the money and went straight out, slamming the door as hard as she could. The whole way home she cried. When she was home, she laid on the couch crying. Her daughter Jenna heard her and came to help her mom.
“Why are you crying, mom?”
“It’s nothing, honey. sob I just had an audition and I … I … I can’t tell you that, I’m sorry!”
“What is it, mom? Didn’t you get the job?” the daughter asked.
“It’s not that. The guy … he … he asked me to — well — do him a special favor.”
“You sucked his cock?”
“What? How do you … Well, I did,” she confessed.
They were a very open family. Talking about sex had never been a problem.
“I guess you’re disappointed of me now, don’t you?”
“No mom, really. It just shows how much you love us. Besides I … I think it’s kind of cool”.
“You do? Well I earned a hundred dollars very fast and it wasn’t that bad also.”
“Would you do it again? I mean sucking cock for money?” What an idea!
“Well …” The mother thought about it, “I guess I could. It would help us a lot. This is not a bad idea honey!”
She felt excited and kind of horny. This idea didn’t sound so bad. Maybe she could fuck some of the guys also. She would earn a lot more for that and besides she hadn’t had sex since James died. “Would you mind if your mom becomes a hooker?”
“No mom, if you don’t have a problem with that, neither do I.”
“Ok, so if Greg is ok with it, I could run some kind of home brothel?” she explained her plans.
Later that evening they had a family meeting and explained the idea to Greg, who surprisingly was cool with it. He said he could built some inventory and serve drinks to the guests.
“Hey and what do I do?” Jenna asked.
“I could think of something,” Greg teased.
“No! I don’t want my daughter to do such things. It’s enough if I do it!” Julie said.
“But mom, I want to help too. I wouldn’t mind seeing some clients. Really!”
Julie was confused. She hadn’t expected her daughter to be interested in being a prostitute. She wouldn’t let her do it and protested.
“Well ok, but I could dance and strip for the waiting guests. Would that be ok?” Jenna proposed.
“Well … since you really seem to want it, I think it’s ok. But promise me to stop and tell me, when you don’t feel fine doing it, ok?”
“I promise mom. Thank you! At least my dance lessons are gonna pay off now,” Jenna giggled.
They all were very exited, especially Greg. They decided to go to bed, since they would have to prepare a lot of things the next day. Of course everyone woke up early the next day; they just couldn’t wait. While Greg went to a hardware shop to buy some things, including a table dance pole, the female members of the family went shopping to get them some sexy outfits.
Julie bought a red garter belts, stockings and a matching bra, that supported her d-cup tits. After giving birth to Greg, her c-cup breasts started to sag a little, so she and her husband decided to get her silicone breast-implants. This made her tits bigger, but more important: really firm!
Jenna visited a sex shop, which had a special section for stripper-wear and stuff like that. She bought some outfits, each representing a different style. Some leather stuff and handcuffs for bondage-lovers, a school uniform for prejudiced Japanese businessmen and some sexy lingerie for … well, everybody else.
When Jenna and her mother came home, Julie said, “So, what did you buy?”
“Well mom, why don’t we just model our new stuff for each other?” Jenna proposed.
“Great idea, sweety! But let’s wait for your brother; I think it’s unfair to start without him.”
“Mom, are you serious? You would let Greg watch you in sexy outfits and stuff?” Jenna was a bit surprised by her mom’s proposal.
“Yeah, why not? Sooner or later he’s gonna see us anyway, so why not now? I wouldn’t want him being shocked or something in front of our guests. Besides, you will strip in front of several strangers, why should you be shy around your own brother?” Julie answered.
Jenna though about it for a second or two. “I think you’re right mom; it doesn’t make sense to be shy around him. I just didn’t think about having him see me nearly nude, I guess. ”
They made a plan, and when Greg returned they called him to his mom’s bedroom. When he came in, he couldn’t believe his eyes. In front of him were his voluptuous mother, wearing nothing but a thong and a see-through bra, supporting her big tits and showing her nipples. Next to her was his sister with black fishnet stockings on her long firm legs. She wore a really really short jeans-skirt. Her c-cup tits were covered by a tight black tank-top, which showed off her flat belly. Both girls had an awesome fuck-me look. Never before had Greg’s cock gone up so far and become so hard.
“Y … You two … You two look awesome!” he finally managed to say, “Mom, I think you shouldn’t take a hundred bucks, but a hundred thousand bucks a fuck! And Jen, the guys will stick so much money in your panties, you’ll have problems to dance, because of the weight!”
Both women blushed.
“Do you want to see what else we got?” Julie asked.
This must have been a rhetorical question, since no man an earth would have said ‘no’. Neither did Greg, of course. He didn’t expect what happened next though. Julie and her daughter just took off their clothes until they were completely naked. First Greg saw their tits, then their cunts, both neatly trimmed, and their asses. He must be the luckiest guy on earth, he thought. He stared at them, not really knowing where to look.
“Do you like what you see?” they grinned at him.
“I’m … I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect this and you’re both so incredibly sexy!” he said, as her turned away.
“No one said you have to look away. Jenna and I had a talk and we decided that you would see us both in sexy dresses or even naked sooner or later. So we decided that it wouldn’t hurt if you saw us now,” Julie explained to her son.
“So it’s ok for me to look at you to naked?” he asked to make sure he understood his mother.
“Yeah, that’s what I just said,” Julie confirmed as Jenna nodded to her brother.
This thing was getting better and better for the teenage boy. After they showed him some more outfits, he couldn’t take it any longer. He said that he liked all the outfits very much and that he would have to start working now. Of course that’s not exactly right. He had to start working, but before he’d start, he had to go to his room and jack off. He had never been so horny before and it took only four or five strokes, before he erupted. It was the most intense feeling he ever had.
Two day passed and the family house started to look like a real brothel. There was a bar, a small stage with the table dance pole for Jenna, some decoration and, of course, two separate rooms with big beds and different inventory. Julie would switch rooms between guests, so one of the kids could clean the room, refill the box with the condoms, and so on.
Jenna had tried a few things on stage, as her dancing lessons at school hadn’t contained pole- or lap-dancing. Greg saw his sister’s show quite a few times these days. He was some kind of test-audience. He got so horny every time, seeing his sexy, often oiled sister, dancing seductively on the stage. He had to jack off after every single show. He was glad she didn’t ask him to be her lap-dance tester. He would have come in his pants at least twice!
When everyone was ready, Julie called the manager who made her suck his cock at the audition. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, on the other hand he was the one who started this and he could bring new guests to the new brothel. Business partners, clients, whatever. She told him that she would suck his cock again and that she’d even let him fuck her. She also told him that he could bring along some guests. The manager remembered the woman who gave him the best blow job ever. He visited the brothel that evening, bringing along five friends. Jenna did a professional show for them and was rewarded by a lot of bills, which the men stuck in her panties.
Greg served alcoholic drinks. They were expensive, but when a bunch of managers wants fun, money isn’t a topic. One after the other fucked Julie that evening. They fucked her tits, mouth, pussy and ass. She didn’t come with any of the guys, though she acted like she did, but it wasn’t disgusting either. In fact, she kind of enjoyed being a whore, hooker, or whatever you want to call it.
When the guests left, they promised to come back and to tell all their friends about the ‘Cooper Brothel’. The family of three earned about fifteen hundred dollars that night.
The following days and weeks the brothel became well known and very successful. Julie and Jenna loved their new jobs more and more. Greg liked his job too, but he had to jack off at least two times each day, because he always saw both women naked all the time. His mom noticed that and decided she had to talk to him.
