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A Nevada Brothel - My Initial Work

By: keithswest



For several months, I have been carefully considering if I should travel to Nevada to work in a brothel or continue to watch my money gradually shrink. It is a difficult decision. In a few weeks, I will have a vacation - - - - possibly I could work in the sex business at a legal Nevada brothel. 

During happier times, my spouse and I vacationed in Nevada. As I recall, we drove north from Las Vegas to Reno, then East on the Interstate into Utah. My ex saw several ranches --- actually, brothels --- from the highway and decided he wanted to visit a brothel and have some sexual fun. I was naturally curious but did not want him to visit a brothel. We had a long discussion about sex, legal brothels, morals, etc. as we drove toward Reno, then East of Reno.

I don't recall the name of the small town just off the Interstate in Northern Nevada but we stopped and got a motel room. I tried to entice him to love me instead of visiting the local brothel. But he left me watching television and went any way and was gone for almost two hours. By the time he got back, I was starting to use the third box of the motel supplied tissues. My eyes were red from crying. I asked myself where I had gone wrong in the bedroom but did not find a satisfactory answer.

When my now ex-husband returned, I asked him why he went to a brothel for sex instead of possessing me. He indicated that he wanted a brothel experience and a variety of sex.

Later, I was naturally curious about what occurred at the brothel. Gradually he told me -- -- about a line up of women wearing revealing lingerie, about his selection of a 'girl' for his party, about the dick check she gave and how he started to get an erection, about her body - her breasts and nipples – a tattoo of a flower above her slit, and about the sex -- a hand job, a breast massage, how she put a condom on him, a blow job with ball sucking, and intercourse: rear entry, cow girl and missionary positions. 

I still remember his exact words -- like it was only yesterday. 

He said: "That woman was wonderful in bed -- many pleasing soft curves to touch. She very willingly allowed and provided me with sexual pleasures -- pleasures that you refuse to give me. She drained me, twice, of all the cum I had. I am tried and going to bed."

He did not even kiss me. Once he was sleeping, I wrote down those words on a piece of paper, and still have them. He slept for a long time. I cried myself to sleep. 

He never told me how much he spent -- just said that it worth the cost. That money could have been used to pay some of our bills. Or to improve our home. Or to buy some new furniture. Or to pay for some of our vacation expenses. 

Later, he asked me to do some sexual things that he had seen in some porn videos. Initially, I refused. Also, I refused to watch any porn videos. I have really never understood how a woman would allow herself to be photographed having sex. My spouse even wanted me to pose naked and wearing very revealing lingerie. Even nude pictures while we were 'doing it'. He wanted to use his new digital camera and even have the pictures on a computer.

But he continued to make sexual demands. I did some of the things he requested but never completely satisfied him. We frequently went to bed at different times -- usually who ever went to bed first was sleeping when the other went to bed. Or pretended to be sleeping. If I had done the sexy things he requested, I possibly would still be married. 

Later he told me that one reason we vacationed in Nevada was simply so he could have fun and variety in sexual practices. He planned on visiting a brothel. As I recall, I told him he could posses me in most any manner for a lot less money. He just laughed -- and said something to the effect that he earned the money and he would spend it as he chose.

My financial problem really started a few years ago. Initially, we had a wonderful marriage, I thought. But in time my husband developed a drinking and gambling problem. He earned good money at work but not that good. His attitude toward me changed over a few years -- -- eventually he left me. It has been over one year since I last saw him. I have not been intimate with any man for almost two years.

By mail, with some prodding by my lawyer, he signed the house over to me. And the large mortgage that was still on the house. I had to sell the house, but after the real estate agent and mortgage bank got their money there was little left for me. Currently, I live in an inexpensive apartment in an average suburb of a city in the Northwest area of the United States. Soon I will need to buy a car, most likely a used older car. Also, I have some medical and dental needs.

My Father is deceased. But my Mother has helped me financially to some extent. I don't really want her to support me -- Mother has her own financial difficulties. My job as a clerk at a large box discount store helps but the pay and the hours are not quite adequate. Essentially, each month is too long for the money that I have. It seems that I always run out of money when five to seven days of the month remain.

I have stayed in contact with my girl friends from high school. Just by chance, in a letter one of my girl friends indicated that she had worked at a Nevada ranch. I am going to contact her and ask a few questions.

I sent this email to my high school girl friend:

Hi Marsha,

Money is tight for me right now -- too many days in each month for the money that I have. I am considering ways to supplement my money by working. Probably in Nevada.

In one of your recent letters you wrote that you were working at a ranch in Northern Nevada. But you did not go into any details of what type of work you were / are doing. Coming right out and asking: Is this ranch a brothel?

I have many questions, but few answers, about the working life of a "girl" at a brothel. Would like to telephone you and have your comments. Are you willing to discuss this subject?

Many Thanks

Your Special High School Friend,

Betty

In a few days, Marsha replied to my email:

Hi Betty

Yes -- the ranch is a legal Nevada brothel. Over the past two years, I have "worked" at this spread  (LOL) about ten times, two weeks each time.

Love to see you, but not possible now. Yes, I will gladly answer your questions regarding brothel "work". Suggest you telephone me some weekend in the early evening after 7:00 pm. Saturday would be best. Will send you, tomorrow, some brothel names and telephone numbers.

Best Wishes,

Marsha

PS I used the word "spread" because that is what a brothel gal does. She provides sexual service that a man - a stranger, really - wants. Almost always, she spreads her mouth wide and sucks a penis. Almost always, she spreads her legs, gets her pussy lips spread, and gets her cunt penetrated by his cock. 

Most erections can be easily taken inside your body -- but I have had a few parties with men who have enormous cocks. Some men are gentle and easy, but other men are rough and fast on your delicate tissues. Intercourse can hurt your cunt!

A Telephone Call

I received Marsha's list of brothels and telephone numbers, and waited. The month was ending, my financial status was poor. After work on Thursday evening, I made a list of questions regarding brothel work to ask Marsha. Saturday evening seemed slow in coming. Finally, it is just past 7:30 pm when I telephoned her from my apartment.

Marsha: "Hello, this is Marsha".

Betty: "Hi Marsha. This is Betty. Thanks for the your reply to my email and the information listing brothel names and phone numbers."

For several minutes, we update each other about our status and major recent events.

Betty: "I have some questions to ask about brothel 'work'. OK?"

Marsha: "Yes. But please keep in mind that I can only answer your questions based on my experiences and knowledge."

Betty: "Yes, I understand. What is the typical pay?"

Marsha: "You actually are considered to be a contract worker and only earn money by having parties and collecting money. Where I work, the money split is fifty percent to the 'girl' and fifty percent to the brothel. Other houses could have a different split arrangement."

"Also, some houses give a girl an extra percentage for 'repeat or regular' customers who request her."

Betty: "What type of woman does a brothel desire?"

Marsha: "Keep in mind that this is a service industry. The 'girl' is providing sexual services that the man wants. She needs to be willing to please, have a positive attitude, and be reliable. Have a good record and pass the required health checks."

"The sex work is not physically hard -- no 'pun' intended. But you need to be mentally prepared to suck a man's cock and be fucked by him. You need to be mentally prepared to have intimacy with a man you have never seen before and probably will not see again. In and out within an hour, but most likely 30 minutes or so. In time you could have 3 or 4 parties a day."

"All kinds of women work in brothels -- -- not just the young, beautiful and curving girls.

Some are skinny, some average, some are even heavy. Some are blond, some brunette, some are redheads, and some get their hair color out of a bottle. There is a man out there looking for a specific type of woman every day."

"It takes all sizes, ages, and races of women to have a good varied 'lineup' at the house. It seems that each man has his own preferences about the type of woman he wants to 'party' with."

Betty: "Where is the 'work' done? And the hours?"

Marsha: "At most houses, the girl sleeps and works in her bedroom. Usually there is a room for the girls to use as a lounge plus a kitchen and probably exercise facilities. Most houses are open 7 days per week and 24 hours per day -- you may be on call all the time. You could be called for a line up in the early morning hours. When a man comes, the madam wants him to spend his money at her house." 

But at the larger house, 'shifts' are setup. But, if you want to work before or after your shift it is usually OK."

Betty: "What does it cost to stay at the brothel?"

Marsha: "It depends upon the house. Typically you pay for room and board on a daily basis. But if you book a certain dollar level -- say, a thousand dollars in a 24 hour day -- there is no charge that day for room and board."

"Keep in mind that you pay for weekly doctor visits. Work permits are required. All of your brothel clothing / lingerie and cosmetics are your responsibility. Some houses supply condoms -- others charge you for them. By law, condoms are required."

Betty: "How is the woman selected?"

Marsha: "After a man arrives at some brothels, the 'girls' line up in the lobby and the man selects the girl he wants for the party. At other brothels, those with a bar, the girls can mingle with the men -- but still line up when another man comes." 

"Where I have worked, during a line up when it is her turn each girl takes a step forward and gives only the name she uses at the brothel. Then she steps back. You need to be friendly with the other 'girls' but at the same time you are in competition with them."

"Any business regarding money, type of sex activities desired, etc are done only in the girl's bedroom. Clothing can vary depending upon the house policy and even the time of day. Most girls wear some type of revealing lingerie --- opaque gown, bra, panties, hose and shoes. Men know what a naked woman looks like -- a little mystery regarding her body is appropriate. But never street clothing -- you want to advertise your body in a conservative but inviting manner -- that is the policy where I work. But the Madam does permit semi-revealing lingerie or provocative clothing -- with prior approval. As she says: 'You want to get the man interested and get his rod moving'." 

However, a woman can be 'requested' by the man. If this happens, no lineup is needed.

Betty: "Have your parties been with only white men?"

Marsha: "No. I have had parties with black, Hispanic, and Oriental men. It does not matter to me the color of the man's dick. Just as long as his money is green or a credit card is accepted."

"Sometimes, I have had parties with a truck driver in the evening. After the party is completed the driver sleeps in his truck, then has an early morning party with me or another 'girl' before resuming his trip."

"A girl does reserve the right to refuse. Usually if she does not want to provide service for a specific reason she just does not make that line up.

Betty: "Once she checks his penis, what happens."

Marsha: "The woman checks the man's dick and surrounding area to see if he is free of any sexual type of disease. In her bedroom, the woman asks what type of sexual activities the man wants and the time. She gives the cost -- either the house minimum but she can go higher. Often the madam or shift manager is listening in her office to the initial discussion. If the man agrees, she collects the money and takes the entire amount of money to the office. Then she returns to her room. The man probably is already naked, she strips -- -- and the party starts."

"A few times, I have had men who are not appealing to me. I give them a high price for my services -- usually he rejects me and I suggest that he may want to negotiate a party with another 'girl'. But if he accepts, I get more money."

"Most parties are 15 or 30 minutes -- this is pure physical sex. No romance or love involved. The man is using the woman's body for his own sexual pleasure. Remember it is a service business. But sometimes a party could be one hour or even longer. In 15 or 30 minutes, the man will have an ejaculation into a condom -- which is required by law. He will be satisfied. The woman probably will not have an orgasm. If the man wants to kiss or suck your cunt, a dental dam needs to be used."

Some men have told me about using something to help an erectile dysfunction (ED) problem -- like a herbal product or a prescription for Viagra or Cialis. If the man is in satisfactory physical shape and uses an ED product, he can really pound and ram your cunt for a long time without an ejaculation. If that happens several times in a day, your cunt can get quite sore -- or at least my cunt gets sore."

"Essentially you are renting your body for a specific period of time to a stranger. The renter does what he wants to do with your property -- but within certain limits. You provide sexual services, then usually get your cunt fucked. But I have had some parties with only cuddling and talking -- we were both naked and laying in the bed."

"I have had some repeat clients, but often after the party is over the man thanks me and I encourage him to return. But, typically I never see him again."

Betty: What type of sexual activities are done?"

Marsha: "Usually a hand job on the man's penis. Then the man gets a blow job followed by intercourse -- always with a latex condom. I like the missionary position as the man does most of the work. But sometimes a man wants cow girl and rear entry. For a few special and repeat clients, I have done anal sex -- but very seldom.

"Most men want a blow job -- guess they like their cocks to be sucked. You really exercise your mouth and fingers -- when you fondle balls."

"A few men have even given me a latex female condom -- -- then watch me closely as I insert it into my body. A few men have used some type of adult toy on me, then give me the toy."

"The house minimum is usually for only a hand job or a blow job. Intercourse add more dollars.

Betty: "Have you ever posed for any nude pictures?"

Marsha: "I have concerns about getting my pictures on different web sites -- -- so I do not allow pictures to be taken. For some men, I allow them to take pictures of my cunt and breasts -- but no face. I check the digital pictures to see what has been taken. But for a few special clients, that I trust, I have allowed nude pictures to be taken."

Betty: "How can I get started at a brothel?"

Marsha: "If you telephone a brothel, they may ask for some type of resume or a letter expressing your interest. But actually the madam or manager does not provide too much information by phone. It seems that the standard answer is -- when you are in the area just come in and ask for the shift manager."

Betty: "Have you ever had parties with three people?"

Marsha: "Yes. I have had several parties with a couple. I pleasure the man while the woman looks at us, or she may participate sometimes."

"Also, I have had several parties involving myself and another 'girl' and one man. The man gets lots of attention and pleasure. I have never had a girl – girl party. That is when a man just watches two girls play with their bodies and the other girl's body."

"These are called 'fetish parties' -- -- and much more is charged. Also, domination is another 'special party' that has a big price tag -- -- depending upon what the man wants or is willing to pay."

Betty: "I would appreciate some general comments about your brothel experiences."

Marsha: "You already have run up a big phone bill. I will just mention several:

** "Most men seek the services of a brothel 'girl' because they do not get the type of sex they want at home.

** "If the brothel has a bar, the girl is required to be there during her shift to visit with the men. Essentially, she is either near the bar standing or sitting and visiting or in her room discussing a party or in bed on her back getting fucked.

** "The first time -- even the first few days -- can be difficult. Not physically hard, but mentally hard. Even though I have had a number of parties over two years, when I go back the first several days are hard for me. A stranger selects you, a few minutes later both of you are stark naked. And you are giving him some type of sexual pleasure. It is a business -- well paid, if the house has sufficient traffic.

** "Cocks come in all sizes and shapes. Most fit in a satisfactory manner, but I have had several parties with men that have enormous cocks. Intercourse can really hurt your cunt -- either by having too many parties or being penetrated with a very large cock. Some men seem to really take pleasure in cunt pounding and ramming. Your legs can be really spread wide and may be put in a variety of different positions.

** "During a 24 hour time period you may have only a short party or possibly no parties. There is a lot of down time. At times, there can be lots of activity, but other times are slow. You really never know from day to day what the demand will be.

** "Some men like to give you pleasure, I have had some parties and have had nice orgasms -- these are usually the one hour plus parties.

** "Other men are only interested in having their sexual needs satisfied -- this usually happens with 15 and 30 minute parties. But most of your parties will be short. But you could have an hour or even a two hour party. I have had several over night dates.

** "A condom is required by law. A few men want to fuck you without wearing a condom. You need to make sure that his dick is covered before he enters you. 

** "Some men come in, have a line up, look for many minutes but do not select a 'girl' -- then leave. I think they just want to look at women in form fitting revealing clothes. But they may not have the money.

** "Some houses also have 'out dates' that are prepaid and arranged before leaving the house -- -- these could be several hours or even an extended period of time; a day or possibly longer. Again, this is a big dollar item. But the money is always collected in the girl's room and taken to the office before any sexual activity starts.

** "Since sex is the business, every thing has a price or the house minimum. Always ask the man what he wants BEFORE talking money. Then, if he asks for more things after you start, you can get some more money and have a longer party. Be very clear about that up front so the man does not thing that he is being cheated."


A Nevada Brothel - My Initial Work Ch. 02



My first two weeks at a legal Nevada brothel would soon be finished. It was almost time to return home and work at my regular job as a clerk in a large box discount store. I had kept in contact with the store and had been told that my hours would remain the same but could be less. 

It appeared that my part time job would become even more of a part time job. Each month is too long for the money I earn at the store. When I get back home, my potential earnings with even fewer hours means that I will run out of money with seven to ten days remaining in each month. Money is tight. I live in an inexpensive apartment in a suburb of a Northwest United States city. I need to buy a car, probably a used car. Also, I have some medical and dental needs.

The Madam at the brothel was pleased with the number of parties and the money I earned. During my first day as a worker in the sex business I only had three parties. Three fuckings, by three different men, during ninety minutes. One man had a cock so large that my cunt was sore for hours. It was difficult stripping and being intimate -- very intimate -- with three men. I only knew their first names or the names they gave me. Instead of actual names, they could just as easy been: One, Two, Three or First, Second, Third or A, B, C.

It was all so new for me: 

Being available for work on a 7 / 24 basis -- 

Standing in a line up with other 'girls' -- 

Being selected by a man -- 

Negotiating a sex party and money -- 

Checking the man's dick for any disease 

Stripping for a man, actually a complete stranger --

Being intimate - very intimate -- with a man I did not know -- 

After several initial days, being permitted to visit with men in the bar area --

Having the sex that the man wanted, within legal limits and house policy -- 

Quickie sex with a man who is just using my body for his own pleasure --

At times, the temperature in my bedroom was too high for comfort --

My bedroom was also my place of business -- sometimes the scent of 

male and female sex and the odor of sweat lingered in the room.

But that is the Brothel business -- providing sexual services and sexual pleasure for a man. I essentially rented my body, for a period of time, to be used by a man that I had never seen before. Physically, the work was easy -- -- but mentally it was initially hard. But the pay was excellent -- -- and I definitely needed the money.

That first day with three parties was difficult. After my marriage years ago, I only had sex with my husband. After my divorce, I had not been intimate with any man for about two years. Then in two weeks I had lots of foreplay and sex in different positions with a number of men. Most of my parties were short -- 15 and 30 minutes, my body was used for the sexual satisfaction of the man. But I also had some one hour parties. While most men had ejaculations either into a condom or onto my body, I did not have any orgasms.

According to my records, I had 35 parties in two weeks. I was stark naked -- my breasts and cunt were completely exposed 35 times. For almost 35 different men, I spread my legs and was penetrated many, many times. I sucked cocks and was fucked by cocks of all different sizes -- most were white, but some were colored. Many of the men possessed my cunt in two ways -- several even three ways. My legs and body were placed in a number of different positions. Several times, I was really horny but did not have an orgasm with any man. Fortunately my latex vibrating friend provided some relief in the privacy of my bedroom.

I kept a record of the man's name -- or at least the name he gave me. But faces and names blurred and faded. Especially for those having the short 15 and 30 minute parties. Quick in -- and quick out. Usually the 15 minute parties was a hand job till the penis was large enough to fill a condom, a blow job, then missionary or cow girl. The 30 minute party essentially was more of the same - but possibly with cunt penetration in two different positions. The one hour parties were much nicer -- sometimes we had time to cuddle and talk. But after the man had been sexually pleasured.

Never in my former married life had my husband fucked me 35 times over two weeks. Usually, as I recall, we had sexual pleasures 4 or 5 times each week -- at least early in our marriage. In our last year, before the divorce, our sex was once or twice a month. My cunt has really been used, these past two weeks, by many men at the brothel -- -- it became sore from over use. It has been filled often by hard, large cocks.

I slept on that bed and was fucked on that bed. Several times I was so tired from being fucked that I did not even change the sheets before sleeping. But my pocketbook is filled and happy.

I had been married for a number of years but gradually my husband and I grew apart. Our common interests faded - each of us started going in separate directions. During the last several years of our marriage my husband developed a drinking and gambling problem -- and his attitude toward me changed. Eventually he left, a divorce followed. 

I recall reading one statement that fits: "You grow old too early, and too smart too late." If I had provided the type of sexual pleasure that my husband requested -- and I refused -- I probably would still be married to him. Now, because of my need for money, I am providing sex for men that I do not know -- the type of sex that my ex-husband desired.

Before leaving the brothel for home, I thought about my future: work in a big box store on a part time basis or work in a legal brothel. At last my decision was made, I told the Madam that I would return in November. 

My menstrual period would soon be starting. When I was married, my ex-husband did not really like intercourse during the times when my flow was heavy. The Madam and 'girls' said most men / clients did not like to party with a 'girl' when she was wearing a sanitary napkin or had a spark plug in her cunt. In fact the Madam wanted her 'girls' to go home during this time --- but if her flow was light, possibly she could stay in the brothel but not work.

A TELEPHONE CALL

Soon after arriving back home, I started working again as a clerk in a big box discount store. Unfortunately, as I expected, my hours of scheduled work were decreased. While I earned some good money at the brothel, I was well aware that my financial situation would become difficult before the year was finished.

I sent an email to Marsha, my best friend from high school, informing her of a few of my experiences and saying I would telephone her.

Marsha: "Hello. This is Marsha."