She went to his room and said, “Greg, we need to talk”.
He was just lying on the bed stroking his cock. He quickly tried to hide his erection, but it was obvious that he was caught jacking off. Julie saw his nice big cock disappearing under the blanket. She noticed that she got horny looking at it. She had an idea.
“Hey, you don’t need to cover up. You see Jenna and me naked all the time; I think it’s only fair, if you don’t act prude around me,” she grinned.
“Yeah mom, you’re right,” he said putting away the blanket, presenting his nice hard seven inch cock to his mom. Julie gasped. It was really big. She felt the urge to … no, this was her son after all!
“That’s better dear. So, I came here to talk to you. I’ve noticed that you jack off quite often, since we started our little family business.”
“As you just said mom, I see you and Jen naked all the time. I just can’t help it, you two are so sexy and I … I …” he stammered.
“It’s ok, Greg. I don’t blame you or anything. It’s just … do you mind seeing us all the time?”
“No, it’s just that I’m surrounded by sex every day and all I can do is jack off,” he said with a said voice.
“Your a handsome boy, you should go out, date and find yourself a girlfriend,” Julie said. As if he didn’t had that idea himself …
“And then? Bring her home to show her I live in a brothel?” he asked.
“Does it bother you to live here? I thought you were ok with it. You didn’t change your mind, did you?” Julie said, a little bit concerned.
“No, I still think it’s a good thing, we make a lot of money and have jobs we like. But what do you think a girl would say, if I bring her to a brothel for a date?”
That sounded logical. Julie had thought about a way to get her son some relief.
“You said you think I’m sexy and you get horny watching me naked or in a sexy outfit, didn’t you?”
He nodded. She stood up, and pulled the tight top she wore over her head. She unclasped the bra and her tits came to his view.
“Wha … wha … what are you doing mom?”
“You were right, you’re handicapped because of our business. So I’ll have to help you out,” she said as she dropped her skirt. She didn’t wear any panties. Julie knelt in front of her son. She grabbed his stiff cock and moved her hands up and down. Then she guided it to her face and slowly put it in her mouth.
“Hmmm,” she moaned.
The boy couldn’t believe his luck. Finally his mom sucked him off. This what he always wanted subconsciously. No more jacking off! Now he understood the smiles on the faces of the guys, when the left the brothel; his mom was an expert! She took his entire cock in her mouth, until his balls slapped against her chin.
“Oh mom, you’re wonderful, don’t stop!”
Greg put his right hand on the back of her head, guiding her moves up and down. With his other hand, he grabbed and of her large breasts and kneaded them hard. He also pinched her nipples from time to time, which made her moan even louder. It didn’t take long, before he was ready to come.
“I’m gonna cum mom, oh yeah, your mouth is so warm and wet. Oh yeah moooooooooooooooooooom, I’M CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIING!”
He squirted the biggest load of his young life in her mouth. She swallowed it all. She licked his cock clean until it began to shrink. The best mother in the world lifted herself and lay down beside her exhausted son.
“Mom, that was the hottest thing in the world. Now I understand the satisfaction all these men enjoy, when they come out of your room.”
“Well thanks, honey. But that was not the best thing I do to give them satisfaction. You haven’t even fucked me yet!” Julie said, while she caressed her son’s balls with her hand.
“Wha … You mean … You mean you would let me … ” Greg’s cock was hard again.
“I like fucking the guests very much, but I nearly never come. But if I’d fuck my handsome, young son with his big cock, I … ” Greg interrupted her, turning her on her back and laying between her legs. Julie grabbed between them and guided his cock to her well-fucked cunt. Her pushed and his cock slid in her hot, very wet pussy. He thrust in and out.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, fuck me, Greg! Fuck me hard!” Julie screamed. Her big tits bounced back and forth, each time her son slammed his dick in her. “Oh my god, you great, son! Fuck me! Deeper, deeeeeeeeeper!” Greg’s thrust became harder until Julie couldn’t take it any longer, “Oh yeah, Greg, I’m cumming, oh yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaiiii!”
Greg slowed down and gave her a few seconds to recover. Then he grabbed her, rolled on his back and pulled her on top of him. His hard cock was still in her pussy. Julie loved this position. She began to rock her hips, riding him like there was no tomorrow. Then, for the first time he grabbed his mother’s marvelous tits. The were so big and firm at the same time. This was anything he needed. “Oh mom, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna shoot my sperm up your hot tight cunt! Oh yeah, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
With that he grabbed her ass cheeks ass cheeks, pulled her down as hard as he could and shot his love juice where it belonged — in his mother’s hot pussy! When Julie felt her son squirting his wonderful sperm to her womb, she had her second orgasm. Mother and son came in unison! Both of them were breathless. The exhausted mother lay on her new lover and felt his prick shrinking in her. She had always loved that when she had sex with her beloved husband.
They happily fell asleep together. Neither mother nor son regretted anything the next morning and they agreed to continue fucking. Julie told her son to come to her, whenever he was horny.
***
Several months passed by and the family continued their very successful business. Julie had regular clients. Some of them had a four hour way, just to fuck her. One of them was Henry, a wealthy businessman who was a big fan of Julie. He stopped by at least once a month. He was very generous and always gave the girls really big tips. We talk about five to eight hundred dollars a night. He announced that he was about to visit the brothel on a particular Friday evening. When Julie woke up that Friday, she didn’t feel well. She had problems to breathe, her throat and head ached and she had a fever.
“Oh no!” she whined, “Henry is about to come tonight, I have to work.”
“You can’t work in this condition mom!” her kids explained.
“I can’t disappoint him. He is one of our most important clients. If he would have to see another girl, we could lose him as a guest,” the mother explained.
“Not if the girl is one in this house,” Jenna answered.
Both, Julie and Greg looked at her surprised.
“I’ll fuck him. I may not be as experienced as you, mom, but I’m not innocent either.”
“No, your not gonna … There has to be another way!” Julie said worried about her daughter.
“Mom, I think she is right. It’s the only way I can think of to keep him as a client. If Jenna really wants to do it, I think we should give it a try,” Greg said.
Julie looked at her daughter seriously.
“Honey, are you sure you wouldn’t have a problem with it?”
“Yes mom, one hundred per cent.”
“Ok then, but you can stop any time. If you don’t feel well, just stop. It wouldn’t ruin us to lose him …”
So it was set, Jenna was about to become a hooker. When Henry arrived, they explained the circumstances and he was just fine with it. Of course he loved to fuck Julie, but this twenty year old bitch that used to lap dance for him, wasn’t bad either. He had wanted to fuck her ever since the first time he saw her on stage, but he knew that she only danced. Now he’d finally get to fuck her.
Jenna took him by his hand and guided him to his favorite room, sat him on the bed and started to dance. She shook her hips and ass while she stripped off her top. She sat on his lap and brought her tits to his face, so he could suck her nipples. After a while, Jenna leaned back and took off his shirt. Then she rose from his lap, turned around and pulled down her short skirt while she bent down. She wore a black thong and Henry had a good look at her firm young ass.
‘Oh my god,’ he thought and couldn’t resist no longer. He grabbed her ass and started massaging her cheeks. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. Jenna turned around and stepped back. She seductively pulled down her thong so he could see her neatly trimmed pussy. No need to say that he was hard as a rock by now.
Jenna knelt down between his legs, opened his zip, pulled out his pole and eagerly began do suck it. She could take half of it without choking…….

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Fiction

Cafe Whore

So after my first story which was a relative success I dicided to write another one, this time fiction. It’s got the same kind of story-telling style. I wrote it kind of quickly, I think realism might be taking a bit of a hit here, but that’s not really what you guys come here for, is it haha. Enjoy!

Fiction

When In Rome – 04

Author’s NotesCallia gets gang-banged. This chapter is not intended to be about Augustus Caesar. The man in this chapter is entirely fictional, and no disrespect to his name was intended.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Callia – Sex? No, but she’s prepping for sex. Still hot, IMO.
Scene 02: Augustus – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________CALLIA
She hadn’t been fucked in days. Hadn’t even been allowed around any man, and the female slaves who were attending her had been under strict orders not to touch her, or let her touch herself. She felt like she was dying.
The Emperor was coming. That’s why she’d been locked away. Father wanted to bruises on her body to heal. He also wanted her her to be out of her mind; dripping wet, mindlessly starved for cock. It was working. At that moment, she’d do anything to be touched.
She would have to wear clothes today, at least when she went to greet Augustus. Father had garments made for her, especially for today. Over the course of her young life, while she was still at Father’s secret club, the Emperor had been her only client for the first year of her working life. The other club was available only to the richest and most powerful of men of Rome, those who had very much to lose if their secret, illegal predilections got out. The girls were only allowed to work one day a month, for reasons she didn’t understand. Perhaps Father just wanted to keep their holes tight. But the emperor had been there to see her often. Augustus had spent more than a small fortune on her – which was why father had made a show of draping her in illusive, expensive sea silk. He wanted to pretend like she’d been given some part of the Emperor’s coin – when in reality it had done nothing but line her father’s purse.
Golden leaves, not laurels; a circlet of oak, yew and ash leaves – a nod to her mother’s high status in the Celtic world, she guessed – circled her head. Gold, too, were the straps of her sandals, crisscrossing up were slender, tanned calves. Her face had been painted like some of the older whores, thin lines of black khol around her eyes like Egyptian royalty, her lips were pale and shimmered in the light. Her red hair had been lightly curled and teased until it was full and wild. She looked like a young, nubile nymph – a wild, woodland child of the gods.
She’d been oiled for days, and made to lay naked and spread in the sun, turning at regular intervals and it had made her fair skin take on a golden, Roman glow. Her freckles were more prominent, instead of being restricted to her nose, they were sprinkled over her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. They hadn’t used enough of the sea silk on her body, but she assumed that was the point. It was sheer to the point of see-through, and when she looked in the mirror she could see the outline of her breasts and her hard nipples standing erect through the draping top. Her cunt was just barely visible through the too-short skirt fashioned from the material, she could just make out the line of her now-hairless little slit. A golden belt was cinched tight around her narrow, young waist. This was no aristocrat’s garment. It was a garment for a rare and expensive whore.
That made her hot. She could feel her knees trembling with the need to be violated. She liked being dressed up to suit a man’s needs, being changed into whatever suited his desires. Like she wasn’t a person at all, just a doll – a toy – to suit a man’s fantasy. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, and the way the soft silk brushed her skin made her ache to be filled.
When the door creaked open, she hoped against hope that it was someone there with a cock, or a tongue, or fingers.. Someone who would use her young, aching body.
Her father stood in the doorway, flanked by Gaius.. And Cassius. They were his oldest sons, it made sense that they were the ones with him, but she’d laid awake for days, arms chained above her head fantasizing about Cassius and when she saw him it was all she could do not to beg for his cock.
She, and only she, could tell that the feeling was mutual. Her oldest brother loved what he saw when he looked at her. She stood up straighter, back arched so that her tits jutted out almost imperceptibly.
Her father smiled as his eyes examined her. “Hm. Yes, yes I think that might be perfect. Callia, turn. Bend over.”
Hope soared in her chest as she obeyed. The skirt of her garment raised as she did. It was far too short, and when her hands wrapped around her ankles, her glistening little pink cunt was fully exposed to her father and brothers. She wanted to be mounted, fucked while still in this glorious silk.
They voiced their approval, and she was commanded to kneel before them. She did, knelt in the position she was taught. Her shins on the floor, legs parted wide, back arched to present her tits. She smiled to herself. When she knelt, her cunt was still perfectly visible. Maybe clothes weren’t so bad, after all.
“Come now, Callia. Augustus is on his way.”
She smiled. Surely he would fuck her cunt. Perhaps even let some of his guards use her as well.
As they led her down the hall, she felt Cassius’s hand snake between her legs to slide a finger between the lips of her pussy. No one noticed, but when she looked back at him, his finger was in his mouth.
*AUGUSTUS
Augustus hated the old Greek pimp. What he hated more was that Lykos had something he craved, something he could not buy. He’d wanted to own Callia since the first day he saw her. A sweet, naked virgin who had been so proud when she explained to him that she’d just sucked her father’s cock for the first time. She’d been so eager to tell him that she’d made him cum on the first try. He’d held her on his lap, spat on his hands as he rubbed her little clit as she told him the story in full, explicit detail. What his cock had tasted like, what his balls had felt like in her mouth, how much she’d loved it when her father had ordered her to leave his cum on her face until it dried.
She had squirmed and writhed against his fingers, getting as aroused by her recounting of the memory as she was by his hands on her cunt. He hadn’t been permitted to penetrate her, not even with a finger. It had infuriated him. He was not a man accustomed to being told no. He had ended up bartering with the old greek, paying three times her virgin price just to lay his cock against her, hold her cunt lips around it and jack his cock against her slit. He would have given Lykos anything but his empire to have fucked her that day. He’d received a promise that he would be the one to deflower her. And he had, a little over a year later.
He wanted to own her that moment, but his position -and his wife- would not allow that.
Today he was visiting her again, as a treat. Not for him, but for his six most favored guards. They’d served him well these past years, and he knew Callia was the perfect reward. And after they had used her, he would bury himself in a cunt he’d been fantasizing about for a very long time.
And then she was standing in front of him, barely clothed, made up like the finest little whore in all of Rome. Which she truly was. Young and eager, she whole-heartedly enjoyed everything that was done to her. That’s what made Callia so special. There was never a moment when he’d believed anything he’d done to her had been against her will.
He could feel the mood of the men around him changing, becoming hungry as they stared at her. Through her dress, anyone could see her body, young and supple. Pretty little freckled tits, a tight slit, round ass. Yes, all six of his guards would enjoy her. And he would watch.
She greeted him eagerly, and he could feel the heat of her body against his as he embraced her. His men groped her, hands on her tits, up her skirt to squeeze her ass and explore her cunt as she greeted each one of them in turn.
Her father ushered them all into a room set up for the festivities. Wine and food was abundant, areas were set up so that he, her brothers, and her father could watch. Callia was shaking as she was ordered to kneel, her little cunt exposed and soaking as she watched the men exchange greetings. She’d grown older, filled out, but she hadn’t changed. A whore was still a whore.
His men examined her. Rough hands on her soft skin, the shoved their fingers in her mouth. Bent her over to fondle her ass, spread her legs and ass wide open to see her tight little holes. Her lips parted in something close to a scream as one of his men’s fingers forced open her asshole.