Betty (Kitty): "Hi Marsha. This is Betty. Just wanted you to know that -- overall -- my experiences at the brothel were satisfactory. The initial parties were difficult but once I got use to stripping for a stranger and providing sexual services I started to relax and even had some fun during some parties."

Marsha: "Pleased that your experiences were positive -- -- everything considered."

Many minutes passed as we talked about my experiences.

Marsha: "When do you plan to go back to the brothel?"

Betty: "Probably in early November."

Marsha: "What a coincidence. I also expect to go back about the same time. We can have parties with the men and when business is slow we can really get caught up on what has happened since our high school days."

Betty: "That sounds wonderful. It has been a long time since we have seen each other. Letters and emails are fine -- but face-to-face communication certainly is best."

Our telephone conversation continued for many more minutes. Finally we each said good by 

-- -- see you in November.

THE MADAM

The second time was considerably easier. The Big Steps during the initial two weeks at the brothel now seemed smaller. I enjoyed viewing the scenery during the bus trip to Northern Nevada. Obtaining the required work permit and the medical clinic exam brought me little concern.

Soon I was at the brothel and welcomed by the Shift Manager. She indicated that the lab results still had not been received but she would telephone regarding their status. She showed me to my room, I unpacked my suit case and put a few pictures on the desk. Then went to the 'girls' lounge to meet those working. And to learn more about the brothel business and especially this brothel.

About mid-afternoon, the Madam called me to her office.

"We just received the results of your medical exam and lab tests. Everything is satisfactory. You can be in the next line up and also visit with men in the bar area." The Madam said.

"I did not expect any problems. But I am glad that is over." I said.

"What name are you going to use, Betty?" The Madam asked.

"I plan on using the same name that I used last time -- Kitty." 

"Our policies and house rules are the same. But with one slight change. I am allowing a more casual dress policy during the late hours -- -- from midnight to eight in the morning. You can be in a line-up wearing the clothing that you wear when sleeping -- pajamas, long and short gowns, baby dolls with panties. We have even had two 'girls' appear in lineups stark naked."

"That is a nice change." I said. "A 'girl' will not have to dress up with a gown, hose and other items including make-up during the early morning hours."

"Yes. In fact several 'girls' have appeared in a Late Hours Line Up wearing only shoes. But both got permission first."

"I may want to try the nude line-up idea -- if it means some more parties. Often I sleep in the nude."

"You have my permission to be completely nude or partially nude in a Late Hours Line Up. Some men enjoy seeing a naked woman in a lineup -- -- other men like to have a little mystery about a woman's body." The Madam indicated.

"Also, on Saturday night, we sometimes have a wet T-shirt contest. We rent small water pistols and the man can shoot water at the woman of his choice. The rent money is equally shared by the participating 'girls'. When a man decides to have a party, he removes the wet T-shirt of the 'girl' he selects in the lobby. Most of the 'girls' are wearing only the long T-shirt so all can see her nude body. Then the two go to her room and complete the party arrangements.

"That sounds like good clean fun."

"I think so. Almost always the 'girl' gets a long party. Also she has done some advertising which may provide future parties." The Madam stated.

Our conversation continued about a few general topics. The bell rang indicating that a man wanted a line up.

"It is line up time, Kitty. Best wishes."

"Thank you."

FIRST DAY

Six 'girls', including myself, gathered in the hallway. The clothing being worn ranged from opaque gowns, short dresses, costume of a maid, and a two piece leather outfit. I was wearing an opaque black gown with red trim. A matching bra and thong panties, thigh high black hose and red shoes. The bottom of the gown just touched the top of my knees, a slit on one side of the gown stopped just below the bottom curve of my ass. 

I probably was the oldest one in the group -- also the one with the least amount of brothel experience. But this time, I was not nervous. I was very willing to be selected by the client, negotiate a party, do a dick check, obtain payment, strip, and perform the sexual services desired.

The Shift Manager had us enter the lobby single file. Then she said. "Ladies, please introduce yourself."

When it was my turn, I took one step forward, looked directly at the client and said: "Kitty." Then I stepped back into the line.

Within a minute, the man said: "I would like to talk privately with Jean."

Jean walks toward the man and leads him down the hallway toward her room. Those remaining walk toward the bar to mingle with several men sitting on the bar stools but a few walk toward the 'girls' lounge.

Many minutes pass, finally the bell rings indicating that another man wants a party.

Five 'girls' including myself, gather in the hallway. Once we are ready, the Shift Manager has us enter single file -- and said: "Ladies, please introduce yourself."

Again, when it was my turn, I took one step forward and said: "Kitty." Then stepped back.

This gentlemen looked carefully at each of us. It seemed that he was mentally undressing some of us. Finally he spoke: "This is a hard decision, I am considering two of the ladies -- Carol and Kitty.

The Shift Manager asked: "If you are considering only two, can the other ladies be excused?"

"Yes."

He continued to look at both of us. I felt like I was stark naked and his eyes were touching most of my body. Finally he said: "I would like to have a party with Kitty."

I smiled, walked toward him. Hand in hand, I lead him to my room.

A Party For Kitty With Ralph

"I am Ralph. And I came to Nevada to have some fun -- gambling and pleasuring."

"I know what you want from me. Thank you for selecting me. What type of pleasuring do you want?" I said.

"I would like a fifteen minute party. Once you give me a nice erection, I want you to ride my cock -- cow girl. If you can get me to have an ejaculation by riding within the fifteen minutes I will give you a nice tip."

"You would have a lot more pleasuring with a thirty minute party." I suggest.

"Possibly I may extend the time. I want to see and feel what you can do with fifteen minutes."

"I quote a figure of $170 for the fifteen minutes -- $20 above the house minimum."

"That is satisfactory." Ralph says

"Please let me see you manhood."

Ralph lowered his pants and underpants. I had him turn toward the table lamp and closely examined his equipment.

"You are aware that you will need to wear a condom?" I ask.

"Yes. I understand the law. No problem, we both want to be safe."

I collected his money and left the room to book the party. In a few minutes, I knocked on my door and entered. He was stark naked and laying on the bed -- his head elevated with several firm pillows. One of his hands is holding his balls, the other hand is rubbing his manhood. His cock appears to be ready. I could see his cock glisten as the light reflected off his lubricated cock.

"Please take your clothes off, but leave your bra on for a few minutes." Ralph requested. 

I stripped, but left my bra on. It felt somewhat strange to have my sex completely exposed -- but my boobs covered. But that is what Ralph wants. After opening a condom, I fondle his cock and balls for a minute or so. Then I place the condom on the tip of his cock and roll it over the cock head and rim -- -- then down the shaft with my fingers. 

"Remember, a nice tip if you can get an ejaculation. -- cow girl position."

Quickly, I straddle his body. Holding his organ in one hand, I slowly lower my body and guide his cock past my pussy lips and into my body. As he asked, I am still wearing my bra. Ralph briefly looks as his pubic hair meshes with my trimmed pubic hair, but he closely watches my covered breasts. I start moving my body up and down. Fast. Frequently.

"Please remove your bra. I want to watch your breasts swing and sway as you move."

I reach around my back and unhook my bra. My breasts are free to move. Ralph closely watches my mounds of bouncing female flesh. From time to time, he reaches up with one and even both hands and fondles my mounds and nipples.

"You have nice ample breasts -- and an attractive face. Ride my horn, Kitty. Don't slip off. I may go into your dry hole." Ralph says and laughs.

I only smile. But I continue riding his horn. I could easily feel his cock head and shaft rubbing the inside of my moist cylinder. His cock head is always inside my body. 

I looked at the timer. I start going faster. Up and Down. Male pubic hair and female pubic hair mesh more and more. I could feel Ralph's cock become larger.

"Oh, Baby. I love looking at a woman's breasts bounce around. Your boobs really swing and sway the most of any I have seen. Beautiful pair of breasts and teats. I like seeing the tan line on your rounded mounds."

"I am pleased that you like my boobs."

I look at the timer -- -- there are only a few minutes remaining in our party. But still I continue riding his cock -- fast and hard. Quickly up and down.

The timer rings -- our party is over. I could not get Ralph to have an ejaculation.

"I am sorry, Kitty. I did not have an ejaculation. But this is the third party I have had today and I have already come twice."

"I did the best I could."

"I believe that you did. Since you appeared to be the oldest 'girl' in the line up, I thought you would have the most experience and able to get some cum."

I did not tell Ralph that while I was probably the oldest 'girl' in the line up, I was also the 'girl' with the least brothel experience. There are some things best left unsaid.

I get off his horn and remove the condom. I look at the tip of the latex cylinder to see if there are any traces of a white fluid. Maybe Ralph did have a slight ejaculation -- I see a little creamy fluid inside the condom. I show the evidence to Ralph.

"Yes. I believe that you did get me to have an ejaculation. You were riding me so hard that some cum came and I did not know it. I will give you a tip."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

Ralph cleans up, dresses, and hands me a nice tip. 

"Thank you, I appreciate your kindness. I put on my brothel uniform -- the opaque black gown with red trim, bra, and thong panties -- and prepare my bedroom for my next client. 

Hand in hand, we walk to the lobby and say good by. Please come again. As Ralph opens the door and leaves, I walk to the bar and start talking with another gentlemen. 

A Party For Kitty, With Ted

It was early evening. I am in my bedroom sitting at the small desk writing a letter. The bell rings indicating that a man wants a line up. Quickly I opened the desk drawer and put the unfinished letter inside. I am wearing my other brothel uniform: a bright red opaque gown with black trim that just touched my knees, a side slit stops at my mid-thigh. My legs were covered with black thigh high hose and red shoes. Thong sheer red panties and matching bra completed my outfit. I look at myself in the mirror as I put on some lipstick. The shape of my breasts is evident, but not the details -- then I went to the hallway.

Seven 'girls', including myself, answer the bell. All of us are dressed in opaque gowns of various colors and lengths. Most of the gowns had side slits that went from the bottom of the gown toward the woman's slit between the juncture of her legs. Shoes and hose were very evident. It was obvious that several of the women were not wearing any panties or bras. Apparently they want less to remove.

The Shift Manager tells us to enter the lobby. We walk in and stand, facing the man.

"Ladies, this gentlemen is Ted. He told me that he would like a one hour party. Please introduce yourself." The Shift Manager requested.

I was in the middle of the line up. When my turn came, I took a step forward and said: "Kitty." Then stepped back.

For several minutes, Ted carefully looked at each of us. I continued to smile and look at him during the entire time.

"I would like to discuss a possible party with Kitty." Ted said.

Still smiling, I walk toward Ted. It seems that his eyes were only looking at my breasts.

Hand in hand, I lead Ted to my room. We passed one closed door and heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. We distinctly head a woman say: "Give it to me -- hard and fast. Ram my cunt." A man's voice replied: "I love fucking you, Baby. This is much better then our last party."

We also heard the sound of a bed squeaking.

Once inside my bedroom, Ted said: "Those two must have been having some fun. I also want to have some fun."

"What kind of fun do you want, Ted?" I ask. 

"A breast massage, hand job, playing in your cunt with an adult toy, then cow girl, and rear entry. What kind of dollars are we talking about for a one hour party."




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I quote $460 for the party -- $60 above the house minimum.

"That is too much. Believe I will pass and select one of the other 'girls' that I liked."

"Would you be willing to pay $420 for one hour. I will do my best to pleasure you."

"Yes, $420 will be satisfactory." Ted says.

I examined his dick, balls, and surrounding area carefully -- I satisfied that Ralph is disease free.

"You examined me closely, Kitty. Let me get a look at you."

The Madam never said anything about letting the man get a quick look. I pull the gown off my shoulders, it drops to the floor. I unhook my bra, it slide off my shoulders and drops on to the gown.

Ted looks at my breasts but did not touch my mounds. 

"Please lay down on the bed, Kitty. And spread your pussy lips with your fingers as wide as possible. I will not touch you now with my fingers -- -- ONLY my eyes will touch your sex now."

I lay down. My ass at the edge of the bed. I spread my legs -- then spread my lower pink lips. For a minute or so, Ted looks at my sex.

"Very nice, Kitty. Your body is certainly a pleasing package: ample boobs and wonderful pink treasure. A pleasing clitoris and cunt lips -- even your pee hole is attractive."

"Than you."

He hands me the money and says: "You have a nice pair of boobs. I am going to enjoy my breast massage and sucking your teats."

"I will provide the sexual pleasures that you want -- but within the law and house policy."

"I understand. You can dress me in a condom. Actually by wearing a condom, I will stay hard longer when I am fucking you." Ted says.

We both smile. I put my red gown back on and leave my bedroom to book the party. On my way to the brothel office and my return, I pass the closed door. The unmistakable sounds of sex can still be heard.

I knock on my bedroom door, then open it. Ted is on his stomach and laying on the bed, his head slightly elevated. He is stark naked. He hands me a bottle.

"Please rub some of this oil on my back, ass, and legs. Then you can rub the oil on my chest, stomach, and legs."

Several minutes are spent rubbing the massaging oil on Ted's entire back. He rolls over, I rub more oil on Ted. His penis is only slightly erect. Ted elevates his head using several firm pillows. He looks at my face -- but most of the time he looks at my hanging boobs. He fondles the closest breast, pulling and pinching its nipple.

"That is nice, Kitty. Please put some oil on my penis and balls -- and give me a hand job."

I put some more oil on my fingers and hands. Fingers of one hand stroke his balls. Fingers of my other hand stroke his penis. I gently squeeze the shaft base then pull up toward his penis head. Release. Then gently squeeze the shaft base and pull up to the penis head. And release.

Repeated frequently. My closest breast is fondled -- almost continuous fondling. 

"Oh, Baby. I love watching your fingers stroking my balls and cock. And I really enjoy watching your hanging breasts. And playing with the one that I can reach. You really have a nice pair."

"Thank you, Ted. I am pleased that you are enjoying the party."

"Yes. And I am certain that more pleasure will come."

I was raised on a small farm and helped my Dad milk several cows. I am essentially milking Ted's penis. No milk is produced -- but his penis grew up and became a hard cock. A long large cock. Several months ago, I had a party with a truck driver that had an ENORMOUS COCK. I had forgot the driver's name, but I remembered that the pounding he gave me with his cock made my cunt sore.

Fortunately, Ted's cock -- while large -- is still a size that would be pleasing for my moist cunt. 

"Let's move on. Kitty. Please give me a breast massage. From my knees and up to my mouth. I want to lick and suck those nice breasts and teats."

I straddle Ted's body, my breasts just above his knees. I lower my body slightly. One boob is rubbing his left knee, my other boob rubbing his right leg. Slowly, I move up his body -- rubbing each of his thighs with a boob. His cock is slightly pointing up -- the cock head is touching the valley between my breasts. I move from side to side -- my breasts pushing on and moving his cock. Then, with one breast I push his cock up and down.

"Yes. Yes. I really enjoy watching your breasts massaging my cock. Your have ample and beautiful breasts. Wonderful."

"Thank you for that comment, Ted."

I continued massaging his cock with my boobs for a few more minutes,

"Please move up and rub my stomach and chest for a short time. Then rub your breasts across my mouth. I want to lick and suck your boobs and teats." 

I moved quickly across Ted's stomach and chest -- and started rubbing my mounds of female flesh across his mouth. I knew that Ted would get some pleasure. But also I would receive the pleasure of his mouth and tongue on my breasts and pink flesh.

For many minutes, we both obtain pleasure as I move from side to side. My teats rubbing his mouth, then being separately licked and sucked. Both teats became firm and slightly larger. I thought it would be nice if both of my teats could be sucked at the same time -- but women are not made that way. And a man only has one mouth.

"I appreciate your sucking, Ted. Your skin is smooth and soft."

"I shaved and showed at the motel just before I came to this brothel."

"That is appreciated."

After several more minutes of teat sucking, Ted said: "Let me give you some pleasure, Kitty. What type of adult toys do you have?"

I pulled out the drawer of the table by the bed and hand Ted two adult toys: a latex shaped erect cock with balls and a heavy string with a set of plastic balls that increased gradually in diameter.

I got on my back, my legs spread wide, and said: "You may use one or both. Your decision."

"I will use the beads first, and follow with the dildo."

Ted moves, his face and fingers close to my womanhood. Gradually he pushes each ball past my pussy lips and into my cunt.

"Oh, Baby. I love looking at your cunt and trimmed pussy hair. Very attractive and pleasing."

"Thank you, Ted. I am glad that you are enjoying your party."

"All eight balls are inside your cunt, now. Do you want me to pull them out fast or slow?"

"Slow, please."

Ted slowly pulls out the plastic balls. My pussy lips grabbing each ball as Ted pulls the balls slowly out of my cunt.

Again, Ted pushes each ball past my pussy lips and into my cunt -- until all eight balls are inside my body. Then he pulls the string of balls out very slowly. My pussy lips are pleased. I feel my clitoris and body responding to this pleasure.

Ted reaches for the latex shaped erect cock and rubs it across my breasts. But soon he has spread my pussy lips with the fingers of one hand and is rubbing my pink flesh with the end of the dildo. He strokes my clitoris and cunt opening with the latex rod. Then pushes the rod into my cunt. Deep into my cunt, then he pulls it partway out. Again and again, my cunt is explored and penetrated with the latex shaped erect cock. My body continues to respond as my sex is penetrated and explored with the dildo. 

"Please rub my clitoris with your fingers -- use a circular motion. And continue using the latex dildo. Use a plastic glove." I request.

"I will be happy to rub your clitoris and use the dildo."

I have my eyes closed -- it is very easy to imagine that a man has his cock in my body and is also stroking my clit. Ted continues to enjoy the pink slit between my legs. But I believe that I receive more pleasure from his fingers and the latex erect cock inside my body. I sigh and moan softly.

"Oh, Ted. Please continue."

"Yes. I am willing to continue for several more minutes. Would you like to be finger fucked?"

"What ever pleasure you want." I say. "Please continue using the plastic glove."

I feel Ted pull out the latex dildo. He continues to rub my clitoris in a circular motion as he pushes a covered finger into my cunt. My finger fucking starts, then I feel a second finger being pushed into my cunt. In moments both fingers are in as deep as possible. Then I feel a third finger starting to enter my body -- but it is pushing on my dry hole.

"Please Ted. Only my moist hole."

"OK."

Ted's third finger pushes slightly into my moist opening. It is a tight fit. Soon his third finger retreats but comes to rest on my ass hole.

"You may touch my ass hole -- -- but please do not enter my third opening."

"OK. Just a light touch on you ass cheeks and back door."

"Thank you."

Ted continues making circles on my clitoris. Two fingers explore and rub the inside of my cunt. I can feel my natural lubricant slowly seeping out of my pleasure hole and onto my leg.

My eyes are still closed as I enjoy Ted's fingers touching and caressing my pink treasure.

"Please get my cock dressed, Kitty. Your pussy wants my cock. Cow girl position." Ted says. Then adds: "But first, a short blow job."

"YES! My pussy wants your cock. And I want your cock inside my pussy."

Ted is now on his back, his erect cock pointing toward the ceiling. I open a condom package and place the latex condom on the tip of his manhood. Using my mouth and lips, I unroll the condom partway down his shaft. My fingers finish the unrolling.

I open my mouth wide and give his cock head and rim a quick blow job. But soon, I am sucking part of his shaft. My head bobs up and down. Most of his latex covered cock is in my mouth as I lower my head. Then his shaft is exposed as I move away from his pubic hair. But his cock head and rim is always in my mouth. 

In several minutes, I can feel his cock getting larger -- now only part of his shaft can be in my mouth. I continue to bob my head up and down. I enjoy having a man's penis growing larger in my mouth and becoming a hard cock. A cock ready to explore and penetrate my cunt.

"I enjoy watching my shaft disappear into your mouth, then reappear. That is one reason why I like the cow girl position. You can really suck, Kit."

"What is another reason why you like the cow girl style." I ask.

"I really like to see a woman's breasts bounce around as she moves. Please suck my cock for a few more minutes -- then let's fuck. Cow girl first -- then rear entry."

For a few more minutes, I suck his covered cock even harder and faster.

"OK. Ride my hard horn, Kitty."

I straddle his body. The juncture of my legs is directly over his manhood. I hold his manhood and guide it past my pussy lips and into my warm moist tunnel as I lower my body. Inch by inch, his erection slides into me. Male pubic hair touches female pubic hair. Penetration is complete. Penetration is deep. Very deep.

I raise up slightly, then lower my body. Up, then down. Up, then down. Sometime slow, sometimes fast. Frequently. I feel my breasts bouncing around. But Ted's cock head is always in my body.

"I love having you ride my hard horn. I like watching my shaft appear, then disappear." Ted said.

"What else do you like and enjoy about the ride?" I ask.

"I like how you stay in my saddle and don't let my horn slip out of your cunt. And I love watching your breasts swing and sway. Your breasts are very pleasing to my eyes."

"I am pleased that you are enjoying our party."

"I am, Kitty. Please ride me harder. I want to watch your boobs move around even more."