“She’s been deprived for days.” Lykos informed him, his eyes never leaving his daughter’s body.
He could tell. She was licking and biting at her lips furiously as his men inspected her cunt. Two of them had fingers buried in the same hole, and she was forcing her hips against their hands. Finally one of his men filled her waiting mouth, and she sucked his cock greedily. She took it down her throat without even trying to wet it. She gagged around it even as she pushed her hips back, fucking the fingers that were inside her. He could see her thighs shaking, even from across the room.
“Somebody fuck the little bitch already,” Gaius, Lykos’s second son muttered next to him, and he laughed.
“Please,” Callia added, her mouth still around the head of his soldier’s cock.
One of his men, Cladius was only too happy to oblige. When Callia bent her body out to him, he slipped his cock inside her from behind. Cladius dug his fingers into her hips as he pounded inside and Callia went wild. She was no passive whore. She never missed a stroke of Quintus’s cock as she slammed her ass back on the cock impaling her. He could hear her moans muffled by the cock down her throat while she got her sweet little pussy pounded. Some of Lykos’s other girls knelt as his feet, and he guided his cock into the waiting mouth of one of them. A pretty young dark haired girl with tiny tits. He pulled her hair as she swallowed his cock, and he watched his men lay Callia down on the stone floor. One of his men held her arms, pinning her down with one hand and slapped her face repeatedly as Cladius pounded her cunt. She was screaming, begging them to fuck her harder, telling them in graphic and explicit terms just how badly she wanted to be covered in their cum. Two of them shredded her garment off her body, exposing the shaking, sweet little tits. They assaulted them, slapping them until they were a violent red before licking and biting on her little nipples. The man holding her arms slammed his cock back inside her mouth, and she had her first of many orgasms that day with a cock in her mouth, one in her cunt, and a different mouth on each of her tits.
*CALLIA
Six cocks. Six deliciously thick cocks, all belonging to men she’d never seen before. And she was going to be fucked by them all. Her cunt was soaked, already being penetrated violently. None of them would go easy on her, because she wasn’t a woman. She was a whore. An object. She was made especially for their pleasure, three willing holes created solely to be filled with their cum.
She sucked the cock in her mouth like her life depended on it. Her cheeks and tits were stinging from their violent slaps and she savored the feeling of her lips being stretched wide, the way the head of his cock was forced down her throat over and over, barely giving her time to breathe.
The man pulled out of her cunt before he could cum, and she was jerked up, and rolled onto his stomach, her back to his chest. Two of the men grabbed her calves, stretching her legs wide open as she felt the man under her guiding his cock to the entrance of her tight little ass hole.
“Oh, yes. Yes please,” She begged him. “Put your dick in my ass, please. Please put your fucking dick in my ass.”
He obliged her, and she screamed, half pain, half ecstasy as his thick cock slid inside her tightest hole. She knew this position, knew what was coming, why her cunt was still empty and accessible. Even as the man beneath her assaulted her ass, she watched another taking his position between her legs. She shuddered, every inch of her body shaking as he shoved his cock in her dripping wet cunt. She whimpered, eyes closed, just taking it all in, the men fucking her there in front of her audience. She turned her head to find her father.
“Look. Look at me, Daddy.” She begged. “Daddy, I have two big cocks inside me, see?”
Her father nodded, shoving his cock deep inside another whore’s mouth.
He licked his lips before speaking, his voice shaky. “Yes, baby I know. I see you. Take those dicks like a good girl.”
Every set of eyes in the room were focused on her, every man getting his cock stroked or jerked by one of the slaves on the floor. Even Cassius had his cock buried deep in some blonde’s throat.
She was a good girl, so she made sure to squeeze her cunt and ass around the cocks inside her, staying so fucking tight as they fucked her. The other guards squeezed her tits and slapped her face, fisting their cocks in their hands waiting for their own turns inside her.
She could feel the man under her tensing, his strokes even fucking rougher than they had been before. He was breathing heavily, his lips against her ear.
“Do you actually like this, you filthy whore?” He asked as his fingers dug into her hips.
She moaned. “Yes. Yes, I love it. Oh Gods, I fucking love your cock in my ass.”
His nails dug in, hard enough to hurt her, and she knew. He had just pumped her little ass full of his cum.
Both men pulled out, and she was bent over. Her ass was spread, facing the couch where the other men sat, so that they could see the first load of cum she’d taken. And then the man who had fucked her pussy earlier slammed himself into her asshole.
He took her hair in his fist, and held her face down against the hard stone floor as he rammed his cock in her ass, deep enough and hard enough to hurt despite the pounding she’d already taken. He slapped her ass with his other hand as he penetrated her.
It didn’t take him long, she was begging with her face being held firmly against the floor, and after about ten more violent strokes, he rolled her over by her hair and shoved his sock in her face. She opened her mouth so eagerly, but her came before he could even get it past her lips. She could taste his cum on her tongue, and feel it hot and sticky on her lips.
She was rewarded with a vicious slap for making him cum too soon. He held her by the hair, and she presented her open, cum-filled mouth to the spectators.
And then she was filled again. Two of them tried to stick their cocks in the same hole, but the emperor wouldn’t let them. He planned on using her later.
They looked irritated, but agreed, and then one slammed his cock in her ass while the other took her pussy. They had done this before, she could tell. Fucked the same women at the same time, because their thrusts were as perfectly timed as daddy’s and Hectors had been. When the man in her pussy wrapped his hands around her throat, it was only two more rough strokes before she came around both of their cocks, being chocked reminded her of Cass, and the thought that he was watching made her fucking crazy. Her eyes locked with his as her body spasmed around two other men’s cocks. He.. He actually smiled at her. It was a frightening smile, one that promised punishment, but a smile none the less.
She threw her head back, and it cracked against the stone floor as the man under her, rolled her off of him and onto the ground. They rolled her over, and knelt over her as they pumped their cocks just inches from her face. She opened her mouth, smiling widely, dizzy and euphoric. When they came it was in unison, and it dripped over the lower part of her face, mouth, chin, cheeks, nose. She just laid against the floor, her body aching and lazy, almost broken.
But she wasn’t finished yet.
She was hefted to her knees, ass in the air as one of the last two men buried himself in her ass, and the other shoved his cock down her throat. She choked on it, but sucked hungrily, hoping he would end up spaying his seed down her throat. She hadn’t got to taste enough.
The man in her ass took his time. His thrusts were not rough and hungry like the other men, but they were violent just the same. He held her hair in his hands, and shoved so deep with every carefully slow thrust. His hand reached down around her hips, and he pinched her sensitive little clit between his fingers as he fucked her ass and watched her sloppily suck the cock in front of her.
She rotated her hips in small circles, both for the sensation it would give his cock, and the sensation it would give her overworked little clit. She grinned around her cock, felling that next orgasm starting to build, heat pooling. It gave her her second wind, and she looked up at the man in her mouth as she balanced on one hand and used the other to cup his balls. He petted her head in encouragement, voicing his approval in a soft groan. She held his balls in her hand as she felt her legs tighten, her knees shaking as her body prepared. She let go, trying to scream, but only succeeded in gagging and choking around his thick cock. His dick spasmed in her mouth and she felt it, that hot, salty seed hitting the back of her throat.
The man behind her shoved one last, painfully rough thrust deep inside her ass, and held her there as she felt his cock jerking inside her. Spent, he shoved her away and she collapsed, filthy, cum covered and exhausted. She curled up on the floor wearing nothing but her sandals and tiny gold belt, eyes closed, but smiling as the room erupted in applause.