As requested, I rode his cock as fast and as hard as I could. Both boobs move -- in every direction possible. Some times my boobs move in the same direction, at other times they move in opposite directions. His hard rod completely explores and penetrates my cunt as much as possible.

"Wonderful, Kitty. Pure Pleasure."

After several more minutes of cow girl activity, Ted said: "Let's move to the rear entry position. Please stand on the floor and bend over the bed."

I assume the requested position. My head and breasts are on the bed. My legs are spread wide. My ass is up in the air. I could feel Ted touching my left hip with his hand. Fingers of his other hand are touching my pink treasure, then one or possibly two of his covered fingers were pushing into my cunt. He finger fucks me briefly. Ted pulls his fingers out and went up my crack toward my back -- but he stops and rubs my ass cheeks and briefly touches the outside of my ass hole.

"Please fuck me, Ted. I want your cock in my cunt."

"I hope to give you a fucking that you will enjoy and long remember." Ted says.

"Yes. Possess me with your hard cock. TAKE ME -- -- NOW!!"

Ted pushes forward, his cock head easily slide past my pussy lips. I reach back and felt for the rim of the latex condom. Ted's cock is still dressed. Inch by inch, he pushes his erection into my body, then pulls back slightly. He pushes in again, then pulls back slightly -- this time it is faster. In, then partway out. Again and again. 

From time to time, Ted leans forward and squeezes a breast and pinches its nipple. At other times, he reaches around my waist -- his fingers rub my clitoris. But he also pushes my legs into the side of the bed and held my hips. My ass is held and I could not easily move. But I did not want to move. I am enjoying the rear entry cunt ramming that Ted is providing me. 

Ted soon is thrusting , ramming, and pounding my cunt -- hard and fast. His erection is hitting my moist cylinder in all possible directions. My entire cunt is being rubbed, explored, and penetrated. Frequently, Ted's balls hit my ass. Ted knows how to fuck a woman! He is possessing me completely!

"Do you feel like a woman, Kitty?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel like a woman who is getting a wonderful fucking?"

"Yes. I am honestly enjoying the fucking that you are giving me."

"Are you getting lost of pleasure from my cock?"

"YES! YES! I love you fucking me."

Ted continues his quick and hard poundings of my cunt. I could feel his cock getting slightly harder.

"Do you like my cock thrusting and ramming your pussy -- Kitty?"

"Yes. Fuck me as hard as you can. RAM MY PUSSY!!"

For another minute or so, Ted's cock thoroughly explores my moist cunt. I could feel my natural lubrication seeping out of my cunt and on to my inner thigh.

After several more hard poundings, Ted's cock explodes. It seems that I could feel his cum shot into the tip of the condom.

Ted pulls out and laid down on the bed. I pull off his condom, turn it inside out and suck off his cum. I reach over, we share a kiss -- a deep intimate kiss. We also share his cum.

We both glance at the timer, soon our party would be over. For several minutes, each of us share the small bathroom and freshen up.

I help Ted get dressed in his street clothes, he helps me get dressed in my brothel uniform.

"Thank you very much, Kitty, for the pleasures that you have provided. I honestly enjoyed our party. Here is a tip."

"You are welcome, Ted. And thank you for selecting me. Please come again."

Hand in hand, we walk to the lobby. Ted places a hand on my ass and gives it a gentle squeeze as we exchange hugs and good bys. Then he left.

I look out the brothel window and see him walking toward the parking lot. In a minute or so, I see the headlights of a vehicle come on. Then I see the tail lights of a vehicle moving toward the entrance to the Highway.

Our paths came together for a very enjoyable and pleasing hour. Now our paths have separated -- probably never to join again. When two become as one -- when a hard erect rod enters a moist cylinder -- for shared pleasure. Now I have a pleasing memory -- to be shared only with MY DIARY.

A Late Hours Party For Kitty, With Jim

It was almost midnight when I got to bed -- my first day back had been long and I was tired. Sleep soon came.

The bell rang indicating that a man wants a Late Hours party. I looked at my clock. It was just after 2:00 am.

I put on my shoes, black thong panties, and a sheer deep green shirt with sleeves. I left the shirt unbuttoned. This would be the first time that I would be only partially clothed for a line up. Only five 'girls' respond to the bell -- several were excused, a few were already having parties. I look at what each was wearing and saw a lot of female flesh.

  One 'girl' is stark naked -- she was not even wearing shoes. She is tan from her toes to the top of her head; her breasts and the juncture of her legs were even tanned -- but a noticeable lighter shade. I wonder if the tan is from a bottle or a tanning lamp. But it really does not matter. Only a small amount of trimmed pubic hair is visible above her slit.

. 

  Two 'girls' were wearing only shoes and thong panties -- their breasts completely exposed. I guessed that one is about a 34 B, the other about 36 C -- but both pairs were nice. I did not see any pubic hair sticking out from under the red thong. But the woman wearing the sheer yellow thong apparently had not shaved recently, a dark area was very evident underneath the sheer fabric.

  One was wearing shoes, thong panties and a very sheer bra. Her thong was black, the bra was red and sheer. I could see her areolas and nipples through the fabric. Some of her female mounds of flesh spilled out of the bra.

I considered myself to be essentially undressed but -- compared to the others -- I was dressed. 

The Shift Manager told us to enter the lobby and introduce ourselves. As I stood in line, I made certain that one of my boobs is completely exposed. The other boob is partially covered. I believe that a little mystery about a woman's body makes a man more interested. When my turn came, I took one step forward and gave my name: "Kitty." Then stepped back into the line.

The man carefully looked at each of us -- but it seemed that he only glanced at me. Most of his attention was focused on the naked 'girl' and the two that were topless.

Finally he spoke: "This is really a hard decision. I would like to sit here for an hour or so and enjoy all of the bare female flesh. I like looking at a woman's boobs and ass."

"We understand that. But the 'girls' would appreciate your decision." The Shift Manager said.

The man looks again, then says: "I understand. I would like a party with the 'girl' who is wearing the green shirt. The woman with one boob showing. I forgot her name."

I step forward and smile, he introduces himself as Jim. As we walk back to my room, Jim has a hand on the side of my body, above my hip -- but soon his hand drops down and touches my ass. As we walk toward my room, we hear the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from behind a closed door. We hear sighs and moans of pleasure -- mixed in with the sound of a squeaking bed.

Once we are inside my bedroom, the man says: "I think that squeaking bed needs a little oil or possibly a few nuts and bolts need to be tighter." 

"Are you referring to the actual things or to something else?" I ask, and smile.

"Possibly both -- but it could be natural lubricant from a woman's cunt. And a man's balls and cock."

"What kind of party do you want, Jim?" I ask.

"I would enjoy having your pussy, Kitty. Maybe I should not have said that -- you probably hear that type of comment often."

"No problem at all. I am here to provide the sexual services that you want." I say.

"I would like a blow job, then intercourse in the missionary position. A thirty minute party, but I may extend the time." Jim says.

I quote a price fifty dollars high than the house minimum. For a few minutes, we negotiate back and forth -- -- finally we settle on a price twenty dollars higher then the house minimum. Thirty minutes for $270.

"Please let me check your manhood."

"Undress me, Kitty."

I loosen his belt and put the pants zipper down. Then I push his pants down over his hips. They drop to the floor. 

"It looks like you came prepared for quick action." I say -- as I see the Jim is not wearing any underpants. His penis is slightly erect.




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"Please turn toward the table lamp so I can exam your manhood." 

My exam of his penis, balls, and surrounding area takes only a few minutes and is thorough.

"I am satisfied."

Jim gives me the money, I leave the room to book the party. Within minutes, I am back in my bedroom. Jim is completely naked and laying on the bed. Apparently he has been pleasuring himself -- his penis is erect and pointing toward the ceiling.

"Please strip completely. Even take off your jewelry. I want you as naked as the day you were born." Jim says. And adds, "But put on some more lipstick."

I do as he requests as this is a service oriented business. Providing sexual service that the man desires. While my lips are dressed in bright red lipstick -- -- I am stark naked. I stand close to Jim with my legs spread. My female charms are totally exposed.

Jim looks at me. For a minute or so, his eyes make the round trip from my face -- past my breasts, past my stomach, past my genitals -- to my upper thighs. 

"You have a nice body, Kitty. An attractive face, ample breasts, and a nice pussy. Please turn slowly around. -- and bend over with your ass toward me and your legs spread."

Slowly I turn around, spread my legs, and bend over.

"Yes. You also have a nice ass. Your pussy lips are attractive. OK. Please me, Kitty. Kiss my body."

I kiss each of his nipples and his chest. Then I kiss my way down to his cylinder. I kiss his inner thighs. I quickly kiss his balls. My lips leave a trail of bright red lipstick on his body.

I fondle his penis and balls for about a minute -- it becomes firm enough to be dressed.

Once I have dressed Jim's cock in a condom, I lay down between his legs --- my mouth close to his erection. I open my mouth, and take the penis head into my mouth and suck on the head and rim. But soon, several inches of his shaft is in my mouth -- my red lips are just able to reach his pubic hair. Red lipstick is painted almost completely around the base of his shaft.

My blow job continues -- I can no longer take all of his shaft into my mouth. My sucking focuses on his cock head, rim, and several inches of his firm shaft.

"My erection is adequate. Please get on your back with your ass on that firm pillow. I am really going to fuck your pussy -- Kitty." Jim says, and laughs softly.

Our eyes meet, we both smile.

I assume the position. Jim is on his knees, his condom covered cock about an inch from my pussy lips. Briefly, he looks at my naked body.

"I like looking at a woman's face and her breasts before I enter her cunt. Your naked body is very pleasing and attractive. I bet you would look attractive and be interesting when completely dressed."

"Do you want me to put on some lingerie?"

"No. Not now. When I fuck a woman I want her to be completely naked. I want to see every square inch of her nude body."

He moves forward -- his condom covered cock head easily slides past my pussy lips. Inch by inch, Jim moves forward -- until he has penetrated my cunt as far as possible.

"I have not had an ejaculation for several days. I hope to give you a fucking that you will like."

"I am certain that we will both receive sexual pleasure." 

Jim puts an arm under the back of each of my knees. The inside of his elbows lock with the back of my knees. He moves forward, lifts my lower body up slightly, then again pushes forward. My legs touch my breasts -- I am essentially doubled over. He pulls partway out, then slams his erection into my cunt. Partway out, then slams my cunt again. Deep, fast, and hard penetrations. My cunt is slammed repeatedly.

"Oh, yes. I love the way you are fucking me, Jim."

"And I love having my cock in your body, Baby."

His rod is moving in and almost out of my cunt much like a piston rod moves in a well lubricated cylinder. In, and almost out. Frequently!! My eyes are closed and I think about the piston rods moving rapidly in the engine of a car or truck traveling at a fast speed on the near by Interstate Highway. 

Jim continues his fast and hard ramming of my cunt. I still have my eyes closed, my legs still are touching my breasts. Jim releases one leg and pushes it on to the bed. My legs are spread wide. I can feel him move forward while he is still pounding my cunt. He starts licking a breast and pink nipple -- but soon he is sucking a teat. Teat sucking and cunt pounding continues.

I open my eyes and glance at the timer -- there are only a few minutes left.

I feel Jim's cock grow slightly. His cock seems to explode -- and shots cum into the tip of the condom. Jim pulls out, removes the condom, and turns it inside out. Cum is rubbed onto my teats. As the timer rings signaling that a minute remains, Jim lowers his mouth onto a teat. He sucks his cum into his mouth and swallows. He rubs my other teat with his index finger -- then offers his cum covered finger to my lipstick covered lips. 

"I believe in recycling." He says and softly laughs. "Do you want some male juice?"

"Not this time. But possibly at our next party." I say, and smile.

"Kitty, this is my first time in Northern Nevada and I am forty-two years old. I may never pass this way again."

"You never know." I reply.

"But I enjoyed the fucking that I was able to give you. Did you like being explored and deeply penetrated?"

"Yes. It was a nice party. I enjoyed the action of your cock inside me." 

The timer rang. Our party was over.

Jim washed off the lipstick prints that I made on his body, then dressed. I only put on a house coat. Neither of us spoke as we walk together to the lobby. No one is in the lobby or at the bar -- it is very quiet. We hug and say good by. 

From the brothel window, I saw the lights of a small SUV come on and heard the engine start.

The vehicle picks up speed as it approaches the highway. I imagine the piston rods moving very fast in the lubricated cylinders of the SUV engine. Much faster then Jim's covered rod moved in my moist cylinder . 

My cunt was a little sore from the pounding Jim gave me. Back in my room, I took two aspirins. I will remember the pleasures we shared, the slight pain will soon be gone. Sleep quickly came.

SECOND DAY

It was mid morning when I woke up to the sound of a ringing bell. A man wanted a line up. Quickly I splash some water on my face, put on lipstick and got into my brothel uniform:

a red opaque gown with black trim, matching bra and thong panties, thigh high black hose, and shoes. Then I join the other 'girls' in the hallway.

The Shift Manager ask us to enter the lobby, eight 'girls' including myself walk in single file and stand in the line up. I was at the end of the line. 

"Ladies, we have two gentlemen who came together, but they want separate parties. Rex will pick first, then Gene. Please introduce yourself." The Shift Manager said.

When it was my turn, I took one step forward and said: "Kitty." Then stepped back.

For a few minutes, both men looked at us. Rex said: "I would like to have a party with Carol."

Gene said: "You made a good decision Rex. My first choice is Melissa."

Carol and Melissa, smile and walk toward the men -- each lead their selector toward her room.

I went to the kitchen and fixed breakfast for myself: juice, cereal, toast and a flavored coffee. Then I went back to my bedroom and finish the letter that I had started writing last evening -- just before my party with Ted. 

One of my best friends from high school, Marsha, would soon be arriving. While we had not seen each other for many years, we had kept in regular contact with letters and emails. In fact, Marsha, in a telephone call had provided me with valuable information regarding the work of a brothel 'girl'. She had suggested this brothel and had worked here in the past.

This morning was slow, only Carol and Melissa had parties. I did some laundry, wash my hair, and took a shower. After putting on my brothel uniform, I went to the lounge to talk with the other girls and watch television. And possibly do some reading.

As I walk in, I see several 'girls' standing and hugging each other. One was saying: "Glad that you had a safe trip back, Brenda." The other girl said: "Yes. It is good to be back to my second home. I am ready to start working now."

Her voice certainly sounds familiar. I look. Yes. It is my best friend from high school, Marsha. Quickly, I go over and join the conversation. We talk and talk -- I certainly enjoy getting reacquainted with Marsha. 

Our conversation continues until the bell rang indicating that a man wants a party.

Nine 'girls' gather in the hallway -- including Marsha (Brenda) and myself. The Shift Manager asks us to enter the lobby.

"Ladies, we have a gentlemen interested in a one hour party, his name is Ben. He also said there was the possibility of a longer time period. He told me that he had been here a few times in the past. Please introduce yourself."

Marsha (Brenda) and I were near the end of the line. When it was her turn, my friend took a step forward and said: "Brenda." Then she steps back into the line.

I step forward, smile at Ben, and said: "Kitty." Then I step back into the line.

For several minutes, Ben looks at the 'girls' in the line up. Finally he says: "This is a hard decision to make. I have had several wonderful parties with Brenda. But I think that it is time to - - - - - - - - - - - - - have another party with Brenda."

Ben smiles. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Brenda returns the smile.

Quickly, she walks toward Ben. Hand in hand, they walk to her room.

I went to the lounge and watch television. 

A Party For Brenda And Kitty, With Ben

Several minutes pass, I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up. It is Marsha / Brenda.

"Ben said that he would like a two girl party. We would play together while he watches and asks us to do things together. Then he wants the two of us to pleasure him. Would you be interested?" Brenda asks. Then adds: "Ben would like to take some digital pictures -- including our faces."

Quickly I said: "Yes."

"Does your 'Yes' include a willingness to have pictures taken." 

"Yes. Including my face."

We reserve the large party room with the king size bed, sofa, and chairs. 

When only Brenda and I were in the party room, and away from listening ears, Brenda whispers: "I told you that Ben wanted you. Actually Ben told me to select a 'girl' that I was willing to work with. Please keep that confidential."

"I will -- and I understand why. Thank you very much, Marsha, for selecting me."

"Here in the brothel, it is Brenda and Kitty. Not Marsha and Betty."

"Yes. Sorry."

"No problem. Ben is paying the house minimum for one hour -- but for two 'girls'. That is $1400 gross. We each make $350." Brenda said. "Ben has always given me a very nice tip, at the end of my previous parties with him. He said he would even give more for a two girl party."

I wait in the large party room, Brenda brought Ben in and introduces him.

Ben pulls a piece of paper from his pocket, and says: "We can kind of go with the flow but there are some specific things that I want to do." 

"I told Brenda that I would like to watch and suggest things for you to do together -- a girl -- girl show. Things such as: stripping, rubbing each other's body, 69, and using the double headed dildo that I have."

"Then the two of you will pleasure me at the same time -- a party for three. Things such as: urinating together, showering together, double breast massage, blow job and ball sucking, cow girl and face fuck, missionary and finger fucking."

"Also, I want to take some digital pictures -- for my personal use."

"Brenda told me that everything is satisfactory with her. Is all of this satisfactory with you, Kitty?"

"Yes. I am very willing to work with Brenda, then you, to provide you the sexual services that you desire." 

"Ben has received lots of pleasures from my body in the past. And we certainly want to continue the pleasuring. Correct, Ben?" Brenda asks.

"Definitely yes. Lots of sucking and fucking fun." Ben replies. 

"We need to check your dick." Brenda says.

Ben loosens his belt and unzips his pants. In one motion his pants and underpants are below his knees. Ben knows the routine -- he is already turned toward the table lamp. Brenda closely looks at his penis, balls, and surrounding area. They respond to her touch.

"I am satisfied. Your turn to look, Kitty." Brenda says.

I look at Ben's slightly erect penis and balls. Some of the penises I have examined curve slightly. Ben's manhood is straight. I don't say anything but think to myself that this fucking will be fun.

"I am also satisfied."

Ben pulls up his clothing, reaches for his wallet and gives each of us the money - Brenda and I leave the room and book the party. When we get back to the large party room, Ben is sitting in the chair completely dressed. A CD is playing soft romantic music.

Girl -- Girl Show: Fun And Pleasure

"Please stand in front of me and strip. Brenda first." Ben says.

I watch as Brenda undresses and moves her body -- in time with the music. Slowly she pulls her opaque light blue gown up over her matching thong panties. Then over her matching sheer bra. She lets go of the gown and it falls down her body -- again covering her. Brenda slides the straps off her shoulders, the gown falls to the floor. She twists and turns her body, her back now toward Ben. She pushes her thong panties off her ass, then pulls them on again. Then pushes then off her ass, they drop to the floor. She turns her back toward Ben. Bending over, she spreads her ass cheeks with her fingers. Ben takes several pictures as Brenda strips.

"Nice. Very nice, Brenda. I have always appreciated looking at your ass and the openings between your legs."

"Do you like looking at my breasts?"

"Yes. I also like looking at your breasts. Actually your entire body is very attractive."

"Thank you, Ben. A 'girl' likes to hear comments like that."

"I also like having my cock in your moist cunt."

Brenda stands up and faces Ben. She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. Slowly she slides the bra straps off her shoulders -- but she catches the bra and holds it against her breasts.

"Take it off, Baby. Take it all off." Ben softly says.

Brenda takes off the bra and tosses it at Ben. He looks at the bra and says: "This looks like the bra that I gave you. Is it."

"Yes."

Brenda walks over to Ben and asks: "Do you want to finish undressing me?"

Ben unfastens the straps of her shoes and takes them off. Then he pulls off her thigh high hose. Brenda is stark naked. Ben takes some digital pictures.

"Would you like to smell my cunt, Ben?" Brenda asks. She takes several steps forward, Ben bends down -- his nose buried in her slit.

Ben smells. And says: "Very nice aroma, Brenda. I love smelling your cunt."

Then, Ben says: "Your turn, Kitty. Please undress."

I stand close to Ben, but just out of reach. But he only looks, apparently touching will come later.

I reach under my opaque gown and push off my thong panties and toss then at Ben. He smells the fabric. Then I unhook my bra and pull it through the sleeve opening of my gown -- it is also tossed at Ben.

Ben looks at the label and says: "About what I thought, 36 C. A nice size for pleasure." 

I slip off my shoes. Again, I reach under the bottom of my opaque red gown and pull of one thigh high hose and toss it at Ben. The second hose is also pulled off and tossed at Ben.

Standing close to him, I slowly pull up my gown. My upper thighs are exposed. The juncture of my legs is exposed. My stomach is exposed. Finally my mounds of female flesh are exposed. I pull the gown over my head and toss it on to the chair. Ben takes some digital pictures.

"Very nice, Kitty. I enjoy the slow uncovering of your female charms."

Ben looks at my breasts. Then he looks at Brenda's breasts. His eyes travel back and forth

from my pair to Brenda's pair.

"Almost like looking at two pairs of matched bookends. Not quite but still very nice." Ben says. And adds: "Please bend down, Kitty."

I bend down. My boobs are hanging. Ben opens the top of one thigh high hose and puts it on my hanging breast. The other breast is also somewhat dressed using the top of my other hose.

"Please stand up and shake you upper body -- both Kitty and Brenda."

Side by side , we shake our upper bodies. Our breasts swing and sway. Ben reaches up and pulls of both hose from my breasts. We continue to move -- our breasts continue to swing and sway.

"Very nice. A pleasure to watch two pairs at the same time. Please face each other and touch. I would like one to stand still with her back against the wall and the other to move up and down -- so your bodies touch and rub. Please kiss, lick, and suck."

Brenda was slightly shorter so she stood still. I press my body against her. My breasts were slightly above her breasts. Slowly I move down until my breasts touched the top of her thighs. I lower my head and lick Brenda's cunt. Then I slowly move up her body -- kissing and licking her stomach. For a minute or so, I lick and suck her breasts and teats. Then my breasts were pushing on her breasts. I kiss her neck. Our lips touch, our tongues explored. We share a deep intimate kiss.

"Yes, ladies. That is one of the things I want to see. Female flesh running female flesh. Please continue."

Again I lower my body -- my breasts rub her body, my tongue and lips kiss, lick and suck Brenda's body. Several more times my body travel up and down on Brenda's body. Again, several digital pictures are taken.

Then, Ben said: "Very nice ladies. Thank you. Now, please rub your breasts together."

Once again, my breasts touch my friend's breasts. We move in opposite directions -- when I move up several inches, Brenda moves down several inches. When I move to my right, she moves to her left. In a few minutes, four nipples became firmer.

"Please let me see only teats touching teats." Ben requests.

We carefully move. It is easy to have one of my teats touching one of Brenda's teats. But getting four teats to touch takes a little longer. Finally, only four teats are touching -- but we need to hold our breath. Ben takes several pictures.

"Wonderful show! I have wanted to see two women rubbing their teats and breasts together for a long time."

Several more minutes pass of girl - girl breast rubbing, then Ben says: "Very nice breast rubbing -- I enjoyed the show. Thank you. Now I would like to see pussy lips rubbing pussy lips."

We got in position, I was on my side and Brenda was partway on her side and stomach. Our legs were like the cutting edges of two pair of scissors. We move closer -- the trimmed pussy hair on the juncture of our legs touches. Each of us move toward the other -- our crotches touch. Two sets of pussy lips rub together. I could feel a woman's natural lubrication oozing slightly onto my upper thighs. But I could not tell if it was my lubrication or Brenda's lubrication -- -- or possibly a mixture. As we move, in different directions, our pink treasures grind and mash together.

This is the first time that I had rubbed my pussy lips on the pussy lips of another woman. But I did not tell either Brenda or Ben. Some things are best left unsaid. 

During the double pussy lip rub, Ben took several digital pictures.

"Very nice pussy rubbing. Thank you, ladies. Now, I would like to see some '69' activity -- One of you on her back on the bed, the other on top. Lick and suck those cunts. Let's keep those pussy juices flowing."

Brenda and I assume the requested position on the bed -- our sides toward Ben. He is still sitting in the chair, completely dressed. I notice that there is a bulge in the fabric of his pants a few inches below Ben's belt. I get on my back, Brenda straddles my body. Her head is just above my pink treasure, my head is just under her pink treasure. This is the first time that I will be licking and sucking a woman's genitals -- I wonder if Ben or Brenda are aware of this. But, sometimes it is best not to say something.




A Nevada Brothel - My Initial Work Ch. 03



I am back, for the third time, at a legal brothel in Nevada. This time is much easier then my earlier trips. Only yesterday morning, I was getting on a bus for the ride to Northern Nevada. At my final destination, the shift manager meet me at the bus terminal and drove me directly to the medical clinic for the necessary physical checks. That evening, I talked with the Madam regarding house policy, rules and regulations. There is little change from my earlier time -- and the Madam quickly gave her permission for me to wear as little or nothing for Late Night Line-Ups.

For several hours, I talk with a few of the 'girls' in the brothel lounge. I am still dressed in my street clothes -- gym shoes, blue jeans, and a long sleeve shirt. The 'girls' are dressed in their brothel uniforms: 





A Nevada Brothel - My Initial Work Ch. 03



We negotiate a party -- thirty minutes, fifty dollars above the house minimum.

"I need to check your male equipment, Tim."

Tim pushes his pants and shorts over his hips. Slowly both articles of clothing fall to the floor.

As I handle his penis and look at his manhood, Tim gets a slight erection.

"I am satisfied."

"Before I give you the money, I would like to look at your body, Kitty." Tim says.

I smile, and say: "Only a look. No touching now."

"Yes. A look at your breasts and genitals. With your legs spread. You can spread your pussy lips with your fingers."

I smile. But I want to book the party and earn the money. Quickly, I remove my opaque red gown and thong panties. 

"Do you want me to remove my shelf cup bra?"

"Not necessary. The undersides of your breasts receive support. But your nipples and a large part of your boobs are exposed."

"You like a woman wearing this type of bra?"

"Yes. I gave my spouse a shelf bra several years ago but she refused to wear it. She said it was too revealing."

I spread my pussy lips. Tim takes a quick look -- then opens his billfold and hands me the required money. I slip on my opaque red gown but toss my red thong panties on to the chair. I leave the room and book the party. Then quickly return.

Tim has unpeeled a yellow banana and is almost finished eating it. 

"I thought we were going to use a banana together -- -- then eat it together."

Tim smiles -- -- as he pulls out a second banana from his small canvas bag. He places this banana on my desk. 

Tim is completely naked, his penis is limp. He is sitting on a chair with his legs spread.

"I would like you to strip but please leave one thigh high hose on. When I touch your legs I want to feel both bare skin and hose covered skin. I like the contrast between bare skin and a hose cover leg."

Quickly, I am practically naked. It feels a little strange to be wearing only one thigh high hose but this is a sexual service business. 

"Please kneel down between my legs and give me a hand job -- then a blow job."

I put some lubricant on my hands and fingers and start rubbing Tim's penis. His flaccid penis starts to respond, gradually his manhood increases in size. I continue rubbing his growing penis -- -- it becomes a large hard cock.

"Please get my cock dressed, Kitty. I want a nice blow job. I actually NEED a nice blow job. The bitch I married refuses to suck my cock. And she also refuses to wear intimate clothing in our bedroom. "

"I want to give you a nice blow job, Tim."

Years ago, my now ex-husband, asked for blow jobs. Frequently, I refused to suck his bare cock or even kiss his cock. Now, I am very willing to suck the condom covered cock of most any man.

I place a lubricated condom on the tip of Tim's cock -- then unroll it down his shaft with my lips. The unrolling is completed with my fingers.

For several minutes, I sucked on the condom dressing covering Tim's cock. Then I put some very warm water in my mouth and suck again on his cock.

"I love the feeling of warm water on my cock. Very nice."

Then I put some very cold water in my mouth and bath Tim's condom covered cock in the cold water.

"Wonderful, Kitty. I like the contrast between warm and cool water on my cock."

"I am pleased that you are enjoying your party."

"I am, Kitty. You do an excellent job of cock sucking. And you kept most of the water in your mouth. 

Tim moves slightly forward in the chair. "Please stroke my balls as you continue sucking my cock."

I look up at his face, and smile. "It will be my pleasure to fondle your constant companions and suck your cock."

His balls are cradled in the palm of one hand, my fingers start stroking his balls. Then I take almost his entire cock into my mouth. My head bobbing starts. My lips frequently touch the base of his shaft.

"Yes, Baby. Yes. Suck me. Fondle my balls."

"I love having a man's cock grow large in my mouth." I mumble -- over his cock.

But soon my sucking activity is focused on his cock head, cock rim, and several inches of his shaft. I can no longer take his entire cock into my mouth.

The blow job on his condom covered cock continues. Ball stroking continues.

"Wonderful, Baby. Wonderful. You really know how to suck cock."

"Thank you, Tim." I mumble.

"Only about ten minutes of our party remain. Please get on the bed in the missionary position." Tim requests, as he looks at the timer.

Quickly, I assume the desired position. My back is on the bed, my ass is elevated with a firm pillow, and legs are spread wide. Tim is between my legs, his condom covered cock a few inches from my pussy lips. For a minute or so, Tim rubs both of my legs -- one leg is bare, the other leg is covered with one thigh high hose. Both legs are rubbed from my toes to the juncture of my legs. 

"I love feeling the contrast between a woman's bare leg and a hose covered leg." 

Tim lightly touches my pussy lips -- -- several times. He moves forward. My pussy lips feel his erection. Now his cock head is pushing against my pussy lips. I start to feel his erection penetrating my moist cunt. Finally, I feel his balls touching my ass. He moves back several inches, his cock head still inside my body. Then he moves forward again -- until penetration is deep as possible.

"You have a nice body, Kitty. Soft and warm. And I like being in your warm cunt."

"Thank you, Tim."

"I am going to pull completely out of your cunt. Then quickly enter you again. And again, and again."

"You like knocking frequently on a woman's pussy lips?"

"Yes. I like the sensation on my cock head and rim of entering a woman's cunt -- -- frequently. Multiple penetrations!

"That is different, Tim. But it is your party. Keep knocking and entering."

Tim penetrates, then withdraws his manhood -- many times. Gradually, his slow gentle but deep thrusts become fast. And faster. 

Now he is pounding and ramming my cunt -- -- and only partially withdrawing his erection. As I looked at Tim earlier, it was very evident that he is in good physical shape. But his cunt pounding certainly tells me that he is in excellent shape.

"You like me fucking you, Kitty?"

"Yes."

Tim pushes an arm under each of my legs. The inside of his elbows locks with the inside of my knees. He slightly lifts up my lower body and then moves forward -- my legs almost touch my breasts. Essentially I am doubled over. My fucking continues. Each penetration of his cock is deep into my cunt. Very deep. Frequently, I feel his balls touching my ass. 

"Oh, Tim. You are hitting all of the good spots in my cunt."

"I want to please you, Baby. I want both of us to get sexual pleasure."

"Yes. Yes. I want us to come together."

His cock seems to be operating almost like some type of precision machine. His cock penetrates my cunt in a smooth manner -- very deep and fast. Then he pulls back slightly -- only to again plunge his cock deep into my cunt. I am wet -- very wet from my natural lubricant. Some of my natural lubricant oozes from my cunt and onto my inner thigh.

"Do you feel like a woman who is getting a wonderful fucking, Kitty?"  "Yes. Fuck me as hard as you can. I want to feel your ejaculation."

"It seems that I can feel your cunt muscles holding on to my cock. I like the tight fit."

"It seems that every inch of my moist cylinder can feel your sliding cock."

Now, Tim is fucking me even faster and harder. Much like the piston rods move in the lubricated cylinders of a car or truck engine -- Tim's covered rod is moving rapidly in my lubricated cylinder. It seems that Tim has gone from close to zero to over 100 miles an hour. 

"I love being fucked by you, Tim. Your cock is really pleasing in my cunt."

"And I am certainly enjoying the opportunity to fuck you."

I feel Tim's cock grow slightly larger. Then it explodes. Deep inside my body, I feel his cum shot out from his cock and hit the inside of the condom. Tim collapses, he seems to be completely spend. Part of his weight pushes me down into the mattress.

His manhood is still deep inside my body. But I feel it slowly becoming smaller. No longer does he have a hard, firm cock -- now he has a flaccid penis that I can hardly feel. Tim rolls off my body. The buzzer of the timer rings -- our party is almost over.

In a minute or so, Tim says: "I guess we will not have the opportunity to use the banana as a dildo -- then eat the banana. You will have to eat the banana by yourself."

"As I eat the banana, I will also suck on the banana. That will remind me of your nice cock. And the sexual pleasure that we enjoyed and shared today." I say.

"Yes. Lost of sexual pleasures and lots of mutual satisfaction.

As Tim takes a quick shower, I put on my opaque gown. He faces me and dries off, then puts on his underpants. Then he is quickly dressed in street clothes.

"Did you like watching my male equipment as I dried off and put on my shorts?"

"Yes. Your erection was almost like the banana. Now it is like my little finger." I smile and softly laugh.

"True -- like a firm and hard green banana. But not like your little finger. But I will recover and be ready this evening or tomorrow morning. I plan on fucking my spouse. She is waiting for me at the motel."

"It is none of my business -- -- but was she crying when you left her to come to the brothel."

"Yes. She was crying. Why do you ask?"

"Years ago, my now ex-husband left me in a motel when he went to a brothel. In time, we finally got a divorce."

"Sounds like my situation. I have already talked with a lawyer. When we get back home from this vacation, I probably will have the lawyer start the divorce proceedings."

Tim gives me a nice tip. Hand in hand, we walk to the brothel lobby. As we hug, Tim rubs my ass through the fabric of my gown. We say thank you, please come again, and good by.

From the brothel window, I watch Tim walk to a small SUV. My watching continues as the vehicle moves toward the highway, then disappears.

I walk to my room and sit down. A few tears come to my eyes -- -- my thoughts are about a married woman in a motel who probably will be involved in a divorce. A woman that I have never met and probably will never see. A woman who apparently is not willing to provide her husband with some pleasures of her flesh.

But I also think about my marriage of years ago and later divorce.

More tears come to my eyes. If only I had provided my husband with the sexual pleasures that I willingly provided Tim. If only - - - - - possibly my marriage would still exist. Yes, my marriage would be alive and very healthy. My best friend, my admirer, my lover, my intimate bathroom and bedroom companion -- -- would be my husband. My husband of many years.

By frequently saying NO and REFUSING his requests, my life has gradually changed. Being divorced it has completely changed. And my financial status has suffered. Now it is necessary to live with my bad decisions.

The brothel buzzer rings -- -- another man wants a line up.

I quickly freshen up and join the other 'girls' in the line up. I am the last 'girl' to enter the room. The other five introduce themselves. When it is my turn, I step forward, smile, and say: "Kitty."

Then I step back into the line up.

For several minutes, the man looks at us. It seems that he is mentally undressing each of us.

"I would like to talk with Alice about a party." The man finally says.

I walk back to my room. The bed sheet is changed. I take a shower, and get ready for the next man who wants a party. My eyes are now dry. Over the next several hours, I am in several line-ups and also visit with men at the bar.

Briefly, in the late afternoon, I play pool with a gentlemen who introduced himself as Alex. 

"Your pool playing is not that good. But the view of your boobs is pleasing when you bend over the table to take a shot. From time to time, I can even see your nipples."

"I am trying to improve my pool." I reply.

"Let's go to your room and discuss a possible party?"

Hand in hand, we walk down the hallway to my room. 

"Are you wearing a shelf bra, Kitty?"

"Yes. The shelf bra supports the undersides of my breasts, but nipples and part of the breasts are completely exposed."

"And nicely exposed when you wear a lose fitting gown."

"I am glad that you liked the view."

"Yes, I liked the view. But soon I will see and feel more."

We quickly negotiate a party and the price -- thirty dollars above the house minimum for a fifteen minute party -- -- with rear entry intercourse. My visual and hand check of his male equipment is satisfactory. After booking the party with the Shift Manager and giving her the money, I quickly return to my bedroom.

Alex is really for his party. He is naked and laying on the bed.

"Strip quickly, Kitty. Rub your breasts on my manhood, then on my face. I want to lick and suck those mounds of female flesh and their teats."

As I strip quickly, I watch Alex's eyes. He looks at my boobs, then looks at the juncture of my legs. I am stark naked and walk toward the bed.

"Please stop and turn around slowly."

I do as Alex requests. I am positive that he is only looking at my ass. 

"I like those curves. I will enjoy entering your cunt from the back. But first, rub my cock and face with those ample boobs. I want a breast massage."

"I like my breasts and nipples to be licked and sucked."

"They will be, Kitty. -- -- -- -- -- They will be."

With my body straddling Alex's body. I lower my body until I feel his slight erection in the valley between my breasts. For several minutes, I move both of my boobs in different directions over his manhood. I can feel his erection getting larger.

"Very nice massaging, Kitty. When I saw part of your breasts as you played pool, I knew that I wanted to see and feel all of your breasts."

"Thank you, Alex. I am glad that you are enjoying our party."

"I am. But now I want to enjoy those boobs and teats on my face and in my mouth."

I get into the requested position and move my mounds back and forth across Alex's face. He is rubbing my upper back with both of his hands. Then he sticks out his tongue and licks my breasts and teats. But soon a nipple is in his mouth, I feel the wetness of his mouth on my breast and nipple. Then he starts sucking my other breast and nipple. 

"Very nice, boobs. Very enjoyable." 

His erection can easily be felt as it pushes against my lower stomach. Soon I will feel his erection penetrating my cunt.

"OK, Baby. I want to feel my cock in your cunt. Get me dressed."

Quickly, I open a lubricated condom and roll it over his cock head and down the shaft with my fingers. Alex places some lubricant on the outside of the condom and on my pussy lips. My fucking will start soon.

"I like your neatly trimmed pussy hair. And your pussy lips are very pleasing."

"Thank you."

"Could I watch you shave your pussy hair?"

"Yes. Sometime in the future that could be part of a party."

I stand up and bend over the bed. Alex is now standing behind me. His legs touch my legs. His cock head touches my pussy lips -- my fucking is starting. I reach between my legs and touch the base of his erection. My fingers feel the raised rim of the condom. Alex's cock is still dressed in the latex lubricated condom. 

Initially, he is rubbing one side of my ass. Fingers of his other hand spread my pussy lips. He moves slightly forward. His covered cock easily pushes my pussy lips further apart. His cock head enters my cunt. Inch by inch, his shaft enters my cunt. Finally, I feel his balls touching my ass -- -- penetration is complete. His cock is long, his cock is thick -- -- it seems that my cunt is completely filled.

As Alex starts penetrating my cunt, both of his hands slide up my body. Now each breast is being fondled, frequently my nipples are being pinched and pulled. And his cock is moving in and almost out of my cunt. In and almost out. Fast, then faster. 

I am held in place. His legs push my legs against the bed. His cock and hips are pushing me down toward the bed. And he is fondling, squeezing, and holding my breasts. Personally, rear entry into my cunt is not my favorite position for intercourse. I much prefer the missionary position. But it is Alex's party -- -- and he is 'renting' my body for fifteen minutes. 

"Are you enjoying the fucking that I am giving you, Kitty?"

"Yes. Your cock and hands feel good on and in my body."

"I do not want to hurt you. But I really want you to feel my cock and hands."

"You are not hurting me. Please continue fucking me."

The breast fondling - squeezing and nipple pinching continues. But sometimes, his hand reaches around my waist; his fingers fondle my clitoris. It seems that his finger tips are making a series of small circles on my clit. Alex continues ramming and pounding my cunt with his large erection. My cunt probably will be somewhat sore but I am very pleased with his large manhood penetrating my moist body cavity between my legs.

Now Alex is holding the sides of my hips with his hands. It seems that I could not move if I wanted to move. But he wants me in the rear entry position. And I want him to ram and pound my cunt with his rigid rod. 

The cunt ramming and pounding continues -- even faster. Just as the buzzer rings indicating that only two minutes remain in our party, I feel Alex's cock increase slightly in size. Faster and faster -- -- he pounds the pink treasure and moist tunnel between my legs. 

"Are you getting a wonderful fucking. Kitty?"

"Yes. You really know how to fuck a woman."

Then it seems that Alex's cock explodes. Deep in my cunt, I feel his cum hitting the inside of the condom. But Alex does not move. Gradually, I feel his cock decrease in size. Then he pulls out, I turn around and look at the center of his body as he pulls the used condom off his organ.

"You like looking at my cock?"

"Yes. It is still quite large. I honestly liked the fucking that you gave me."

"You probably make that type of statement to all the men who used your cunt for their own pleasure."

"No. I only say it if it is true."

"You did not have an orgasm."

"Correct -- -- for me, fifteen minutes is not long enough. I liked the fucking, but the stimulation was simply not long enough."

"I got pleasure and sexual satisfaction. I wanted my ejaculation and I had one in your body."

I smile and say: "This is a service business -- providing sexual services to satisfy the man."

We both dress. Alex in his street clothes. I am in my brothel uniform. Alex gives me a nice tip. Then we walk hand in hand toward the lobby. Alex has other hand on my ass. In the lobby we hug, say thank you, good by, please come again. Alex leaves and I walk back to my room. I need to freshen up and change the sheet. 

With my room ready, I walk to the kitchen. And eat the meal prepared by the Shift Manager and one of the other 'girls'. Hopefully, I will be able to sexually entertain another gentlemen this evening. 

EVENING

For the next hour or so, I talk with several men at the bar and play pool with another man. I am wearing my shelf bra but he shows little interest in my flesh. But I do not obtain a party. As we play pool, another 'girl' walks toward us. She indicates that her party is over, she is ready to discuss a party with him. 

In a few minutes, I introduce myself to a man who has just entered the lobby. He says his name is Carl. 