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Trafficked Love Ch. 11

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

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Babysitting for Married Men 3 – a new career

“Hi, Emily. It’s Matt.” … “Oh! Uh, Hi.” I hadn’t been with Matt for over a year. I used to babysit for the Rikers and Matt had taken my virginity one night when his wife was away. Our affair went on until I moved away to college. I was in my dorm room when the phone rang and it was him.

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Puritan Whores Ch4

Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/ft, Consensual, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Incest, Mother, Daughter, BDSM, Spanking, First, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Big Breasts

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Getting Started

As most things do it began innocently enough. He was on his back on the very bed she was currently kneeling in front of and she was on top of him, impaled on the girth of his rigid pole, slowly riding it. Sue was an exotic woman, 27 years old and standing five foot ten, she rocked hefty 38Ds, and was of Asian-American descent.

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Family Brothel 2 by Darklord9895

“Oh yeah, you’re as good as the other bitch!” he screamed.
Jenna was proud of herself. Ok, maybe he exaggerated a little bit in his ecstasy, but she had to be really good, though. She pulled it out of her mouth to pull down his pants so they were both completely naked. Then she took a rubber from the box, thinking ‘safety first!’ and rolled it over his prick. The young hooker then straddled his lap and guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. She lowered herself slowly, letting inch after inch slide in her juicy cunt.
Henry felt like he was in heaven. This young twenty year old snatch was the tightest he ever had the honor to fuck. Jenna began to rock her hips, letting her client’s hard dick slide in and out of her hole.
“Oh yeah, yeah, keep that up,” moaned Henry. He grabbed the big round tits bouncing over him. They felt wonderful. Nice and full, just the right size and firm as hell.
Her mother had told Jenna that the guy liked it, if she talked dirty, so she moaned “Ohhh, I love to ride that big fat cock of yours. Bang me, push it deep in my young wet pussy. Oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh!”
She clenched her pussy muscles. Henry was about to explode. Her grabbed her hips and pushed his ass up to meet her thrusts. A few seconds later he climaxed and squirted a huge load of cum. Jenna got off his cock and sat down beside him on the bed. He was out of breath, and near a heard attack. He needed a few seconds before he could speak again. Then he ordered the whore to take of the rubber and clean his cock with her tongue. She did as he wanted. His dick was getting hard again and she knew what that meant; he would bang her again.
“I wanna fuck you doggy style now, so get on you hands and knees!” he ordered.
He put a condom on his stiff cock, got behind her and with one hand on her ass and the other on his cock, he guided himself in her still wet pussy. Henry grabbed Jen’s shoulders and pulled her back, ramming his cock forwards at the same time. He got in deeper and deeper. The girl loved every second of it and even came after several hard thrusts. A few minutes later he climaxed and pumped his hot semen in her cunt, well, in the condom of course.
They fucked one more time and Henry had one of the hottest nights in his life. And Jenna had never earned more money in a single night. He handed her five hundred dollars when he left with a smile. Five hundred dollars and a lot of fun — what a night!
***
Jenna wanted to become a regular hooker of the brothel. She liked dancing and would still do it, but now she would be available for fucking and sucking too. At the next family meeting, they all talked about it and agreed that they would share their jobs from now on. Both women would dance and fuck.
Later that night, when their mom was asleep, Jenna came to her brother’s room.
“What’s up sis?” he asked.
“It’s … uhm … it’s kind of embarrassing. I … I need your help … I’m not sure if I should ask you that …” she said very nervously.
“Just ask Jen, I won’t bite,” he smiled.
“Ok. You know, as a hooker you’re expected to do everything to satisfy the client. Everything, including anal sex. I’ve never done it before and …”
“You don’t have to do it, Jen!” he assured.
“It’s not that. It’s just that I want to do it right. If I have I client, I can’t try anything, they expect a professional and that’s what they pay for,” she explained to her brother.
“Hm, I think that’s right. So what do you want to do about it … oh … you … you mean I should … really?”
“Yeah, exactly. I want you to fuck my ass! If you don’t want to, I’d understand. I mean we’re brother and sister after all. I’ll fuck strangers, so it isn’t a big deal for me to fuck my own brother. So, what do you say?”
Greg thought about it. Since he fucked his mom on a regular basis, why shouldn’t he fuck his sister too? Additionally he had been curious about anal sex for quite a while.
“Ok, let’s do it!” he finally said.
“Great!”, the girl nearly shouted, “I’ll be right back, wait here for me.”
With that she left. A few seconds later, she came back with some KY-jelly. “This will make it easier!”
With that she stripped naked in front of her brother. He did the same.
“So, how do you want to do it?” Greg asked.
“Well, I think I should suck you cock first. It will get in better when it’s wet.”
She didn’t wait for an answer, but guided is already stiff cock in her mouth and sucked it.
“Oh wow, Jen, I didn’t think you would be as good as mom!” escaped Greg’s mouth and the moment he said it, he already regretted it. He shouldn’t tell his sister that he fucked his mom.
Jenna heard what he said and got curious.
“What do you mean? How do you know how mom gives blow jobs?”
“Oh, I just talked to some of the guests. Never mind, just keep sucking please.”
Ok, Jenna didn’t really believe it, but this was not the time to ask further questions. She kept sucking him until she thought that he was hard and wet enough. Then she lubed up her asshole with some KY-jelly and got on all fours. “Ok, please be gentle now.”
Greg got behind his sister. He aimed the top of this cock at her asshole. He pushed forward a little bit. His cock opened her ass and the tip slid in.
“Aahh. Hold on. Give me a few seconds to get used to it,” Jenna said, “Ok, now push it in a little deeper.”
He slid in another inch. They repeated this until his cock was completely in his sister asshole. Then Greg started to pump his cock in and out of her. Slowly at first, than rising up the pace.
“Oh Jen, your so incredible tight. Oh yeah, yeaaaah. This is awesome!” Greg screamed.
“Don’t stop Greg, I love it. Pump that fat cock of yours up my shitter! Push it in deeper, fuck me as hard as you can! Ooooohhh! Yeeeeeeeaaaahhh!”
They both came at the same time. Greg pumped load after load in his big sister’s ass. They both collapsed on the bed exhausted.
Clap, clap, clap came from the door. They both turned around in shock. It was their mother wearing nothing but a thong and a smile.
“Mom, it’s …” they both started.
“Shh, it’s ok. You two looked really sexy. I’m blessed having such a handsome well-endowed son and such a sexy daughter!” their mother said.
“But mom, aren’t you mad at us?” Jenna asked.
“No, in fact, I’ve been fucking your brother for quite a while now. And I don’t mind sharing him with you,” she grinned.
“Oh mom, you’re the best mom in the world!” said Jenna, as they all hugged each other.
“Thanks, but for now I think all of us should go to sleep. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow!” And that’s what they did.
For the next days and weeks, Greg fucked his mother and sister on a regular basis. Every time he was horny, one of them was horny too, so he always had an ass, pussy or mouth waiting for him.
One day a guest came to the brothel. He introduced himself as Peter; they never said their real names, but who cares? The difference between him and other clients was that he wanted to fuck two girls at once. He was willing to pay six hundred dollars. Julie looked at her daughter, who was looking at her. Without a word, both of them nodded, knowing exactly what the other meant. They took his hands and led him to one of the rooms. He sat down on the bed.
“I wanna see you undress each other, kissing and fondling each other. Like lesbians!” he demanded.
Of course the girls had expected that. The started dancing slowly and very close. They rubbed their bodies against each other. Julies tits pressed against her daughter’s. Jenna began to pull her mother’s top over her head until her tits came into view. She leaned down and took one of the nipples in her mouth she had used to suck milk from it as a baby. Julie leaned back her head and moaned as her daughter licked her nipples.
Then Julie grabbed behind her daughter and unclasped her bra. They pressed their tits together and started kissing each other. They stuck out their tongues and touched each other’s. Julie put her hand under her daughter’s short skirt and touched her young clit. She started stroking it and made her moan with pleasure. Then she pulled down the skirt and showed to guest her daughter’s firm ass. She also took off her hot pants. Now both of them were completely naked. The guest was totally overdressed, so they took off his clothes too. The knelt between his legs and started licking his cock from two sides. Jenna lowered herself a little bit and started to lick his balls, while her mother took his cock in her mouth and started sucking.
After a few minutes Peter lay back and — after the usual protection measures — Julie straddled him and sank down on his cock. While her mother rode the client, Jenna lay next to them and let him play with her tits. After a while mother and daughter switched positions.
“Let’s switch positions,” Peter said.
He wanted Julie on her back, got between her legs and fucked her. Then he ordered Jenna to sit on Julie’s face, so she could eat her. Jenna gulped and didn’t know if it was ok with her mom.
“It’s ok, sit on my face,” Julie encouraged her daughter.
Jenna did as she was told and her mother began to lick her hot snatch.
“Oh yeah, lick me mo.. lick me Julie, oh yeah!” Jenna almost said ‘mom’, “Oh yeah, that’s it! Awwwwwwwwww, ohhhhh, yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!” she came with a loud scream. Seeing the young vixen cumming while the girl he fucked licked her was enough to make Peter cum. With a final hard thrust, he came.