After fifteen minutes of general conversation, Carl says: "Let's go to your room and discuss the type of party that I would like to have."

We walk down the hallway to my room. I do not say anything, but Carl does not touch my body as we walk. Other men hold my hand, some men hold my hand and my ass as we walk. 

I am leading the way -- he is following about ten feet back of me. Maybe he just likes looking at a woman's ass. I do not know. It is his party -- as long as his money is green, his debit card is good, or his credit card is approved.




A Nevada Brothel - My Initial Work Ch. 03



Once inside my bedroom, I ask: "What type of sexual pleasure would you like, Carl?"

"I would like you strip and model for me. Then rub my penis with your body. I have a special outfit that I will wear. And I want to kiss and suck your toes. Thirty minutes."

"What about intercourse?" I ask.

"No actual intercourse. But some contact with hands, feet, and mouth. And I could possibly have an ejaculation by masturbating on your body."

I have never had this type of party before. My parties have always involved sucking a man's cock and then having his cock penetrate my cunt. But this is a sexual service business. 

In a few minutes, we have negotiated a price of one hundred dollars above the house minimum. I visually check Carl's equipment and surrounding area, he is healthy. I am somewhat surprised -- but I do not say anything to Carl. He hands me the money. I leave, book the party, and return to my bedroom quickly.

I knock softly, Carl says to enter. I enter and hear soft romantic music being played -- apparently it is coming from some type of electronic device that Carl has. As I push the door closed, I look at Carl.

He is laying on the bed. His special outfit is a sheer lingerie item, pink with some black trim -- a woman's baby doll. The baby doll is cut low in the front and just covers the nipples on his chest. The bottom of the baby doll just touches his navel. 

Carl is also wearing matching pink and black trim panties -- -- crotch-less panties. His cock and balls are very visible -- and extend out from the opening in the pink material. Apparently he has been playing with himself -- his cock is somewhat erect and pointing toward the ceiling. 

Carl has thick black hair, but his face is cleanly shaven. He is also shaven elsewhere. No pubic hair is visible at the base of his shaft. I see only the skin that surrounds his shaft. No pubic hair is visible on his balls. I see only the skin that holds his sperm making equipment. 

"Do you like my pink baby doll outfit and appearance."

"Yes. It is very nice. And it fits you."

"I would like you to slowly strip -- even take off your jewelry. But leave on the red lipstick and your high heel shoes. Then walk around the room and model for me."

I stand within five feet of Carl and remove my jewelry -- watch, ring, and necklace. I sit down in a chair and take off my shoes. Then slowly I pull off one black thigh high hose, the other hose soon follows. I put my red high heel shoes with black trim back on. And stand up -- I am directly in front of Carl.

"Very nice, Kitty." 

I pull my opaque red gown with black trim up over my head and toss it onto a chair. I only have two more items of clothing to remove -- my red shelf cup bra and my red crotch-less panties.

"That is a special treat for me, Kitty. Your pussy lips are very visible. And I like your neatly trimmed pussy hair. And the red shelf bra that supports and covers only the undersides of your breasts is really a special treat for me."

"Thank you, Carl. I am glad that you are enjoying your party. Do you like looking at my mounds of female flesh and teats?"

"Yes -- you have nice teats. Please walk around the room -- twisting and bending your body as you walk."

For several minutes, I model and walk around the small bedroom. He wants a show -- I provide him with a show. A show of curves and female flesh.

Stopping with in a few feet of the bed, I ask: Would you like to finish undressing me?"

"No -- -- not really. I like to watch women remove their intimate clothing. Please take off the shelf bra and the crotch-less panties. Then walk around some more wearing only your red shoes and red lipstick."

I do as Carl requests. It is his party. I model by standing and sitting in various position -- my arms on my hips, my arms over my head, my legs crossed at my ankles and knees, and my legs spread wide. I walk around the room twisting and bending --- I face him, I show him my ass.

Frequently, my eyes look at Carl -- laying on my bed in a sheer pink and black trim baby doll outfit -- with his hair-less manhood and balls sticking out through the crotch-less panties.

As I display my female charms, I think about this party. This unique party. But for some reason I feel much more naked now wearing red shoes and red lip stick -- -- then I do when wearing absolutely nothing. Maybe it is simply because I almost always am wearing jewelry during each party. This is the first time that I have had a party and was asked to remove my jewelry. Maybe it is simply because I am displaying my body is so many different intimate ways. Maybe it is simply because I know that I will not feel Carl's cock in my cunt.

For several more minutes, I continue modeling and showing my body wearing only red high heel shoes and red lipstick.

"Thank you, Kitty. Please sit down on the chair and take off your shoes."

As I take off my shoes, Carl gets on his knees in front of the chair. Now he is holding one foot between his hands. He kisses each toe, then he sticks out his tongue and licks my toes. Finally, he sucks each toe but focuses most of his sucking on my big toe. My other foot receives similar attention.

"Very nice, Kitty. Thank you. Now I want you to massage my penis with one foot. Then use both feet."

I only smile. Carl puts some baby oil on his slightly erect cock and on my feet. I rub and move his cock in many directions using one foot. My other foot rubs his chest. I observe his cock growing larger. Then I put his cock between my two feet and massage his manhood with my feet. His cock grows even larger.

"Very pleasing, Kitty. Thank you for the foot massage."  "You are welcome."

"Please get on the floor and on you back, Kitty. I am going to masturbate on your body. Do you want to eat some cum as an evening snack?"

I only smile. His question about eating cum is not answered.

With my head on a firm pillow, I watch as Carl straddles my body. His cock glistens as light hits the baby oil that covers. Now it is my time to relax and watch Carl masturbate. I have always enjoyed watching a man vigorously rub his cock -- -- until it explodes and empties his load of cum onto my body, my breasts, or my face.

"Please cup my balls with one hand -- and gently fondle them."

I cup and fondle his balls. Carl starts masturbating slowly. Then faster. I watch his hand and fingers sliding and gliding over his organ. But the only music heard comes from Carl's small electronic device.

I continue to watch his fingers work some magic on his cock. What was once a small cock has become a large, firm, and long cock. I think that his erection would fit in my cunt but it would be a very deep penetration and a tight fit. I will never know. But it is Carl's party.

The timer starts buzzing -- our party is almost over. I watch as Carl's cock grows slightly larger. Then it explodes. I watch cum shot out of the pink tip. Some cum lands in the valley between my breasts. Some cum lands on both of my breasts. And some cum lands on my face close to my lips.

"I will give you an extra large tip if you swallow my cum."

"Thank you. But not this time. Possibly at our next party."

We both smile. We also both realize that there may never be another party involving Carl and myself.

Carl gets off my body and takes off his pink baby doll outfit. He puts on his street clothes. I clear off his cum with a damp wash cloth and put on my red opaque gown. It is late. He gives me a tip -- twenty dollars. After Carl leaves, I will freshen up and change the sheet. Then go to bed.

We walk down the hall way -- I lead the way, Carl is walking about ten feet behind me. In the lobby near the front door the spoken words are: an enjoyable party, thank you, you are welcome, and please come again.

Carl leaves. I watch him, through the window, enter his car and see the car move toward the highway. Then it disappears into the night.

I change the sheet and take a quick shower. Then put on my jewelry -- watch, ring, and necklace -- and nothing else. I cover my nude body with the sheet and several blankets. Sleep soon comes.

I wake up to the sound of a ringing bell. The digital clock shows that it is 3:15 am. Apparently a man wants a late night party.

In the hallway, leading to the lobby, I join five other 'girls'. Our Late Night Line-Up brothel uniforms are brief. 





A Nevada Brothel - My Initial Work Ch. 04



Currently, I work in one of the world's oldest profession -- -- possibly the oldest. I work as a prostitute at a legal brothel in Northern Nevada. While I am one of the oldest 'girls' at this brothel, I am also one of the newest workers to provide the sexual services desired by a man. My earlier two work periods totaled five weeks. This third work period will be approximately three weeks when I leave tomorrow. 

Many of my parties have been 15 or 30 minutes in length -- quick in, quick ejaculation, and quick out -- as a male rod rubs the inside of my female cylinder. But some of my parties have been one hour and even longer. While the men typically have been sexually satisfied during their parties, I have seldom been completely aroused. Frequently, my body is being used only for the man's pleasure. But the brothel business is a service business -- -- a 'girl' providing service for a man's equipment.

But the money at the brothel is much better then my salary as a clerk at a big box discount store in Texas. During these eight weeks, I have had approximately two to four parties per day. My cunt has been extensively used.

Most of the men have only one party with me, but several men have had two or more parties. In My Diary I have a brief record of the parties, but after a while the men's faces and what they said fade. 

But I remember the sexual penetrations longer -- especially the cocks that pleased me -- -- and a few cock that were too large for my female cylinder. I also remember some of the unique and unusual parties.

However, I have had more parties with a special gentlemen -- Garrett plans to be at the brothel tomorrow for another party. Earlier during this work period, he had his fifth party with me. Tomorrow will be his sixth party. He is becoming a nice friend -- even a special friend; and he really knows how to pleasure me with his manhood. What type of future will we have? Separate? Together? As the saying goes: "Only time will tell."

Afternoon -- Last Full Day

I just completed my lunch about 1:15 pm. Tomorrow afternoon, I will be leaving the brothel for a vacation. My recent three weeks working at the brothel have been very successful financially -- I will not need to return to the big box discount store and work as a store clerk. I will be able to have an actual vacation and relax at my apartment in Texas.

For many minutes, I think about my life -- -- my life in two completely different worlds. In Texas, I have worked at a big box store and live in a small apartment. I have some relatives who live in other states. In Texas, I have some distant friends but only three close girl friends who know that I work at a ranch Nevada. But they have never asked me about any specifics of my ranch work. 

My best friend, Marsha, from high school has worked at this brothel. But she goes by the name of Brenda, when working. We were both at this brothel recently -- but not this time. But we keep in contact using emails -- and sometimes cards and letters are exchanged.

For many months since my divorce, I was not involved with any man. But, just before coming to Nevada this time, I had a casual date with a man -- restaurant meal and a movie. Back in my apartment, we had some dessert and watched television. Through the fabric of my clothing, he cupped and gently squeezed a breast. And we kissed. Years ago, when I was a teen age girl, we called it petting. Actually, it was very light petting. He left about midnight and said to let him know when I would be back home.

He actually wanted more -- a lot more. He wanted penetration -- but I was not willing, on the first date, to take his cock inside me to pay for a meal and a movie. Not when I knew that other men would soon be paying big dollars, at the brothel, so they could rent my body and enjoy my special female flesh.

I also think about my life and work at the brothel. Wearing revealing clothing, stripping for a man, and being very intimate for the sexual pleasure of a man -- -- a complete stranger. But the money paid for my sexual services is excellent. Most of my parties have been 15 or 30 minutes, but some have been longer. I have had different condom covered cocks in my mouth and/or cunt -- usually two to four per day. It does not matter to me the color of a man's cock; as long as his money is green, or his debit card is adequate, or his credit card is approved. But size does matter -- a few times a large sized erect cock has hurt my cunt.



The bell rings -- my thoughts about my life in Texas and in Nevada are over. A man wants a line up of available 'girls'. Hopefully, he will select me.

In the hallway, leading to the lobby, I join four other 'girls' who are available. Boobs, genitals, and legs are covered with a variety of clothing: opaque gowns, leather dresses, thigh high hose, and shoes with heels.

I am wearing my day time brothel uniform: an opaque reddish - orange gown with matching thong panties, and medium high heel shoes. Black thigh high hose and some jewelry completes my outfit. My lipstick is a reddish - orange color. The gown has a plunging neck line -- my boobs are partially covered. Only their shape is evident, but not the details. The valley between my breasts is visible along with some rounded female flesh. The gown's plunge ends a few inches above my navel. The bottom of the gown ends about four inches above my knees, a side slit extends upward and almost reaches my rounded bottom. This gown can be quickly removed.

The Shift Manager asks us to enter. She says: "This gentlemen is Brian. He would like to have a short party. Please introduce yourself." 

When it is my turn, I take one step forward and say: "Kitty." Then step back into the line.

For several minutes, the man looks at each of us. He appears to be looking primarily at the first 'girl' in the line. Then he quickly passes over me, and appears to be focusing his attention on the 'girl' at the other end of the line. Then he looks at me, and smiles. Our eyes meet. 

"I would like to discuss a party with the 'girl' wearing the reddish - orange gown. I believe she said her name is Kitty." Brian says.

I smile and walk toward him, as he stands. Hand in hand, I lead him down the hallway to my room. And close the door. 

He looks around the room. Then says: "It is a nice room. And adequate for a fifteen minute party -- brief hand job, blow job, and cow girl intercourse. What is the price?"

I quote a price thirty dollars above the house minimum. But we negotiate for a minute or so, and settle for the house minimum. Brian turns toward the table lamp -- and drops his pants and shorts. I get on my knees and closely examine his flaccid penis, balls, and surrounding area. I am satisfied that he is free of any disease.

He gives me the money. I leave and book the party with the Shift Manager, then return to my room. Brian is already completely naked and is standing in the adjoining bathroom. He has taken a quick shower and is drying his body.

He looks at me and says: "Strip, Kitty."

He walks into my bedroom / work room and sits down on a towel that is covering the chair and looks at me. I face him and strip, completely. 

"You have nice boobs. And I like your neatly trimmed pussy hair. A nice package of female flesh -- -- -- I believe that I will enjoy your naked body. Please turn around, slowly."

As I turn, he says: "I like your S shape figure. Nice boobs. Nice ass." 

As he looks at my back, Brian says: "You have an especially nice ass."

Now facing him, I say: "Thank you for those pleasing words. I am glad that you like what you see."

Brian looks at me and says: "Soon, I expect to very much like what I am feeling."

Brian looks at my boobs and neatly trimmed pussy hair as he spreads his legs. His flaccid penis and hair covered balls are completely exposed.

"On your knees -- put some lub on my penis and give me a brief hand job. Then dress my erection in a condom and suck my cock for about five minutes."

In less then a minute, his once flaccid penis has become a cock. A large, long, hard, and rigid cock.

"Suck it, Baby. Suck it. Get me harder. I want you to really feel my cock when we are fucking."

"I am certain that you will like our party, Brian." I say, as I open the condom package and roll it down his organ with my fingers.

I open my mouth -- and start moving in toward the base of his shaft. Then partway out. 

"Take all of my cock that you can, Baby. I want to feel you sucking me."

Again, and again -- I move in toward the base of his shaft. Then partway out. As I suck his organ and stroke his balls, I can feel his cock becoming larger in my mouth. Several inches of Brian's cock is always in my mouth but his cock is now simply too long. I focus my sucking action on his cock head, cock rim, and some of his shaft. My fingers continue stroking his hair covered balls.

As I suck his cock, Brian moves forward. He fondles a breast. Then he pulls and pinches its nipple.

I wonder about the penetration of his cock into my cunt. His flaccid penis was a pleasing size -- but now his erection is large, long, hard, and rigid. I see Brian glance at his watch and at the timer on the table by the bed.

"I love the cock sucking, Baby. But it is time to fuck. Cow girl style." 

Brian is on his back on the bed. His cock is pointing upward toward the ceiling. I straddle his body, the juncture of my legs only inches above his manhood. I grasp his condom covered cock and guide it past my pussy lips and into my cunt -- -- as I lower my body. Slowly, I continue to lower my body -- slowly his large cock penetrates me completely. It seems that my cunt is completely filled. Even over filled.

But finally my trimmed pussy hair mashes his pubic hair. I can feel my pussy lips touching the hair and male flesh by the base of his shaft.

"Ride me, Cow girl. Ride my horn hard and fast. I want to watch you boobs swing and sway."

"You like to watch bouncing boobs?"

"Yes -- -- moving or stationary, I enjoy looking at a woman's breasts. Am I really love fondling and sucking them."

Quickly, I lift my body upward with my legs. Then lower myself again. Up and down -- again and again.

"Wonderful, Baby. Ride me harder. I love watching your boobs bounce. I love watching my cock appear -- -- -- and then disappear into the depths of you cunt."

"I am pleased, Brian, that you are enjoying our party."

Again and again -- I move up and slide down on his erection. 

"Faster, Baby. Faster."

My legs are starting to hurt from the effort of lifting and lowering my upper body. But some how, I manage to ride Brian's large cock even faster.

"Lean forward, Baby. I want to play with your pretty boobs and teats."

I continued riding Brian's hard horn as I lean forward. Soon one breast and its nipple is wet from his licking and sucking. My other breast is being fondled and squeezed with his large and strong fingers. Its nipple is frequently pinched and pulled. My nipples enlarge.

"Oh, Baby. Your body is very pleasing. I love watching you ride my hard horn."

"Thank you, Brian. I am glad that you are being satisfied."

"I am, Baby. I am."

His dressed cock continues to slide deep into my moist cunt and then come partway out, as I move. But his cock head, rim, and some of his shaft is always inside my body.

Brian wraps his arms around my upper body -- and pulls me on to his body. Together, we roll. Now I am on the bottom, he is between my legs. His cock deep inside my body. My legs are spread as far apart as possible. For only a minute or so, he fucks me in the missionary position. 

The timer starts buzzing, indicating that only two minutes remain in our fifteen minute party. 

My fucking continues -- hard and quick thrusts as his organ penetrates me. Frequently! His large and long manhood is ramming and pounding deep in my cunt. He bends over my body -- again, a breast and its nipple are licked and sucked. I feel his large erection become even larger. It seems that my cunt is being stretch far beyond what other cocks do to my cunt.

At last, his body jerks several times. Deep inside my cunt, I feel his cock shot out a load of male cream into the condom. Brian seems exhausted, he collapses, most of his weight pushes onto my body. 

He glances at the timer. And says: "I enjoyed fucking you, Baby. You have a nice pair of boobs and a nice ass. And I really enjoyed getting inside your cunt."

"Thank you, Brian. I am pleased that you enjoyed our party."

"You did a very good job of riding my cock, Kitty. The last time I was at this brothel, I had a party with Brenda. That woman does an excellent job of cock riding. Do you know Brenda?"

"I am not sure. Please describe her."

In a minute or so, Brian tells me Brenda's physical appearance: boob size, hair color, approximate height and weight. He even mentions that Brenda has a mole on her ass and a small heart shaped tattoo on her left breast just above the nipple. He even describes the type of gown, bra, thong panties, and shoes that she was wearing for their party.

As he talks, Brian puts on his street clothes. I put on my brothel uniform. He has received the sexual services that he wanted. He has rented my body for fifteen minutes -- and he REALLY USED my body for fifteen minutes. My cunt is somewhat sore from the pounding his cock gave me, but I know that I will recover. After he leaves, I will take an aspirin. Possibly two aspirins.

I smile and say: "Yes. I believe that I know her. But she is not at the brothel -- -- now."

Long ago, I learned that sometimes it is best not to tell someone everything you know. Brenda, her brothel name, is one of my best friends -- -- we went to the same high school years ago. Her actual name is Marsha.

As we start walking toward the lobby, Brian has his arm around my waist. But soon his fingers are pinching my ass -- -- through the fabric of my gown.

We hug and say good by. Brian walks to the bar and orders a beer. I walk back to my bedroom. The room needs to be straighten up and the bed sheet and towel changed. I want to be ready for my next party.

For an hour or so, I socialize with some men in the bar. The beverages being consumed are beer, liquor, coffee, tea or a soft drink. I usually drink tea or water. Peanuts, dressed in their shells, are available for free. 

I have noticed, in the past, that men remove the shells in different ways -- some slow and careful, some fast, and some rough. One man even put the unshelled peanut in his mouth and cracked the shell with his teeth -- then he spit out the bits of shell into his hand before he discarded the shell. Sometimes, I wonder if a man would undress a woman in the same manner that he undresses a shelled peanut. Slow and careful undressing. Fast undressing. Rough undressing. But I know that sooner or later, most men want the woman to be completely naked or at least have her boobs and sex exposed -- -- for his eyes and touch. And for his hard cock.

In different subtle ways, I try to get several men at the bar interested in discussing a party. We can discuss possible fun but money can only be mentioned in our bedrooms. But no one is interested. Then the bell rings, a gentlemen wants a line-up of available 'girls'.

I join five other 'girls' in the hallway. The other 'girls' are dressed in a variety of lingerie -- opaque and semi-sheer fabric and leather. Breasts and genitals are covered -- the Brothel Madam believes that a little mystery about a woman's body is appealing and creates an interest in men. That is true during the day. 

But after midnight, for Late Night Line Ups (L N L U), most anything is approved and can be worn -- cotton night gowns, baby dolls, semi-sheer and sheer gowns. Even being totally naked is satisfactory for a Late Night Line Up. A few of the 'girls' have been stark naked for L N L U, but I have always had my genitals covered and my breasts partially covered -- but that may change.

I am wearing one of my other day time brothel uniforms: A semi-sheer black gown trimmed in bright red, black panties, black thigh hose, and red medium heel shoes. The shape of my breasts is very evident, but not the details. The gown plunges slightly -- the valley between my breasts and part of my female mounds of flesh is exposed. The gown stops several inches above my knees, a slit extends from the bottom of the gown on my left side and reaches toward my rounded ass. 

The Shift Manager asks us to enter the brothel lobby. She says: "Ladies, this gentlemen is Dave. He said that he would like a thirty minute party, but possibly a one hour party. Please introduce yourself."

When it is my turn, I take one step forward and say: "Kitty." Then I step back into the line.

Dave looks at us for several minutes. Then he says: "I would like to discuss a party with the woman who is wearing the leather outfit. I believe she said her name is Valerie." 

Soon, the man is following Valerie down the hall way to her room.

Again, I socialize with some men at the bar. Then I see a man at the pool table, he has just started to play -- -- and there are no other 'girls' in the area. 

I walk over to the pool table and ask: "Would you like me to join you in a game of pool?"

"Yes. My name is Martin. And your name?"

"Kitty." 

We play pool and make small conversation for almost thirty minutes.

Then, Martin says: "Possibly we should have kept score. We had some good games."

I smile and softly say: "I believe you could score with me. Would you like to discuss a party?"

"Yes. What would it cost me?"

Let's go to my room and discuss a party. Money can only be discussed in the 'girl's' room."

Hand in hand, I take Martin to my room. My bedroom. My work room.

After I close the door, I ask: "What type of party would you like, Martin?"

"Probably the standard -- thirty minutes. It has been several years since I was in a Nevada brothel."

"I would suggest a hand job, a blow job, and then intercourse in the missionary position."

I mention a price of fifty dollars over the house minimum but we negotiate a price of twenty dollars above the house minimum. 

"I need to check out your manhood, Martin."

He drops his pants and underpants. I closely examine his penis, balls, and surrounding area. I am satisfied that he is disease free. He gives me the money. I leave and book the party with the Shift Manager, then return to my room.

Martin is sitting on a towel that he placed on a chair. He is completely naked.

"Strip completely. Kitty. While playing pool with you, I enjoyed watching your breasts hang down as you bent over to take shots. But now, I want to see you stark naked."

I set the timer for thirty minutes. In less then a minute, I am stark naked. I stand and face him. Martin looks at my female mounds of flesh and sex.

"With your hands behind your back, bend over. I want to see your boobs and teats hanging down. Shake them, Baby."

I shake my upper body -- and feel my boobs bouncing around. 

"Very nice, Kitty. Very nice and ample -- -- almost like a matched pair of book ends. Please get on your knees and fondle my penis. Also, I would like you to stroke my balls with your fingers."

As I fondle his manhood and stroke his balls, his flaccid penis quickly starts to grow. And it continues to grow.

"Get my cock dressed, Kitty. Use the large size condom. I am going to enjoy this blow job -- but I will enjoy even more having you in the missionary position. Your cunt is going to be pounded with my large cock."

I open a package containing a large condom and place it on the tip of his erection. Using my mouth, I unroll the condom over his cock head and partway down his shaft. My fingers complete the unrolling. Martin's cock is dressed and ready for pleasuring. Sucking pleasure.

I look up and smile: "You will enjoy your party, Martin. You will score with your cock in my mouth and then in my cunt."




A Nevada Brothel - My Initial Work Ch. 04



"I am certain that I will appreciate being in your cunt for a long time. I took a Viagra pill before I got to the brothel. It will keep me hard and erect for a long time."

But I start wondering about the size of Martin's cock. His flaccid penis was average in size. My cunt will probably be completely filled with his manhood. His pounding will probably make my cunt sore. Especially now that he has told me that he took an erectile dysfunctional pill. I expect that his erection will last a long time. 

"I like that comment about scoring, Kitty. Suck me, Baby. Suck my cock." 

I open my mouth -- even now, I can only take part of his shaft into my mouth. Head bobbing starts -- my lips travel down his condom covered shaft, then I pull partway out. Again and again -- down the shaft, then partway out. I can feel his manhood growing larger in my mouth. My sucking activity is focused on his cock head, cock rim, and several inches of his shaft. 

"That feel wonderful, Baby. You are real good at sucking."

"Thank you, Martin." I mumbled, over his cock.

"Continue sucking my cock. But soon you will feel me exploring another area of your body."

"Yes. I want to feel you in my cunt." I mumble, over his erection.

The blow job continues for another minute or so. His cock continues to grow.

"OK, Baby. It is time to fuck. You will soon feel what it is like to be fucked by a very large cock."

I stand up and get onto the bed. My ass is elevated with a firm pillow, my legs are spread. I look at the large cock that will soon penetrate me. Martin gets between my legs, his cock within inches of my pussy lips.

"Are you ready to get an excellent fucking, Baby?"

"Yes. I want you to be pleased with your party."

"I expect to penetrate you cunt deeper then most other men have penetrated you.

"Give me all that you have, Martin. Show me what you can do with a hard cock in my moist cunt."

Martin looks at the timer. And says: "You are going to have your cunt pounded for about twenty minutes."

"You can always extend your party, Martin. Possibly another thirty minutes -- -- if you want more activities."

"That would be nice -- -- but money is tight, now."

Quickly, Martin moves forward. Quickly, his condom covered cock head pushes my pussy lips apart and starts penetrating my cunt. His shaft follows, quickly.

Some men penetrate slow, then speed up -- especially as they get closer to an ejaculation. Some men seem to have only one speed -- slow and deliberate. But Martin also has one speed: Fast and Hard. I feel his enormous erection fill my cunt -- -- completely. He seems to be stretching my cunt beyond its limits. I know that my cunt will be sore from twenty minutes of Martin's sexual activity.

From his comments and the size of his erection, I know that I am in for many minutes of sexual activity: Cunt Pounding! Cock Thrusting! Cock Penetration and Exploration! And then a sore cunt!

For about five minutes, I feel Martin's cock pound and thrust deep inside my moist cunt. Frequently, I feel his balls hitting my ass.

I wonder what I can do to slow down the pounding and thrusting. I suggest: "I love having a man lick and suck my boobs and teats -- -- especially when his cock is inside me."

Martin smiles -- but he continues to pound and thrust his enormous manhood deep into my cunt.

Then he pushes his arms under my legs. The inside of his elbows lock with the inside on my knees. He moves forward slightly -- -- and pushes against my legs. I am essentially doubled over, my legs touching my breasts. Martin continues pounding and thrusting his enormous manhood deep into my cunt. His balls continue to hit my ass. My cunt continues to be stretched beyond its limits.

"Are you getting a good fucking, Kitty?"

"Yes. But I would still like my breasts and teats to be licked and sucked."

"Later, Baby. I am getting a lot of pleasure from ramming your cunt with my cock. That is why I came to a brothel -- -- to pound my cock inside some prostitute's cunt."

For many more minutes, I am practically doubled over -- my legs touching my breasts. Cunt penetration continues. Cunt pounding continues. Cunt thrusting and ramming continues. 

Finally, the timer buzzes indicating that about two minutes remain in our party. Martin pulls his enormous cock completely out of my body. He moves and straddles my lower stomach. He pulls off the condom and puts some lubrication on his manhood. 

"Watch me masturbate, Baby."

I watch him vigorously rub his cock for a minute or so. It grows slightly larger. His male cream shots out from the tip of his cock. Some lands on my breasts. Some cream lands on the valley between my breasts, And some cream lands on my face.

"Did you like watching me masturbate, Kitty?"

"Yes. I am glad that you enjoyed our party."

"I enjoyed fucking you and then exposing my cock as I masturbated. Did you like me fucking you? Did you like looking at my cock?"

"Yes. You really used my cunt. It is a little sore now. But a pain pill will help me feel better." 

Martin gets off my lower stomach and bends over me. As our party ends, he licks and sucks my breasts and nipples for about a minute.

Little is said, as Martin puts on his street clothes and I put on my brothel uniform. He gives me a tip. In the brothel lobby, we say good by and come again. Then he quickly leaves.

Our paths have come together for about thirty minutes, but probably will never come together again. I go back to my room and take several pain pills -- -- my cunt is sore from the pounding and thrusting that it received from Martin's enormous cock. Then I straighten up the room and change the bed sheet. 

After eating my evening meal, I socialize and talk with some men in the bar. I am in the brothel line ups at different times, but am not selected. We even had one line up for two friends that came in together. Both men looked, said they were not interested, and left. One mentioned that they would stop at a brothel in the next town.

It has been a long and somewhat tiring day with many line ups. But I had two parties -- fifteen minutes and thirty minutes. And the money I received is much better then the money I would be paid for working eight hours at the big box discount store. 

It is past 11:30 pm. I strip off my brothel uniform and take a quick shower. My cunt is still sore from the pounding and ramming it was given earlier. I take several over-the-counter pain pills. Stark naked, I crawl into my bed -- -- and cover myself with several blankets. Sleep soon comes.



The ringing of the brothel bell wakes me up. Apparently some man wants a Late Night Line Up (L N L U) I glance at the clock. It is 2:30 am. Quickly, I wash my face and put on some lipstick and my L N L U uniform.

In the hallway, I join four other 'girls'. What we are selling will be very evident to the man -- -- actually renting for a specific period of time. Only one set of breasts are completely covered, four sets are partially covered or bare. One 'girl' is wearing only shoes -- those body parts that make her a female are completely visible. The other three 'girls' are wearing shoes and panties -- sheer, opaque, and thong.

I am wearing a pair of red medium high heel shoes, black thigh high hose, red thong panties, a wide red belt around my waist, and a red scarf around my neck. My breasts are completely exposed. My ass cheeks are exposed.

The Shift Manager asks us to enter the lobby and introduce ourselves to Hank.

When it is my turn, I take one step forward and say: "Kitty." Then I step back into the line.

Hank looks at the available female flesh for a few minutes. Then he says to the Shift Manager: "It is hard to pick. I would really like to sit here a long time and look these naked women. But I am going to select the woman who is wearing only shoes. I forgot her name."

Hank stands up -- it seems that I can already see a bulge growing below his belt buckle. The shoe covered 'girl' smiles and walks toward Hank. Hand in hand, they walk toward her room.

I go back to my room, remove my clothing, and take another over-the-counter pain pill. Soon I am under the bed covers. Sleep comes, quickly.



Again, the ringing of the brothel bell wakes me up. I glance at the clock -- it is 4:30 am. I wash my face and put on some lipstick and my L N L U uniform.

Soon, I am joining three other 'girls' in the hallway. What we are selling will be very evident to this man. Actually renting! All the 'girls', including myself, are completely or partially displaying our boobs and genitals. One 'girl' is stark naked, except for the sandals that she is wearing. One is wearing a pair of long black gloves and black crotch-less panties. Another is wearing thigh high hose with a garter belt.

I am wearing red medium high heel shoes, black thigh high hose, and a red scarf around my neck. Both boobs are completely exposed. My sex and neatly trimmed pussy lips are completely exposed. 

The Shift Manager asks us to enter, says the man's name is Ronald, and asks us to introduce ourselves.

When it is my turn, I step forward and say: "Kitty." Then I step back into the line.

For many minutes, as we stand without saying a word, the man looks at the assortment of available female flesh. We are all standing with our legs slightly spread -- our slits are visible. I can easily see a bulge growing and pushing on the fabric of his pants -- -- -- below his belt.

Finally, Ronald says: "Earlier, I talked with another man at a restaurant and he told me about the Late Night Line Up at this brothel. And the little bit of clothing that the 'girls' wore. Looks like he was telling the truth."

The Shift Manager asks: "Have you decided what 'girl' you would like to discuss a party with?

"Yes. I would like to discuss a party with Kitty. The 'girl' who is wearing the red scarf."

As the man stands up, I smile and walk toward him. Hand in hand, we walk together toward my room. Initially, his other hand is on my waist. But then his hand slowly moves lower and comes to rest on my bare ass -- just as we walk into my bedroom.

I close the door, and ask: What type of party would you like, Ronald?"

"Please just call me Ron. I want to play and fondle your breasts and body. Then a blow job. Intercourse in the cow girl position and probably missionary. Forty five minutes."

I suggest a price one hundred dollars above the house minimum. But Ron indicates that he will have a party with another 'girl'. We settle on fifty dollars over the house minimum.

"I need to check your manhood. Please drop your pants and underwear."

I am satisfied with my inspection of Ron's penis, balls, and surrounding area. He is free of any disease. I am also pleased that his penis is average size. Hopefully it will not become enormous when erect. My cunt is still some what sore from the earlier pounding that it was given.

Ron gives me the money. I leave my bedroom and book the party with the Shift Manager, then quickly return. Ron has apparently taken a quick shower, he is standing in the bathroom and drying his body with a fluffy white towel.

He sits down on a towel that he had placed on a chair. "Please walk around the room, Kitty. Model and display your body."

My boobs and sex are already completely exposed, but it is Ron's party. I move around the room for several minutes as I fondle my breasts and spread my legs. I stop close to Ron -- with my legs spread. I reach down and spread my pussy lips with my fingers. 

"A very nice pink treasure, Kitty. I will enjoy being inside your body, Kitty. --- --- --- --- --- --- Or -- -- -- -- -- -- should I say, Betty." 

I am both surprised and shocked to hear him use my actual name of Betty. Only the Brothel Madam knows my actual name. I look closely at his face -- -- but I do not know him.

"I was looking on the brothel web site and decided that I wanted a party with you. I wanted to get my cock inside your body."

"You look somewhat familiar --- --- but still I am not sure."

"We dated several times in high school -- -- and had some light petting, years ago. At the community college, we dated and went to several dances. But you still would not be intimate with me, then we separated."

"I recall several men that I dated at the community college."

"About eight years ago, we meet again at the high school class reunion. I believe your husband's name is Roger. He even let me dance with you."

"Yes, his name is Roger -- -- but we are now divorced. I danced with Roger and also with several other men at the reunion: Alex, Chuck, Mike, and Ron."

"Correct. I am Ron. I remembered Roger's name as both of our names begin with the letter R."

I am stark naked. I start to blush. Instinctively, one arm and hand covers my boobs, my other hand covers my sex. I stand still -- -- -- as I continue to cover my female flesh.

"Uncover yourself, Kitty or Betty. You are a 'girl' working in the sexual service business at a Nevada brothel. You are a prostitute and I paid for your sexual services. I paid to see you naked. I paid so I can fondle your body and then fuck you."

"Yes. I am sorry. I was surprised to hear my actual name. Please only use Kitty." I say, as my hands drop to my side. My boobs and sex totally exposed, again.

I relax and face Ron. My legs are spread. I am wearing a red scarf, thigh high black hose, and shoes. My boobs and sex are completely exposed. 

"I like looking at your boobs. You have a very nice pair. And I very much like looking at you slit and neatly trimmed pussy hair. I will really enjoy fucking you, Kitty."

Our eyes meet. We both smile. Ron's cock is already starting to get large and hard. 

He paid for sexual services -- he will get a show -- and then more later. For a minute or so, I display my body for Ron's pleasure. My hands lightly touch my hips, my breasts, my genitals. Finally, I clasp my hands together on the back of my neck -- -- and shake my upper body so my breasts bounce around. 

For several more minutes, I proudly display and model my body for his pleasure as I move into different erotic positions. I play with my breasts and teats -- -- and walk toward Ron. Then stand close to him with my legs spread wide. Using my fingers, I spread my pussy lips as far as possible.

"Do you enjoy looking at a woman's pink treasure?"

"Yes. Very nice, Kitty. I have wanted to see your nude body for a long time. Please strip completely."

As I start stripping, I say: "This is your time now, Ron. It is your party and your time to have me. And to enter my body with your manhood."

My shoes, hose and red scarf are quickly removed.

"OK. Kitty. Bend over so I can fondle your breasts."

For several minutes, Ron plays with my boobs. He licks and sucks one boob and its nipple, while his fingers fondle my other boob. Both boobs receive similar attention from his fingers and mouth. I can see that his once flaccid penis is becoming a large firm cock.

Ron continues sitting on the chair. And says: "On you knees, Kitty. I want a nice blow job. Suck my cock. I have been waiting a long time to have my cock in your body."

Our eyes meet. I smile. "You can have me, Ron. It is your party."

I get on my knees and briefly fondle his growing cock and hair covered balls with my finger tips.

"Please lick and suck my bare cock, Kitty. That would be very enjoyable for me."

"I am sorry, Ron. State laws require a condom to be used before any intimate and personal touching."

"Yes. I know. But I was hoping that you would give me that pleasure." 

I open a condom package and place the lubricated condom on the tip of his now large cock and unroll it over his cock head and partway down the shaft with my lips. My fingers complete the unrolling.

"Very nice, Kitty. Very nice. I liked the way you dressed my cock with a condom. Suck me, Baby. Suck me."

I open my mouth and begin head bobbing. Down the length of his shaft, then partway out. Down, then partway out. But his cock head is always in my mouth. My lips apply pressure as I slide up and down the length of his shaft. Again and again -- -- I take Ron's organ deep into my mouth. 

I can feel his manhood growing inside my mouth. Now my lips can not reach the base of his shaft. I focus my sucking action on his cock head, cock rim, and several inches of his shaft.

"Very nice, Kitty. I wanted to get my cock in your body in the past. Now I can."

"Yes. Now you can." I mumble my reply over the large cock in my mouth.

"Please continue, Kitty. Suck my cock. Get me large and hard. Then I will fuck you -- -- Cow girl position.

The blow job continues. Ron's cock continues to grow as a suck his manhood. It feels a little strange sucking the cock of someone that went to high school with me. And I even dated him in school. But this is now -- school was many years ago. Working in a legal brothel is my business. It is Ron's party, he paid me for sexual services. I want to provide him with sexual services that will be very pleasing for him. Possibly we can have another brothel party sometime in the future.

"Ok, Baby. Let's fuck -- -- Cow girl position."

Soon Ron is on his back on the bed. His condom covered cock pointing toward the ceiling. I straddle his body -- -- my moist cunt directly over the juncture of his legs and only a few inches above his erection.

I hold his manhood and guide it past my pussy lips and into my cunt, as I lower my body. My neatly trimmed pussy hair touches Ron's pubic hair. His cock is completely inside my cunt. My cunt is filled.

Using my legs, I raise my body up several inches. Then lower my body -- female and male pubic hair touch. Up several inches, again down. Often!

"Very nice, Kitty. Very pleasing. I have wanted to be inside your body for a long time."

"Now you are, Ron. Now you are. I am very willing to provide you with the sexual services that you desire -- -- at a brothel. This is my business."

"What about sexual services outside of a brothel, Kitty? --- --- --- --- --- Now that you are divorced, possibly we could start dating."

"Let's enjoy these minutes we have now. And not think about something in the future."

"OK. Ride me Cow girl. Ride me fast and hard. Get those boobs swinging and swaying."

Now, I am moving up and down on Ron's erection even faster. My boobs are bouncing around. I could see Ron's eyes making the round trip from my bouncing breasts to the juncture of our legs -- -- -- many times.

"Oh, Baby. Yes. Yes. Love watching your boobs bounce around. And I love having my cock in your cunt."

"Are you enjoying our party, Ron?"

"Yes. But please continue riding my cock. --- --- --- And lower your body. I want to play with your boobs. And your teats."

I continued to ride Ron's manhood. But now he is also licking and sucking one of my breasts and its teat. His fingers are fondling my other breast and pinching and pulling its teat. He wants sexual services -- -- I am providing the services that he wants.

Then Ron, wraps his arms around my chest and pulls me close to his body. Together, we roll. Now I am on my back -- in the missionary position. Ron is quickly sliding his erection deep into my cunt. Then pulling part way out. Only to penetrate me again. My fucking continues. Deep penetration. Ron thrusts his cock into me -- -- every penetration is deep. Very deep. His balls hit my ass often. My cunt is pounded. My cunt is rammed. 

My casual friend of years ago, from high school and community college, is exploring my naked body completely. He really did not receive very much years ago -- -- only some light petting. But now he paid some big dollars for the use of my body. I feel a little strange to having a casual friend of years ago becoming intimately acquainted with my body -- -- but it is his party. I am a professional -- -- in one of the world's oldest professions. I am providing the services that Ron wants.




A Nevada Brothel - My Initial Work Ch. 04



The timer starts buzzing -- our party is almost over. I feel Ron's cock grow slightly -- -- and then his male cream shots into the end of the condom. He lays down on my body -- Ron seems to be exhausted. As our party ends, he rolls off my body.

Ron washes his flaccid penis; then dresses. I put on my Late Night Line Up brothel uniform: black thigh high hose and a red scarf. I slip on sandals. My boobs and sex are completely exposed.

As we walk, hand in hand, toward the brothel lobby, we talk briefly about school days -- -- now long gone. He indicates that he would like another party with me -- and I suggest that he check the brothel web site or telephone to find out when I am at the brothel. 