When he was gone, Jenna turned to her mom, “Mom, that was wonderful. I’ve never been with another woman before. What you did felt great. Do you think you could show me how to do it properly?”
“I’d be my pleasure,” her mom grinned.
They got in a sixty-nine, so Julie could explain how to do it and Jenna could try it at the same time. Julie gave her some advice until both of them came with trembling bodies. They lay in this position for about five minutes.
“Mom … there’s another thing I’d like to learn,” Jenna said.
“What is it?”
“When you sucked his cock … you took all of his cock in your mouth. I would have only managed to take half of it. How can I learn to deep throat?”
“Well, there is a way to learn it real fast … but it’s a little bit rough …”
“No problem. Whatever it takes, I really want to learn it,” Jenna assured her mother.
“Ok then. Greeeeeeg,” she called her son.
Greg came and asked what was up. They told him about Jen’s plan and that they needed his ‘help’ to teach her. Julie told her daughter to lay back on the bed. Greg had to get over her head with his cock above her face. His sister opened her mouth and Greg guided his cock in.
“Ok, now fuck her face and push it in a littler further with each thrust. Don’t stop for anything, even if she chokes. You only do what I tell you from now on!” Julie told her son.
Greg nodded and started thrusting. He got in a littler further with every thrust, just as his mom had told him. When about four inches of his cock were in his sister’s mouth, she started choking and became red. He looked at their mom, but she didn’t tell him to stop, so he continued. Inch after inch disappeared in her mouth and she continued choking. Finally all seven inches of his thick cock were in her mouth and he fucked her face for all he was worth. After some thrusts she got used to it more and more until — after several strokes — she didn’t choke any more at all. She enjoyed it as he did. His balls slapped against her chin every time he pushed his cock in her hot wet mouth and his pubic hair brushed against her nose.
He couldn’t believe how hot her mouth was and how good what she did with her tongue felt.
“Oh yeah sis, you’re doing great! I’m cumming Jen, I’m cumming in your mouth. Yeaaaahh, drink my cum, swallow it! Oh, oh, oh, ooooohhhhhhh!”
He came in her mouth and she swallowed every single drop of his huge load. Julie was so proud of her daughter. They all were done for the evening and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
***
The brothel was running better and better. Even though they had two hookers now, it nearly wasn’t enough to fuck all guests. They decided to hire another girl. Jenna mentioned that she had told one of her friends about her job and that she seemed pretty interested in getting a hooker herself.
“Is she good at sex?” Julie asked.
“I don’t know; she’s kind of a slut, but we should test her …” Jenna answered.
Both of them looked at Greg, who smiled like a kid on Christmas. They decided to give Jenna’s friend Amya try. Jenna called her and asked her if she would be interested. She was, and would come over in an hour.
When she arrived she wore a long coat. When she was inside, she dropped the coat. She wore a see-through fishnet top, a jeans skirt and high boots. Her long dark hair was hanging down and covered her nipples.
The family told her to do a striptease first, as she would have to do this too. She got on stage and started dancing. She shook her hair wildly, finally showing her nipples and her big firm tits. She swung her hips and ass, while she seductively pulled down her skirt. She wore a black thong underneath. Then she pulled the top over her head and pressed her tits together. Amy looked directly in Greg’s eyes as she lifted one of her tits and took the nipple in her mouth. She lay on her back, grabbed the sides of her thong, pulled it down and spread her legs, while she pushed her hips up and down. The family had a good look at her swollen pussy lips.
When she was finished, she got standing ovations.
“Really good! Time for phase two now,” Julie said.
Greg got up, took Amy’s hand and led her to a fuck room. His mom and sister followed them. Greg got naked, and Amy sank to her knees and started licking and sucking the boy’s cock. She was good at it, he thought. While she took about five inches in her mouth, she massaged his balls with her hand. After her strip, it didn’t take long before he was ready.
“Oh yeah, suck that cock. Gooood, yeah! Suck it, bitch! I’m about to cum. Oh yeah, I’m almost cu … cu … CUMMIIIIIING!” Greg screamed as her came in her hot mouth.
Without choking she swallowed every single drop of his hot semen. Greg’s cock was still hard, so Amy lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Greg climbed between them, aiming his cock at her waiting pussy. She was wet already, so he pushed it in completely with a single thrust.
“Ooohh,” both moaned together.
He drove his prick in and out of her young cunt. She crossed her legs behind his back and pulled him in deeper and deeper. After a few minutes Julie told them to stop and that it was time for some ass fucking now. Amy turned around and got on her hands and knees. Greg’s cock was wet from her pussy juice and he managed to push half of it in her tight ass hole with his first push. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back on his cock, until it was completely in. He banged her furiously and showed no mercy until he was about to come. He wanted to shoot his cum in her ass, but his mom told him to get up. Amy had to sit in front of him.
“Cum on her face, Greg. Cover her in sperm!” Julie said.
Greg stroked his cock about three times before he shot his load in her waiting mouth, in her face and on her tits.
“So, did I qualify?” Amy asked with cum dripping from her chin to her fat tits.
“When can you start?” Julie answered and they all laughed.
***
Having a third hooker now made work easier again. Their expanding business could need another though. It seemed like fate when Julie’s thirty-two year old sister Kelly called.
“Hi sis, how are things going?” Julie asked.
“Not so good. It’s not enough that Ted, my husband, left me with nothing; I also lost my job a week ago. What about you? You have a job, right?” Kelly said.
“I … yeah, I have. It’s kind of a family business.”
Julie thought about whether she should offer her sister a job at the brothel. Kelly was very good looking. A sexy blonde woman with firm c-cup tits, sporty ass and legs. You could see that she did a lot of sport. But would she be willing do fuck strangers for money? She wasn’t prude or anything. In fact her husband had left her, because he caught her cheating on him two times! He wasn’t good at fucking but she is a nympho so she couldn’t resist.
Julie decided to give it a try. “Kelly, we have a small brothel. If you want, you could work here … as a hooker. I mean if you don’t want, it’s ok, I just wanted to …”
“That would be great!” Kelly interrupted her.
Julie told her that she could move in with the family if she wanted, so she wouldn’t have to pay rent and drive about an hour each day. Kelly moved in two days later.
“Kelly,” Julie said, “there’s another thing. You need to show us that you’re worth working here.”
“No problem!” her sister answered and stepped on the stage.
She did a sexy show for her audience and stripped until the only things she wore were her brown cowboy boots. The family was amazed by her firm trained body, her pert breasts and her bald cunt.
“Well done, Kel. Now for some serious action … I think Greg needs some relief,” Julie said.
“You … you want me to fuck my nephew?”
“Would that be a problem?”
“No; it’s a surprise, but no problem!”
They went to a fuck room and Greg got naked. Kelly got on her knees and looked at her nephew’s hard seven inch manhood. It looked wonderful, exactly what she needed now. She started to lick the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. With a slurping sound she took it in her mouth and started sucking. She managed to get all seven inches in her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth. Kelly grabbed Greg’s ass cheeks and pulled him deeper into her mouth. She was roughly fucking her lovely face with his cock.
Greg was ready. Fucking his sexy aunt’s face was great. She was an expert at this, just as his mom and sister. “I’m about to cum, aunt Kelly!”
Kelly pulled his cock out of her mouth and rapidly stroked it with her hand, aiming it at her open mouth.
“Oh oh yeah oh oohhh, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!” Greg moaned an came on his aunt’s waiting tongue. She played around with it for a few seconds, then she swallowed her nephew’s fresh cum. Then she started to lick his cock clean and to make him hard again. She had to show some fucking after all. While she licked his cock and balls, Greg fondled her wonderful firm tits. It didn’t take long before he was hard again.
Kelly lay on her back and spread her legs for him. Her pussy was glistening and her pussy lips were swollen. Greg got between his aunt’s legs and pushed his raging hard-on in her wet pussy. He began thrusting and banged her for about five minutes.
“Oh yeah Greg, you’re wonderful! If any of the guests will be this good, I’ll work for free! Fuck me! Bang me hard! Ooohhh!” Kelly moaned. She was so wet that her pussy juice ran down her ass, as her nephew pounded his prick insider her. She knew it wouldn’t take long for her to climax, but this fuck was not for her; she had to show that she can satisfy a man. So she pulled Greg down, embraced him and rolled on his back. She sat upright and began riding him. She took his hands and guided them to her tits.
Her hips went up and down faster and faster and she could see in his face that Greg would cum soon too.
“Oh Greg, your big cock feels so good inside my tight pussy! Ohhh, yeah! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” she screamed.
“Fuck, Kelly, your pussy IS tight!”
Greg grabbed her hips and pulled her down harder and harder. When he felt her pussy muscles flexing and she was cumming, he thrust his cock inside her pussy as deep as he could and pumped spurt after spurt of his hot teenage cum in her!
Kelly dismounted him and lay on her back next to him. Jenna saw her chance, got between her aunt’s legs and began sucking her brother’s cum from her aunt’s pussy. Kelly was surprised, but liked it. Soon she had another shattering orgasm.

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THE DONKEY SOLUTION

Times are tough so two brothers ask their gorgeous wives to help out by working in their business. The wives tell them that they would rather turn tricks that work for them. An extremely high paying opportunity pops up that provides the voluptuous wives with a unique herd of beastly tricks to turn

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When In Rome – 02

Author’s NotesNo romance in this one – it’s quite a bit hotter than the last (in my opinion). The “murder” that I’ve tagged this with is only mentioned in the first scene, which is not erotic. So feel free to just skip down to Lykos’s POV if you want.
Always open to feedback, or suggestions for improvement :]
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CHAPTER TWO:
Scene 01: Cassuis – Sex? NO.
Scene 02: Lykos – Sex? Yes. Father/Daughter
Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes. Daughter fucked by father + brother.
_____________________________CASSIUS
They called him Death. At least, the superstitious plebs did. He’d heard from one of his father’s whores that they were too frightened of him to speak his name. That if you even mouthed Cassius’s full name after dusk, he would appear to kill you. As if he were a daemon with nothing better to do.
He rode ahead of his brothers. The people on the streets wouldn’t look at him. Every one of them thought that this was his doing. He didn’t blame them. If he hadn’t known for sure that he’d been buried in his sister’s cunt when the fucking murder took place, he’d probably wonder if he’d done it.
This wasn’t the first body they’d found, cut up in the same way. It was the fourth. In a week. He jumped off his horse and heard his brothers were following. A drunk in a stained robe kept his eyes on the riverbank as he pointed. His hand shook.
“Found her just over there. Sir. Heard you wanted to be called on if there was another one.”
The man was scrawny, his cheeks drawn in in hunger, and Cassius turned to shield him from view as he pressed a few coins into the man’s hand. When he started to thank him, Cassius’ hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword.
“Don’t say a word or I’ll cut your throat. Spend it on bread, not wine, or I still might.”
The man nodded and scurried away before his brothers approached. Marcus led the way, squinting into the darkness as he tried to find the body.
“Did none of you think to bring a fucking light?” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I have one.” Gaius, the second oldest of five, stepped in front of him and they made their way down the riverbank. There she was, draped over the rocks like the corpse of a siren. Every one of the multitude of cuts in her flesh was surgical. Methodical. Just as precise as he’d have made them if this was his work. Whoever had done this.. he was a second side to Cassius’ own coin.
The first three dead prostitutes had been dark-headed. This one was not, and he felt his hands clenching into fists as Gaius stepped closer to her body with the lamp. Red hair was caked with blood and clumped around her face. It was still wet. He pressed two fingers against her wrist. She was still warm. This was a fresh kill.
“Did anyone see anything?”
Marcus shrugged, and headed off to talk to the people crowded at the top of the ravine. Atticus and Hector followed.
Gaius turned to him. “He’s a fucking spirit. A Daemon. No one’s seen him yet.”
“Does anyone know who she is?”
He turned back toward the hill as a scream pierced the night. A woman was fighting with Marcus, trying to push past him.
When he got close enough to see the woman, he realized she wasn’t a plebeian at all. Her clothing was expensive, cut perfectly. Her red hair was piled high on top of her head. A man stood beside her, finally pulled her off Marcus. It wasn’t until he moved closer to the light that Cassius realized he knew him. The first three dead girls had been prostitutes. The redhead on the rocks was not. Not if these were her parents.
“Cassius.” The man, Titus Tulia, turned to face him. His mouth was set in a tight line, dark shadows were cast under his eyes. “Is it Claudia? Is that my daughter?”
He had no idea. But Marcus might.
“Marcus.” He waved him over, and pulled him aside. “Is that Titus’s girl? The one about your age?”
His eyes widened. “Might be. I need another look.”
“Then go take one.”
It was. The girl on the rocks was not a dead whore. She was a nobleman’s daughter. And Cassius rode home with a blackened eye he gained while trying to stop the man from rushing down to the side of the ravine to find his child’s body in the condition that it was in. He’d promised to send the girl home to him, once she could be dressed. And cleaned.
He was in a strange mood on the way home, trying to figure out why the fuck he cared. He usually cared about no one’s feelings.
Part of him already knew.
She was a pretty young girl with red hair.
She reminded him of Callia.
Their father was waiting by the door when they arrived.
He stood silent as his brothers explained the situation. He wanted to go upstairs, to find his girl in his bed, warm, naked and sleeping. Alive.
“You know most people believe this is your work, Cass.” His father’s eyes narrowed as he studied him.
He clenched his jaw. “I was here. All day. And yesterday, as well.”
Lykos nodded. “I know that. Your brothers know that. But-”
“Who else fucking matters?”
His father regarded him silently for a moment, and nodded. “Send your sister to me when you finish with her.”
He accepted that as a dismissal. “I won’t be finished with her until morning.”
He found his sister curled up on his floor, shivering in her sleep. He lifted her as if she were no more than a child and put her down on his bed. She barely stirred. He wrapped his body around hers, tucked his face against her neck and fell asleep.
*LYKOS
He hadn’t intended to turn Callia into a whore. Truly, the thought hadn’t crossed his mind.
He was quite attached to her, actually, after she was born. She’d been a clever baby, like his sons. And funny. He’d actually thought of sending her to school, like the nobleman’s daughter she was, and use her marriage to gain a powerful ally in Rome.
His wife, Lyssandra had intervened. She’d been right. The old bitch had a keen eye for talent.
She had hated his daughter, been cruel to her on the rare occasions they shared the same room. Callia was beautiful, like her mother, and his wife had explained her view on the issue. Men paid a high price for a beautiful girl, sure. But Callia was exceptional, eager to please, and more than that, she had good blood. One both sides. Her mother hadn’t been born a slave. She’d been captured by Lykos’ army, but before that she’d led a strange cult of women warriors that bastardized the Celts beliefs. They’d believed the Morrigan, a terrifying goddess of sex and war, blood and death, had called to them. Maybe she had. Callia’s mother was the only one they’d been able to capture alive. The rest of the women had fought to their deaths.
And one night, Lyssandra remarked that she’d finally found a use for the child. Callia had taken to her training like she’d been born for it. And gone were his illusions about a noble daughter.
She was just another whore after that. A whore he would sell like any other.
“How do you work out the cost?” Appius, his old friend and fellow soldier, inquired from across the room.
“My girls work from fourteen to twenty. They sell for the equivalent of their expected earnings for the remainder of their term.”
“So the older the whore, the lower the price.”
“Exactly.” He glanced up as a soft knock sounded at the door.
Callia stood patiently on the other side when one of his guards pushed it open. She’d obviously just come from Cassius’ rooms. You could always tell. She’d been scrubbed clean, washed and groomed, but his oldest son’s affections weren’t stains you could easily wash away. Black and purple bruises circled her neck, her bottom lip was swollen. When she turned around, her back was inflamed with fresh bruises and welts.
Yes, selling Callia was the best option. If -no, not if- When. When Cassius killed her (and it really was only a matter of time), he would lose money. If he sold her to someone else, there was still a chance she’d be killed, but at least he would get paid. He sighed.
Try as he might to deny it, he would miss the feel of his daughter’s mouth on his cock and the way her tight little cunt trembled when she came. At least it would take Appius some time to come up with payment. His daughter was one of his top earners, and still in her first year of service. She would not go cheap.
Appius shook his hand, and stared at Callia as he left. She smiled at him, blissfully unaware that that soon she would leave her father’s home and be at the mercy of a man she’d met only once. Lykos refused to feel guilty. It was for her own good. Better Appius than Cassius.
He snapped his fingers. “Come here, my child.”
She took in front of him, wide eyed, a hint of a smile still on her face. Her little tits were round on her tiny frame.
“Are you hurt badly, Callia?”
She frowned, and the purple bruise on her lip stretched. She looked puzzled. “I’m not hurt at all, Father.”
He sighed as he slid his hand between her thighs and worked a finger between the soft lips of her little cunt. Her head tilted back, just slightly and her little mouth opened in a sweet little moan.
She was wet as soon as his finger hit her clit and worked its way back down to her tight little hole. She was the perfect little whore, she even got wet for her own father. He slid his finger into her cunt, slowly, and her blue-green eyes met his. Her pussy tightened around his finger, and her hips rocked to meet his quickening thrusts. She looked so much like her mother.
He stood, abruptly. Undressed.
“Your mouth, Callia. Suck daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
She hit her knees, eager to please and wrapped her little fist around his cock. She stroked it, once, twice before she wrapped her little pink lips around the head and looked up in him. He liked to look in his daughter’s eyes as she sucked his cock. She knew it.
He could feel her tongue, hot and wet against his shaft, working slow circles just like he’d taught her so many years ago. She knew to get him wet first so that he slid smoothly into her waiting mouth.
She kissed the tip of his cock, sucked on it. His little girl licked her father’s cock like it was the greatest thing she’d ever tasted. He felt his muscles clench as he looked down at her sweet little face. When she finally sucked his thick shaft down her wet throat, he knew that he would not be satisfied with just one hole this day. He wanted to fuck all three.
He leaned back for a moment, just watching her suck him. The he took her by the hair and bent her over his desk. She moaned softly as she raised her tight little ass high in the air, offering it to him. He slapped her clit, enjoying the sounds of his daughters cries as he worked two fingers deep inside her. He positioned the swollen head of his cock at her glistening, wet hole and dug his fingers into her hips as he forced his cock in her tight little cunt.
She shoved her ass out to meet him, pushed her hips back against his, showing him that she was ready for his cock. He stroked the broken skin of her back as he felt her young little body stretch around him. His daughter’s pussy was always so wet, so fucking tight, and she gripped his cock with her little body like she couldn’t get enough of it.
“Please,” She whimpered. “Please, Daddy, harder.”
He obliged her, of course. He gripped the sides of her narrow little hips as he pounded his cock deep inside his own daughter’s soaking wet cunt. His second stroke was harder, her screams louder as he took what belonged to him. He owned her. Owned her cunt and her pretty little round ass.
“Hands on the floor.”