No one is in the lobby. We hug and say good by -- Ron presses his shirt covered chest against my bare breasts. I feel a slight bulge pushing against my trimmed pussy hair. I reach down and briefly rub his manhood through the fabric of his pants. 

Our paths have again touched for about forty-five minutes. Ron has been in my body -- his wish has been filled. I smile and softly laugh out loud -- -- my mouth and my cunt have been filled. Neither of us knows what the future will bring. Will our paths come together -- briefly or for a long time? Or will we never see each other?

He leaves. Through the brothel window, I watch and listen. An engine starts in a vehicle, its head lights come on. Soon I see the red tail lights as the vehicle leaves the brothel parking lot and moves toward the highway.

It is still dark. I return to my bedroom and remove my thigh high hose, red scarf, and sandals. My cunt is hurting, slightly; I take another pain pill. Then crawl back into the bed. I breathe deeply and smell -- -- the odor of male and female sweat and the aroma from our mixed sexual activities. 

I think about our just completed party. I think about our distant past. Finally, sleep comes.



Morning -- My Last Brothel Work Day 

I wake up late, put on a bathrobe, and have breakfast. Back in my room, I pack clothing and personal items. In the afternoon, I will be taken to the bus stop and start the trip back home to Texas. My special friend, Garrett indicated that he would come to the brothel for a morning party and then take me home. Together, we would visit and see some National Parks during the day. At night and in the early morning, we would provide pleasure for each other.

I check the computer in the 'girl's' lounge. Garrett has sent me a brief and important email.

HI Kitty,

Just a quick note to let you know that I could be a little late in arriving at the brothel. Expect to arrive between 11:00 to 11:15 am, today. 

As discussed, I will ask for you. But if you are having another party, I will wait until you are available.

Take Care,

Garrett

As I finish reading Garrett's email, the bell rings -- a man wants a line up. I quickly adjust my make-up and join four other 'girls' in the hallway.

I am wearing my day time brothel uniform: a yellow opaque gown with black trim, black medium height heel shoes, black thigh high hose, and yellow thong panties. The gown has a plunging neck line that allows the valley between my breasts and some curves to be visible. The shape of my breasts is evident through the fabric -- but not the details. The gown ends several inches above my knees. A slit on the right side travels upward and almost reaches the bottom of my rounded ass.

The Brothel Madam asks us to enter the lobby and introduce ourselves. She says that Vernon would like a one hour party.

When it is my turn, I take one step forward and say: "Kitty." I look directly at Vernon and smile. Our eyes meet. Then I step back into the line.

For a few minutes, Vernon looks at the 'girls' and the variety of lingerie clothing that is being worn. Then he says: "I would like to discuss a party with Kitty."

As Vernon stands, I walk forward and greet him. Hand in hand, we walk down the hallway to my room. I close the door. Vernon touches my sex through the fabric of the gown. Then he lifts up my yellow gown and gently touches my trimmed pussy hair and pussy lips.

"Since our last party, I have often thought about having you again. I am pleased that you were available, Kitty."

"Thank you for selecting me, again. What would you like to do, Vernon?"

"A one hour party -- -- strip quickly, a blow job, rear entry, and missionary. And I have an adult toy that I would like to use in your body."

"What type of adult toy."

"A dildo. After we use it, I will leave it with you as a gift.

I suggest a price one hundred dollars above the house minimum. But we negotiate a price of fifty dollars over the house minimum.

I check Vernon's penis, balls, and surrounding area -- -- he is free of any disease. He hands me the money, I book the party with the Madam, and return to my bedroom.

Vernon is sitting on a towel that he had placed on a chair. He looks up at me, smiles, and says: "Please strip quickly, Kitty. Then give me a nice long blow job -- stroke my balls and play with my ass. I have heard it called a Triple Play."

In less then a minute, I am stark naked -- and standing directly in front of Vernon. 

I look down at the juncture of his legs , and say: "It looks like your manhood is already getting excited."

"It was getting excited during the line up. And even before, when driving, as I thought about you."

"And how is the trucking business?" 

"We are busy." Vernon says. He is one of the owners of a trucking company.

Vernon stands -- two nude bodies touch and tightly hug. Then we separate, Vernon gets on the bed. His ass is elevated with a firm pillow, his legs are spread. I kneel by his side -- fingers of one hand are stroking his hair covered balls. My other fingers are massaging his erect penis. His penis soon becomes a large and firm cock. 

I open a condom pack. Then place the lubricated condom on the tip of his organ. Using my lips, I roll the condom partway down his shaft. My fingers complete the unrolling.

"I would like to have a Triple Play, Kitty. Please put on this latex glove and some lubrication. I want you to put a finger in my ass."

I do as Vernon requests. Slowly, I push my middle finger of my left hand past the opening and into his ass. I am up to my first knuckle. I push gently, now my latex covered middle finger is in Vernon's ass up to my second knuckle.

"Do you want my finger in all the way?"

"There is a little pain, but also pleasure. All the way -- with one finger."

My gentle push continues. My finger slides in Vernon's ass as far as possible. I pull my finger partway out of Vernon's ass, but slowly penetrate him again. In, then partway out. Often!

Once my middle finger had penetrated as far as possible; I also begin stroking his balls, with fingers of my right hand.

"Yeh, Baby. Yeh. Please continue. Suck my cock."

Vernon's condom covered manhood is pointing directly toward the ceiling. I bend over -- and open my mouth. I apply pressure with my lips as I slide down his shaft. My lips touch his pubic hair and the base of his shaft. My head bobbing starts. Partway up, then down his shaft. Partway up, then down his shaft. I can feel his cock growing larger in my mouth.

I continue the Triple Play: finger fucking his ass, ball stroking, and cock sucking. I look up -- our eyes meet. Both of us smile.

"Oh, Baby. I am completely relaxed. I could lay here for hours, total exposing my body -- -- and receiving your pleasuring."

"I am pleased that you are enjoying your party, Vernon."

"I am, Kitty. I am. Please continue the Triple Play."

I continue: finger fucking, ball stroking, and cock sucking. Many minutes pass.

Finally, Vernon says: "Let's have some serious sex now. I want to fuck you -- rear entry position."

We separate. I stand up by the side of the bed and bend over. My face and upper body are on the bed. I feel Vernon's legs touching the back of my legs. The tip of his hard manhood is just touching my ass. I reach between my legs and check. Yes -- -- I can feel the rim of the latex condom. His cock is still dressed. 

I am relaxed. My body is relaxed. My cunt is relaxed. We are ready to be penetrated. I know that Vernon's hard manhood is also ready. Ready to penetrate my body -- to completely penetrate. Then explore my moist female cylinder for many minutes -- before shooting its male cream into the condom. 

Vernon starts stroking my upper legs. Then both of his hands are massaging my rounded ass. Now his hands are rubbing the sides of my body. He continues by rubbing my back with one hand; fingers of his other hand grasp my breast. He fondles a boob -- then pinches and pulls it teat.

Vernon continues rubbing my body with his hands. I can just feel the tip of his cock lightly touching the crack between my two ass cheeks. I feel like screaming: "Fuck me, Vernon. -- fuck me, now." But I do not say anything. It is party. He has paid me -- he is renting my body for one hour. Within certain limits, he can do as he wishes. 

Finally, Vernon stops rubbing my body. He moves forward slightly -- -- and I feel his cock head pushing my pussy lips apart. Slowly, I feel his cock head sliding into my cunt. Then deep into my cunt. Penetration is complete and very deep. 

He pulls partway back. Then slowly slides deep into my cunt. Partway back, then deep into my cunt. It seems that he is speeding up. Yes, his cock is sliding somewhat faster in my moist cunt. Then even faster.

Vernon is a part owner of a trucking company. Just like he slowly puts a truck through a series of gears as it gains speed, he is slowly increasing the speed of his cock in my cunt. 

Now his cock is sliding very fast in my moist cunt. Almost every time that he slides in, his balls hit my ass. His cock starts to pound my cunt.

He pulls completely out. And says: "OK, Baby. On you back -- -- missionary position."

Quickly, I am on my back. My ass is elevated with a firm pillow, my legs are spread. Vernon is kneeling between my legs. I feel the tip of his firm manhood pushing against my pussy lips.

Our eyes meet. Both of us smile. 

"You are really going to get fucked now, Baby. Multiple penetrations." 

"I am ready for a good fucking, Vernon. Pound my cunt with your cock!"

Vernon moves forward. I feel his condom covered cock head pushing my pussy lips apart. Then he slides into my moist cunt. His shaft follows -- quickly. I put my hands against the head board of the bed. As much as possible, I want my body to stay in a fixed position as Vernon pounds my cunt.

Vernon pulls completely out, then plunges his cock into my cunt, again. Penetration is deep. Very deep. He pulls completely out again, but quickly plunges back into my cunt. 

"Oh, Baby. I love the feeling of pushing my cock head past your pussy lips and into your cunt."

Again and again, Vernon pulls his cock completely out of my body. But then quickly enters again. I think to myself that his actions remind me of a person diving into a swimming pool, then swimming only a few strokes and getting out of the pool. Only to quickly dive into the pool again. Then again. And again, and again -- -- until he is exhausted.

Vernon's cock continues to dive past my pussy lips and enter my moist cunt -- take a few strokes -- then leave, but quickly returns. 

Our eyes meet. Both of us smile. But Vernon is now staying inside my cunt. He is only partially withdrawing, then he quickly pushes his firm rod deep into my moist cylinder. Fast penetrations. His cock pounds and rams my cunt. His cock head and rim is now always inside my body.

On the distant highway, I hear a speeding truck.

"Did you hear that truck, Kitty?"

"Yes."

"That truck is traveling above the posted speed limit. Those piston rods are really moving fast in those well lubricated cylinders -- -- of that engine."

"Yes."

"Do you want my hard male rod to move fast in your lubricated female cylinder, Kitty?"

"Yes. Fuck me hard and fast, Vernon. Hard and fast."

Vernon continues fucking me. Deep penetrations. Fast cunt poundings and rammings. His shaft slides in and out of my body -- but his cock head and rim is now always inside me.

In a few more minutes, I feel Vernon's cock grow slightly. Then it explodes. I can feel his cum shot out and hit the condom -- deep inside my body.

Vernon seems to be exhausted -- he collapses on to my body. His weight pushes me into the mattress. But in a minute or so he rolls off my body. And pulls the condom off -- -- his penis is becoming flaccid.

He turns the condom inside out. Then rubs his male cream on my nipples. For a minute or so, he rubs his cream over my nipples and breasts. He bends over my body -- -- his fingers fondle a breast and its nipple; he sucks on the nipple of my other breast.

Vernon reaches for the latex dildo. It is shaped like an erect cock with balls. He pushes the tip against my pussy lips -- the latex cock head enters my cunt, the latex shaft follows. Vernon turns on the vibrating latex cock. He fucks me with the vibrating penis shaped cock.

I reach down and rub my clitoris vigorously. For many minutes, the vibrating cock is moved into and almost out of my cunt. I continue to rub my clitoris -- vigorously. Finally -- deep within my body -- a wave of motion spreads through my body. My body quivers. My body shakes. My body jerks several times. I have had my orgasm.

Both of us rest briefly, side by side. Only our finger tips are touching. The penis dildo is still inside my cunt -- but it is also quiet and not vibrating.

"Do you want another orgasm, Kitty?"

"Yes. Please -- -- another orgasm."

Vernon turns on the vibrator, and starts to move the vibrating penis shaped dildo inside my cunt. I start to rub my clitoris -- vigorously. In a minute or so I can feel another wave of motion, starting.

"It is coming -- another orgasm. Do not stop, Vernon. Please do not stop."

Vernon continues moving the vibrating latex penis shaped dildo inside my cunt. I continue to rub my clitoris -- even faster and more vigorously. Again, a wave of motion spreads through my body. My body quivers. My body starts shaking. My body jerks several times. I have had my second orgasm.

Vernon turns off the vibrator -- but leaves the dildo inside my cunt.

"Do you want to try for a third orgasm, Kitty?"

"No. Not now. Thank you, Vernon for the orgasms."

"You are welcome. I had my ejaculation. You had two orgasms. Both of us are sexually satisfied. And I will leave this dildo with you -- use it as you wish.

"Thank you, Vernon. I appreciate the gift. And I very much appreciate the orgasms that you gave me."

I quickly glance at the timer. We still have about ten minutes remaining.

"Would you like to take a shower -- -- with me?" I ask.

"Yes. Taking a shower with a naked woman would be fun."

"And I like taking a shower with a naked man."

"Do you take showers with all of the men that have parties with you?"

"No. Showers with only a few of the men. But I have washed the backs of some men while standing outside of the shower." 

Quickly, both of us are in standing in the shower. Initially, Vernon rubs liquid soap on my entire body -- -- then he rubs more soap on my boobs, ass, my inner thighs, and the juncture of my legs. After several minutes of rubbing, I stand under the warm shower water and rinse off.

Now it is my turn. I rub liquid soap on Vernon's entire body -- -- then I focus my rubbing activity on his flaccid penis and balls. His manhood starts to grow -- -- I rub it with more soap. Finally, Vernon stands under the warm shower water and rinses off. 

We take turns drying each other off using white fluffy towels. Vernon uses a towel and wipes the condensed moisture off the mirror. We look at our nude reflections in the bathroom mirror. I notice that Vernon's eyes move slightly -- he looks up and down: at the reflections of my boobs and the juncture of my legs. I look at the mirror reflection of his penis.

I help Vernon get dressed: under pants, T-shirt, socks, and outer clothing. He helps me put on one of my day time brothel uniforms: yellow thong panties, black thigh high hose, black shoes, and yellow opaque gown with black trim. Then Vernon gives me a nice tip.

Hand in hand, we walk to the bar and sit down at a table in a quiet corner. For several minutes, we talk about a variety of topics. Then hug and say good by. Vernon leaves, I walk back to my bedroom and prepare it for the next visitor.

Then I return to the bar area to socialize and talk with the men. The brothel bell rings and I line up with six other 'girls'. The Shift Manager asks us to enter the lobby. She indicates that Lloyd would like a thirty minute party and to introduce ourselves.

When it is my turn, I take one step forward and say: "Kitty". Then I step back into the line.

Lloyd looks carefully at each 'girl'. Then says: "I would like to have a party with Melissa."

He stands, Melissa walks toward him. Then the two walk down the hallway to her room. I go back to the bar area and start to socialize and talk again with the men. It is almost 11:00 am. Garrett's email indicated that he probably would be at the brothel between 11:00 and 11:1 5 am.

Late morning

My back is toward the brothel door as I talk with some men near the bar. I hear a familiar voice.

"Hello, Kitty." Garrett says.

Quickly, I turn. Our eyes meet, both of us smile. Words are not really necessary.

Our hands touch and I lead Garrett toward a quiet corner of the room. We sit down and talk briefly, as we get reacquainted.

Together, Garrett and I walk down the hallway and enter my room. 

"This will be our sixth party, Kitty."

"Yes. Thank you very much for selecting me. What would you like to do?"

"I have a few ideas -- but, once we get started, let's just go with the flow." 

Garrett offers me fifty dollars above the house minimum for a one hour party. He drops his pants and shorts -- -- I check his penis, balls, and surrounding area. After he gives me the money, I book the party with the Shift Manager, and return to my room

Garrett is stark naked and is standing in front of the bathroom mirror shaving. Apparently he has already taken a shower, a damp white towel is draped over the towel rack.

"There, my face is smooth. I did not want to place my rough beard on your tender skin."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Exactly what tender skin are you talking about."

"I believe you already know." Garrett replies. And says, in a soft voice: "Your tender breast skin and pussy lips."

Our eyes meet. We both smile.

Garrett walks to the corner chair and places a towel on the seat, then sits down. He is stark naked. His penis is flaccid. 

"Please stand in front of me and strip slowly, Kitty. Leave on only one hose."

I stand about three feet in front of Garrett. Both shoes are removed, then I roll down and remove one black thigh high hose.

Garrett leans forward, a hand below each knee. Then he slowly rubs my legs -- one bare, one hose covered. Slowly, his hands travel up over my knees. Slowly, his hands travel up my inner thighs. The fingers of one hand are now touching and rubbing my bare ass. Fingers of his other hand are touching the fabric of my yellow thong panties that cover my sex. He rubs my sex through the yellow fabric. His finger tips follow the yellow elastic strip of cloth around my waist to my back. Then his fingers rub and pinch my bare ass.

For a minute or so, Garrett rubs and pinches both ass cheeks. I look down and see that his organ is growing.

Now his fingers are grasping the elastic band of my thong panties. He pulls the band over my ass -- slowly my thong slides down over my legs and drops to the floor. I step out of my panties, Garrett picks then up and takes a deep breath. 





A Nevada Brothel - My Initial Work



Marsha: "That is about it. Do you have any other questions or comments, Betty?"

Betty: "No. Not at this time. I very much appreciate your very frank answers and time. I will certainly treat what you have told me in a very confidential manner." 

Marsha: "Do you think you will become a 'girl' at a brothel?"

Betty: "I am very seriously considering trying this profession. I gave my husband most every type of sex that he wanted -- -- but he left me. And money is tight."

Marsha: "Yes, I recall receiving you note some months ago. I was sorry that he left you. When your financial and sex partner leaves, the woman can be put into a very difficult situation."

Betty: "Yes."

Marsha: "If you become a brothel "girl" even for a few weeks, I wish you the best possible -- lots of pleasing parties and lots of money."

Betty: "Thanks very much and again many thanks for your help and information. Let's stay in touch."

Marsha: "Yes, we need to stay in touch." 

Betty: "By."

Marsha: "By."

The Madam

For several days I think about what my friend Marsha has told me. Deciding to be very intimate with a man that I don't know is a hard decision to make. That seems to be the story of my life -- -- taking that first step for anything, is difficult for me.

It is near the end of the month. My next paycheck is ten days from now, followed by my scheduled vacation. My limited money helps me make the decision.

I telephone several brothels to help build up my confidence and talk with the Madam or Shift Manager. Several times, I hear that: 

** no girls are needed now, 

** send us a resume or letter indicating your interest and a picture, 

** visit us when you are in the area so we can talk in person. 

But I do not learn any specifics. When I ask a few questions the answers are --- we prefer to talk about that when you visit us. I am very glad that my friend, Marsha, has provided so much information.

Then I telephone the brothel where my friend Marsha works -- from time to time. But I do not mention Marsha's name. In fact, I do not know what name she uses when working. I sense a different atmosphere, a helpful setting. The Madam indicates that yes they are seeking several 'girls' now. And to mail a picture and letter stating my interest or simply prepare the items and bring them with me, along with appropriate brothel type clothing. 

In several days, I mail my picture and letter expressing my interest and saying that I will telephone soon.

Finally, I telephone and talk again with the Madam. She tells me to get on a bus, when I arrive call again and someone will meet me and help me get started with the medical clinic and required work permit.

Soon, I am taking several big steps: bus trip, another telephone call to the brothel, a brief meeting with the madam, the medical clinic, and a work permit. 

The Madam quickly states the house rules and policy:

$30 / day for room and board -- Your bedroom is also your work room -- Be neat -- No smoking, no drugs -- Lounge for women -- No parties, no pay -- 7 days / 24 hrs 

Book $1000 , no charge for room and board -- House minimum -- 2 hrs $700, 1 hr $400, $250 / ½ hr, $150 / ¼ hr -- but you can negotiate for more. No revealing clothes, but semi-revealing clothes can be worn with prior approval / no street clothes / opaque gowns desired, hose, bra, panties, shoes with heels -- You are considered a private contractor -- I sign a contract indicating the brothel can deduct costs of room, board, and supplies from my earnings.

I tell the Madam that I am going to use the name Kitty -- and not my actual name of Betty. For several days, I will only be in the line up -- and not to meet men in the bar area The Madam wants me to become comfortable working in a brothel, wearing lingerie for hours, and having intimate sex relations with strangers. 

First Day

After I receive the work permit, I need to wait for the lab results from the medical exam to be sent to the brothel. I can not work but at least I have room and board in the brothel -- free for a day or so until I can be in the line up and available for work. In fact, I can only be in my room, the exercise facilities, or the 'girls' lounge. I am not permitted to be in the lobby. This is all so new for me. I have a lot to learn about the sex industry and about providing for a man's sexual needs / wants - - but within house policy and legal limits.

I spend a lot of time in the 'girls' lounge -- talking and learning. All of the 'girls' are nicely dressed. Some are in different colored gowns with bras, panties, and shoes. Some are wearing gowns that have semi-sheer tops -- the shape of their boobs and nipples is very evident. A few 'girls' wear leather outfits that are essentially bras and panties -- ample female skin is visible. 

Second Day

It is early afternoon of the second day. My work permit and medical clinic report arrive at the brothel. Now, I can be available for line ups and can be in the lobby. I wish myself luck and financial success.

I put on my brothel 'uniform'. My black opaque gown with red trim just touches my knees. One side has a slit that ends at my mid thigh. I am wearing medium height black heel shoes and thigh high black sheer hose. Thong black panties and a black bra match the gown. I think it will take a while to get use to wearing only lingerie for many hours. And I know that wearing heels for hours will hurt my feet.