She giggled, he loved that sound. Loved the way her little cunt shook when she laughed and his cock was inside her. She bent over, balancing perfectly, her thighs close together. It made her wet, teenage cunt even tighter and he fucked her with rough, violent thrusts. He slapped her ass as he did, watching the skin grow red under his assault. He would see his own hand prints on her ass when he finally moved past her cunt. There was nothing he’d ever felt quite like sliding his cock inside his little girl’s ass.
He pushed her off his cock, and she looked disappointed. Hurt. “Did I not please you father?”
He smiled and pulled her close to him, his fingers playing with her wet little cunt as he leaned his face against the top of her head.
“You always please me, Callia. And I want to reward you for that.”
She spun around in his embrace and looked up at him, her eyes shining. She was breathless when she spoke. “Are you going to fuck my ass today, Father?”
Lykos laughed. “Such a perfect little slut, aren’t you? How excited are you to have daddy’s cock in your ass?”
Her moan was so soft, but he watched her hand slide down her belly, her fingers trailing just over her narrow little slit. He slapped her hand away, and a guilty blush spread across her cheeks. She knew she wasn’t allowed to touch herself.
“But you said you liked watching me touch my cunt, Daddy.”
Lykos chuckled, a low, hungry sound. “I do, baby. But today when you cum, it will be for your father’s cock alone.”
Her little nipples were so hard, he wanted to bite them between his teeth and hear her scream for him.
“Over the desk, Callia.”
She obeyed. She was nothing if not perfectly obedient – but he guessed that had far more to do with a love of cock than a love of submission. Her mother had been the most strong-willed women he’d ever met, and sometimes he was disappointed not to see more of that fire in their child. He still remembered the day he filled her mother with the same cum Callia craved; remembered watching Breena’s belly get round and full. With Callia. He hadn’t known then that in a few short years he would be teaching that same child to beg for his cock. Best decision he’d ever made. It angered him that he had Lyssandra to thank for that; his wife, who had taken away the only woman he ever cared for.
His balls were heavy just thinking about Breena, and when he stared at Callia’s perfectly wet little slit, and her tight waiting asshole it was all he could do not to force his way in immediately. But he didn’t take his pleasure in pain. He took pleasure in the willing body of a tight young girl; one who begged for it, loved cock, craved his cum.
He stepped behind her, shoving his fingers into her wet little hole and then moved them upward, stretching out her little ass. He watched his own fingers work their way expertly inside her daughter’s ass, lubricated the tight, rarely used hole with the wetness from her own cunt.
She couldn’t get enough. He could hear her, begging, moaning almost unintelligibly. She loved getting her ass filled – that was why she got it so rarely. He used it as a reward.
He pushed the head of his cock slowly at the opening of her ass and loved her soft, sweet little gasp.
“Please, Daddy.”
He leaned back, looked down his chest to watch the thick length of his cock disappear into his child’s ass. He loved watching the first stroke, watching her ass stretch wide as she struggled to remember to relax and let it happen. It was so fucking tight, even tighter than her cunt had been the first time he fucked her, so many years ago.
“Yes, yes..” He could hear her sharp breaths, pretty little moans. “Oh Daddy, yes.”
He wrapped his hand around her body, just pressing the tip of his finger inside her cunt as he filled her ass. He could feel her squeezing her muscles tight around his cock as he finally got all the way inside. She’d been trained so well, knew what her father wanted without being told.
He liked to enjoy this moment. The way her hole felt before he’d pounded it, stretched it to take him. He watched his cock slide in and out of his daughter’s ass; fucked it slowly, his nostrils flared as he felt her clenching and tightening her ass around him.
As always, the door slammed open. Sometimes he regretted giving his sons permission to use their sister’s body. There always seemed to be someone waiting for their turn.
True to form, Hector stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed. “I thought you’d be finished with her by now.”
Lykos thrusted his cock deeper into his daughter’s ass. “Blame Cassius. I just got her.. Though, truthfully, only one hole is currently occupied. I bet your darling little sister is more than capable of pleasing more than one cock at a time. She’s quite skilled.”
*CALLIA
Callia moaned against the desk, her lips parted. Her father’s cock was so deep, so fucking deep, inside her ass, but her little cunt was soaking wet. Soaking wet and practically begging to be filled.
Her eyes closed slowly and her body jerked around daddy’s cock as she heard his words.
“Only one hole is currently occupied.. more than capable of pleasing more than one cock at a time..”
Yes she was. Oh Gods, please, yes. She’d only been double penetrated once before, and it was so long ago. Part of her early training just after she’d been fucked for the first time, and she still fantasized about it. Had to fist her hands at her sides as night to keep from touching her own cunt when she remembered the way it had felt when two of her brothers had fucked her at the same time.
She dug her hands into the desk, waiting breathlessly until Hector shrugged and began to undress.
Yes.
Her father pulled his cock out of her ass, and laid on the desk. She scrambled quickly to get on top of him. She had to hurry, she had to get her ass on his cock and get her legs spread for her brother before one of them had time change their mind. She positioned her ass hole over her father’s cock as Hector watched her with an amused smile on his face.
“Looks like the little whore is eager to please two cocks, at least.”
Callia nodded at him, a silent promise that she was eager as she slammed her ass down on his daddy’s cock. She took it too fast, but she welcomed the pain. She leaned back against his chest, and he gripped her sides, holding her in place.
She spread her legs for Hector. “I’m ready.”
He stalked over to her slowly, his eyes on her little cunt.
He trailed on finger down the length of her soaking wet slit. “Yes. I can see that.”
She trembled against his touch, the tip of his finger against her clit sending shockwaves through her body, making her clench hard around her daddy’s cock.
She gasped as Hector fisted his thick cock and guided it to her cunt. She wanted this so fucking bad. She spread her legs wider, her eyes rolling back in her head as her brother worked his way into her little cunt while her father remained still, his cock buried deep in her ass.
Her moans were more like gasps, frantic cries as he fought his way in. She could feel how tight she was because her daddy’s cock was already in and Hector had to finally slam himself the rest of the way in.
She screamed. She felt so fucking full, her tiny, young body being stretched in every direction. Two large cocks both forcing their way deeper into both of her holes. She felt it when they began to move, their cocks moving inside her in a dance that seemed perfectly choreographed. One second she was all but empty, and the next she was stretched so fucking full. She knew she looked like a whore, but she was a whore, so she didn’t care. She laid there against her fathers chest, her legs spread open while her brother fucked her glistening wet little pussy. This is what she lived for, all she was good for. Pleasing men, strangers, high class and low class like. She was available to anyone who had the money to pay for the pleasure and she got off on that.. But there was nothing quite like knowing she was her father and brother’s personal little fuck toy. Yes, she’d give it all up to be owned solely by her oldest brother.. But her father would never allow that, so for now she gloried in being used.
Hector’s hand met her cheek hard, he slapped her, right over the bruise Cass had left on her face and she felt her little cunt tighten around him. Hurt me
He held her face in his hand, squeezing her jaw hard enough to leave fingerprints, angling her head down so that she could watch him slam his cock inside her. She liked that. Loved watching herself get fucked.
She could feel it building, feel the heat starting to snake its way through her body, the beginning tremors. She was going to cum, and the knowledge that she would cum screaming with two cocks inside her was almost enough to push her over the edge.
She could hear them talking, but couldn’t quite make out the words. She was lost in her own personal world, but she caught bits and pieces. Slut. She knew they were laughing at her, cracking jokes at her expense as they used her body, marveling at the fact that such a pretty little girl would love something this dirty. She was dirty. She was going to fucking cum with her father’s cock in her ass, and her brother’s deep inside her pussy.
Her back arched, and she whimpered incoherently as her little body began to shake, she could feel herself.. Her holes gripping their cocks, trembling around them as the orgasm started. Her body rocked, cumming so fucking hard around the cocks that filled her until she couldn’t even think straight. She could hear their grunts, their groans as they felt her, cumming around them both.
“Little whore gets so fucking wet.” Hector’s eyes were half closed, and he waited for the hardest wave of her orgasm to subside before he slapped her again, and their pace quickened. Both cocks filled her faster, harder, at a furious pace that actually hurt.
They were going to cum, and she tried to form words, struggled to ask them to cum in her mouth, but before she could she felt them both slam so fucking deep. Both of their arms pinned her still as they flooded her cunt and her ass with cum. She grinded against them, both of them, wanting them to feel her from every angle as the pumped her so fucking full. She collapsed back against her father’s chest and stared up at Hector.
His eyes looked sleepy, and his forehead was covered in sweat. “What the fuck are you pouting about?”
“I- I’m not.” She shook her head.
“Is she pouting?” Her fathers face nuzzled against hers. “Tell Daddy what’s wrong, Callia. That’s an order.”
She whimpered, and hoped she wouldn’t be in trouble. “I just.. I. I didn’t get to taste it.”
She felt both cocks jerk inside her and when they both laughed, she knew she wasn’t in trouble. That had pleased them; the thought that she was sad because she wanted to taste their cum.
Her father gripped her hips tightly. “Be good to your baby sister, Hector. She wants to taste your cum.”
She winced as he pulled his cock out of her sore, thoroughly fucked little cunt, and gasped when she felt two of his fingers slam deep inside. He pumped his fingers inside her cunt, as deep as he could. He finger fucked her lazily for a minute and when he pulled out his fingers, she realized what he was doing.
She leaned forward happily as he slammed his fingers into her mouth. She sucked greedily, her eyes closed when she got the first taste of his cum from her cunt. She trailed her tongue around his fingers, sucking off every last drop.
“I think she needs a little more,” Her father mused. “Callia. Knees on the floor.”
She climbed off of him, wincing as his cock slipped out of her ass and she got to her knees on the floor. She opened her mouth wide. She knew what was coming.
Both of them gripped their wet, cum covered, semi-hard cocks and guided then to her mouth. For a moment they were close enough for her to wrap her lips around both, but then she had to clean off one at a time.
She began with her father’s, sucking and cleaning his shaft, tasting every last drop of his salty cum. Then she moved to Hector’s. Then her fathers. She licked lazily for a few minutes, and when she was done, she was smiling and their cocks were clean.
“Her father patted her head as she knelt. “Good girl Callia. Now go and be bathed. You still have to work today. Go earn Daddy some coin.”

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