I am still somewhat nervous and concerned about my first party. And being stark naked with a strange man -- -- knowing that he will probably want to fuck me within a few minutes.

I read again my notes that I made when I talked with Marsha. I consider the comments made regarding parties by the other 'girls' when I talked with them in the lounge. Some of the girls are very helpful and freely provide advice. But a few tend to keep to themselves. 

I need to be successful, as I need the money. Initially this seemed like easy money -- play with a man's penis, suck his condom covered cock, then lay on your back and let him penetrate you. Wham, Bam, Thank you, Mama. But the first party is a big step for me -- a difficult step.

A bell rings indicating that available girls are to come to the lobby for a line up. I have been dressed in my brothel uniform for an hour or so. The narrow strip of cloth on the thong panties is tight on my pink treasure.

Five 'girls' answer the bell, including myself. We meet in the hallway and I look at what the others 'girls' are wearing. Two are wearing opaque gowns that stop above their knees, hose, and shoes. One is wearing a gown that has an opaque bottom but somewhat sheer on her breasts. One is wearing a leather bra, short leather pants, hose and shoes. 

In several minutes, we walk - single file - into the lobby. I wonder if any one can see how nervous I am.

"Please introduce yourself, ladies." The Shift Manager says.

When it is my turn, I take one step forward and give my brothel name: "Kitty." Then I step back.

The man looks at each of us. We continue to stand, but say nothing. Finally he says: "I would like a party with Sally."

Sally smiles, she walks toward the strange man. Hand in hand, the two walk toward her room.

We walk back to the girl's lounge for talking, watching television, or read. And we wait.

Many minutes pass. The bell rings again -- another man has requested a line up.

This time six 'girls' are available. Again, I view a variety of clothing being worn: opaque and semi-opaque gowns of various lengths and colors, leather bra and shorts, a plunging neckline gown, and a short baby doll with matching panties. Sally is not in this line up -- her party is still continuing.

"Please introduce yourself, ladies." The Shift Manager says.

Again, when it is my turn I take one step forward and give my brothel name: "Kitty." Then I step back.

This man looks carefully at each of us. It seems that his eyes are touching my boobs. Then 

he looks at another girl. "I would like a party with Ginger."

Again, we walk back to the 'girls' lounge. Some talk, some watch television. I start reading a book.

Minutes pass. The bell rings again -- another man has requested a line up.

This time four 'girls', including Sally and myself, are available.

The Very First Party for Kitty, with Charlie

"Please introduce yourselves, ladies." The Shift Manager says.

As I step forward, I give my brothel name: "Kitty." Then I step back into the line.

This man looks at the four of us. I can see his head move slightly as he looks at each of us, his eyes moving up and down. He seems to have looked at all of us. Looking at the Shift Manager he asks. "About a month ago, I had a party with Cherry. Is she here now?"

"No, I am sorry, Cherry is not here this week." The Shift Manager says, and adds, "We have several other girls that are having parties now. Would you like to wait?"

"No, I don't have the time." He looks at each of us again. He almost seems to be undressing me with his eyes.

Finally he says: "I will select, Kitty."

I feel my body getting somewhat tense. Possibly my first party will soon happen. I smile and walk toward the man. He doesn't say anything as I lead him toward my room. We past several closed door. Both of us hear the unmistakable sounds of sex -- -- male and female voices saying positive words, saying words seldom said to a person of the opposite sex. And the sound of a squeaking bed.

Inside my bedroom, he says: "Sounds like a lot of sexual fun is taking place back there."

"You want sexual fun?" I ask, and smile.

"Yes -- for me and my constant companions. You can call me Charlie. I like your name, Kitty."

"Thank you. And thank you for picking me." I say.

"The name Kitty reminds me of Pussy. I am interested in seeing and feeling yours." Charlie says. And adds: "You look wonderful to me -- especially after driving my truck in San Francisco traffic and then to here.

I smile and laugh slightly. "Where are you headed?"

"I am traveling East on the Interstate -- hope to be in Chicago tomorrow night." Charlie says.

"I have not seen you before. Are you new here?" Charlie asks.

"Yes. What would you like to do during your party?" I ask. 

I certainly did not want Charlie to know that this would possibly be my first brothel party. Or that it has been a long time since I have been intimate with a man.

Behind the closed door we negotiate what he wants and the cost. I ask for more then the house minimum for a thirty minute party but he refuses. Somehow he knows the minimum and that is all he is going to pay. I accept: $250. Long ago, I learned that part of a loaf of bread is much better then nothing. Also I am well aware that the 'girls' sitting in the lounge and watching television would be pleased to have a party and the money.

Charlie drops his pants and underpants. His flaccid penis is slightly larger then I expected.

It has been many, many months since I touched a man's penis but I closely examine him looking for any signs of diseases that I have seen pictured in the brothel's medical book. I can feel his penis starting to harden slightly in my hand. 

"Your hand on my cock feels good. And I know that you are looking closely at my cock. I like exposing myself to you. Check out my balls, Baby."

"I look at his hair covered balls and gently touch them."

"You will like my hard rod in your cunt and my balls bouncing off your ass when I am fucking you." Charlie says.

I look at him and only smile.

After my manhood equipment exam is completed, I take his money and start to leave the room to book the party. He is standing, still exposed.

"Hurry back, Kitty. I will be waiting. My friend and his two buddies will JUST HANG ON till you come back. We want some fun." Charlie says, as he waves his penis at me. And laughs loudly.

It was easy for me to notice that Charlie emphasized the words: ".. Just Hang On .."

I know that the first step -- for me -- is hard. I search for another word, 'difficult'. Yes 'difficult' is a much better word then 'hard'. This is my first party. Having already seen Charlie's large flaccid penis I have some insight into what will soon happen between my legs. Will my cylinder be large enough? I definitely recall Marsha's comment that penetration of a large erect cock into a woman's cunt can really hurt. And it has been a long time since my cunt had a warm blood-filled visitor.

In several minutes, I return. Charlie is completely naked and sitting on a towel on a chair in the corner of the room. His penis looks even larger then just a few minutes ago.

He smiles, and says: "Please stand in front of me. And strip."

Slowly, I pull the black opaque gown with red trim over my head and toss it on the bed. Next comes the thigh high hose and shoes. I reach around my back and unhook my bra. As the bra straps slide off my arms, Charlie catches the bra and looks at the label. 

"That is nice -- about what I thought, 36 C. Lots for me to suck and handle." Charlie says. And adds, "Take your panties off and spread your legs. I want to see your pussy, Kitty."

Charlie laughs. Then repeats his comment: "I want to see your pussy, Kitty."

I am standing -- stark naked in front of a stranger. I wonder if he can sense that this is the first brothel party I have ever had.

"You have a very nice pussy, Kitty. In a few minutes, I am going to enjoy being in you. Deep inside you. You want a real man to be fucking you with his large and hard cock?"

"Yes. I want your cock inside me and I want a real man to fuck me." I replied.

"Do you like to be fucked slow and easy or fast and hard?"

"Some of both." I said.

He pulls a plastic glove from its box and puts it on his right hand. Then he pulls me toward him and touches my sex with his hand. Several of his fingers began to rub my lower lips, then he puts a finger inside me. I am finger fucked, briefly.

Charlie pulls out of my cunt and says: "Get on your knees and play with my penis and fondle my balls. Get me hard, baby. Then I want a nice blow job."

As I handled his penis and balls, Charlie bends toward me -- his hands cupped. He squeezes one breast. Then pinches and pulls the nipple of my other breast. He switches.

Both nipples get rolled between two fingers. My nipples enlarge and become hard.

"I like seeing a woman's nipples get hard. Like a very little miniature penis."

I only smile.

I have a mental image when I was growing up on a farm of milking a cow. When my Dad was not watching, sometimes my brother and I would aim the cow's teats and try to squirt some cow's milk on each other. My mounds of female flesh are dry but Charlie certainly is enjoying squeezing and playing with my breasts and nipples.

I continue stroking Charlie's manhood. I wonder if my vagina will be able to take him inside my body. I can see his penis growing as my fingers stroke the head, rim, and shaft. Fingers on my other hand are playing with his balls. His cock is hard and long. Enormous.

"Get me dressed, Kitty. I want a nice blow job before I fuck your cunt. Use one of the extra large condoms." Charlie says.

Charlie is still sitting in the chair, I am on my knees and between his legs. I open a large condom and roll it down his erection with my fingers.

"When I had my party with Cherry, she rolled the condom down using her mouth and lips. That woman can suck and she loves to be fucked. Cherry. That is an interesting name for a gal in a brothel. I really enjoyed seeing the pink cherry between her legs. But it was much more fun to lick and suck her cherry." Charlie said.

Charlie added: "Do you like to have your cherry licked and sucked, Kitty?"

"Yes. But only if the gentlemen is using a dental dam. That is the house policy."

I opened my mouth and press down on his condom covered cock rim. Slowly, ever so slowly, more of his shaft enters my mouth. I started moving my head out, and then in. Again and again. I could easily feel Charlie's cock growing in my mouth. Frequently, on going in toward his pubic hair, he pushes my head forward. I almost gag several times. Even now, when his cock is still somewhat small, I can not touch his thick pubic hair. 

"Suck it, Baby. Suck me harder and faster. Give my friend some pleasure. Then my friend will give your cunt lots of pleasure." Charlie said. And added: "Stroke, lick and suck my balls."

For several more minutes, I continue the blow job and focus my attention on his cock head and part of his shaft. His balls receive the pleasure he wants. Stroke shaft and balls. Lick shaft and balls. Suck shaft and balls. I can only think about one word: ENORMOUS!

Finally Charlie said. "OK. It is time for you to get fucked. Lay on the bed in the missionary position. Put your ass on that firm pillow and spread your legs wide."

As I got up and move away, I look at Charlie's enormous erect cock. While I have not seen too many cocks, his is much thicker and longer then my ex-spouse's cock.

Very soon, I am on my back on the bed. My ass is elevated with a firm pillow. Charlie gets between my legs and pushes them apart. I could easily see his enormous condom covered cock pointing at my cunt. He put some lubricant on my pussy lips and on the condom. For a minute or so he looks at my body.

"You have nice large breasts and teats, Kitty. And your stomach is almost flat. I will really enjoy fucking you cunt." Charlie says.

"I appreciate you comment about my breasts and flat stomach."

He moves forward and mounts me -- my pussy lips were easily spread. Inch my inch, I could feel his cock penetrating my body. Never were my legs spread this far apart. Never was my tunnel spread as wide or penetrated as deep.

He is starting to pump my cunt -- -- at a depth never before reached by my ex-spouse. Since my separation and divorce, only my vibrating latex penis shaped dildo has penetrated my cunt -- and only a few times each month. And I can control the dildo. But I really can not control Charlie or control Charlie's ENORMOUS COCK.

Charlie continues to fuck me hard but bends over me. He cups and squeezes one breast. My teat is rolled between two of his large fingers. His mouth is over the areola of my other breast -- that nipple is sucked into his mouth, repeatedly. My nipples respond.

The deep penetration seems to be even deeper. My cunt is spread wide. Charlie thrusts, pumps, rams, and pounds my cunt. I wonder if my cunt will recover. Will I ever recover? 

"Oh, Baby. I love having my cock in your cunt. Your cunt is nice and tight. Feels wonderful being inside you."

I smile, and say: "Thank you. I am glad that you are enjoying yourself."

"I am, Baby. I am."

Many minutes of our party remain. I am always on my back in the missionary position. But Charlie put my legs in just about every possible position. One leg on the bed with a leg over his shoulder. Both legs on the same shoulder. A leg on each shoulder. My legs almost doubled over with my knees close to my breasts. One leg touching a breast, the other on the bed.

"Do you like my cock ramming and pounding your cunt?"

"Yes. I like you penetrating my body."

"Do you feel like a woman. A woman who is getting a wonderful fucking."

"Yes. Yes. But could you go a little slower?" I ask.

Charlie slows down slightly -- but only for a very brief period of time.

During all of the leg movements, Charlie continues to fuck me hard and fast. My cunt is pounded like it had never been pounded before. My legs were in positions seldom used by my ex-spouse.

Again, Charlie bends over my body and roughly plays with one breast and its nipple. The nipple of my other breast is sucked repeatedly. Like a piston rod operates in a well lubricated cylinder, his rod operates in my cylinder -- -- in as deep as possible, then almost out. In again, and almost out. I wonder if this man is ever going to run out of energy. He is in excellent physical shape. His ENORMOUS COCK pounds my cunt -- repeatedly.




A Nevada Brothel - My Initial Work



I glanced at the timer -- about five minutes to go and the party would be over.

"Would you like me to hold off on my ejaculation and extend this party?" Charlie asks.

"No. That would not be necessary. Just pump my cunt a little longer. I can feel you getting slightly larger. I want you to come soon." I reply. 

I turned down the opportunity to make some additional money.

Again and again, Charlie pounds and rams his ENORMOUS COCK deep into my cunt. I know that my cunt will be sore. I think that I may never walk again.

Charlie is vigorously moving his MAMMOTH ROD in and almost out of my cylinder. I feel him get slightly larger. Finally, his cock seems to explode and shots cum into the tip of the large condom.

He appears to be drained and collapses on to me. His weight pushes me into the bed. Then he rolls off me -- the timer rings. Our party is over.

Slowly, I get out of bed, get my lingerie and go into the adjoining small bathroom. As I return to my room, Charlie is just finishing dressing. He hands me a tip, we leave my bedroom. Charlie has his hand on my ass as we walk in the long hallway toward the brothel lobby. Once again, we hear some sounds bring made of unmistakable sex behind a closed door.

I think that is Cherry's room. I am not certain but I believe I hear and recognize her voice. I glance at Charlie -- he does not make any comments. He does not ask about Cherry. We enter the lobby, Charlie still has his hand on my ass.

"See you again, Kitty. Thank you for the pleasures. I am headed East on the Interstate."

"You are welcome. Thank you for selecting me." I reply.

After the party was over, I told the Shift Manager about Charlie's ENORMOUS COCK and the fact that it hurt like hell when he penetrated me. 

"Yes, I know. Cherry had a party with him several weeks ago; her cunt was sore for a day or so. She knew that Charlie was coming and was perfectly happy to extend her party with another man until Charlie picked the girl and had his party. She had me to say that she was not here this week. Charlie is a regular customer, often he has a party with a new 'girl' or a 'girl' he has not seen before. Other 'girls' have told me about his large cock, you are not the first woman to experience his fucking. His hard fucking and rapid ramming."

I got some ice in a plastic bag, go back to my room, undress, and lay down on my bed. The plastic bag with the ice was between my legs. I was too sore and tired from Charlie's cunt pounding to change the sheets. The smell of female and male sex lingers in the room. The odor of female and male sweat lingers in the room.

The bell rings indicating another man is in the lobby but the Shift Manager had excused me from answering any call until I was feeling better.

For the half hour party with Charlie, the minimum house rate was $250. I got fifty percent of that or a gross of $125 for thirty minutes of work. That was satisfactory but I certainly needed to have many more parties. I wondered how long my cunt could take similar poundings.

After several hours of recovering, I respond to the ringing bell for the next customer. 

There are six in the line up. As before, I step forward and give my name. Then step back. 

This man says: "I will have a party with Candy. 

I go into the kitchen and eat the prepared evening meal. I am still sore, sitting hurts. I go back to my room and lay down on my bed. I still do not change the sheets. Sleep comes easily.

The bell rings again. Quickly I get up and slip on my brothel uniform.

There are eight 'girls' in this line up. As before, I step forward and give my name. Then step back.

This man takes his time. It appears that he is mentally undressing each of us and looking at our breasts and cunts. But that is understandable, a man is at a brothel for pure physical sex. And that means breasts and cunts.

At last he speaks: "I will have a party with the third girl on the left side. I am sorry, I forgot her name." 

Krystal steps forward and smiles.

It is almost 11:00 pm. I go to my room and change the sheets. Then undress, use the bathroom, and climb into bed. Sleep soon comes.

The bell rings again. I look at my clock -- it is 1:15 am. Quickly I get up and slip on my brothel working clothes. But instead of the black opaque gown that I was wearing earlier, I put on a red opaque gown trimmed in black.

This time there are five girls in the line up. A few are having parties, one or two have been excused from answering the bell.

A Party for Kitty, with Fred

As before, when it is my turn I step forward and give my name. Then step back.

This man looks us over for a few minutes. Then says: "I will have a party with the woman wearing the red gown."

It takes me a moment to realize that I am the only 'girl' wearing a red gown. I step forward and lead him to my room.

It is late, I am tired, and still waking up. My cunt is somewhat sore from the early pounding it got from Charlie. But I am recovering. My cunt is recovering.

Once in the room, the man introduces himself: "I'm Fred, a truck driver and I only have time for a thirty minute party -- need to be in San Francisco in the morning."

"I will pay the house minimum of $250 for the half hour. I want to play with your breasts and cunt, have a brief hand job, a blow job, then intercourse in the cow girl position. Possibly missionary, also.

"Yes. That is satisfactory with me." I say.

"I have been driving cross country and have not had any ass for several days. You look good in red."

"I am glad that I am wearing my red gown."

"But soon you will be wearing only skin." Fred grins and laughs softly. 

"You must like looking at a woman's ass." I smile.

Fred drops his pants and underpants. I handle and closely look at his penis, balls and surrounding area. At least his manhood is smaller then Charlie's manhood. But now it is flaccid. I don't know what it will be like when he has an erection. But I know that I will soon find out.

"If you had rejected my offer, I would have had some coffee at the bar then driven on to the next brothel. It is only about 45 minutes West of here. Actually even less time. At night, a truck driver can really travel many miles on the Interstate Highway."

As he hands me the money with one hand, his other hand rubs my breast. Then his hand drops down and rubs my ass. I smile at him. He returns the smile.

"Hurry back, Kitty. My constant companions and I will be waiting."

I look at Fred and his companions. I smile again. His companion is slightly erect.

After booking the party with the Shift Manager, I return to my room. Fred is sitting on a towel on the chair in the corner. His legs are spread. He is naked. In my mind, I see Charlie and his enormous cock.

I walk over and stand by Fred. 

"Turn your back toward me, pull the gown up to your waist, spread your legs, and bend over. Since I first saw you in the red gown, I have wanted to see your pink treasure and your nice rounded ass."

"You like looking at a woman's ass." I ask.

"I like and enjoy looking at women. Dressed women are OK. But partially naked women are better. But stark naked women are the best -- especially if they have their legs spread and I can look, smell, taste, and touch their pussy. Then fuck their pussy."

I smile, and reply: "That pretty much says it all."

I assume the requested position. My ass is toward him. Very quickly, Fred moves forward and is rubbing my pussy lips through the fabric of my thong panties with several of his fingers. He pulls a strip of sheer cloth away from my pussy lips and penetrates my body. My finger fucking starts, he is wearing a plastic glove.

"Your cunt feels tight. Believe I will enjoy fucking you later, with my cock."

I get finger fucked for a few minutes.

Then Fred says: "Stand up and face me. Please strip completely but leave one thigh high hose on. I enjoy the contrast between a woman's bare leg and her hose covered leg."

He looks at me as I pull the red gown over my head and toss it on the bed. The shoes are removed, one black thigh high hose is removed. I think that it is a little easier stripping this time.

I can see his penis is responding. I walk toward him, and ask: "Would you like to finish undressing me."

Fred reaches up and unhooks my bra, then tosses it on the bed. He rubs my cunt again through the fabric of my thong panties. Then pulls my panties over my hips, they slide off my legs. Fred picks them up and smells them. Using his finger, he pushes part of the thong panties past my pussy lips and into my cunt. I have a strange feeling in my cunt with part of my thong panties sticking several inches inside my body.

"Please sit on my legs, Kitty."

I face Fred, spread my legs, and sit on both of his legs. Gradually he moves his legs apart. I feel my legs being pushed apart and know that my sex is gradually becoming completely available. He pulls the panties out of my cunt and smells them again, Then tosses them on the bed.

"I like a woman in this position. Almost her entire body is available for touching and fondling. Please play with my penis and balls as I rub your body."

As Marsha told me by telephone, working at a brothel as a 'girl' is a service business. A sex service business. Provide the man what he wants, but within the law and house policy. The Madam never said anything about panties inside a cunt.

With fingers of one hand I am fondling his penis, my other fingers are stroking his balls. Fred has a hand on each of my thighs -- one is rubbing the hose, the other is rubbing bare flesh. But soon Fred is cupping his hands and fondling both of my breasts. He continues the fondling of one breast, fingers of his other hand are rubbing my pussy lips. He pushes a finger past my pussy lips and finger fucks me.

"Enough play time. Let's get on the bed and you can give me a blow job. I want to lay down and be very relaxed while you provide pleasure."

As we step toward the bed, Fred puts his hand on my ass. I feel the top of my crack being slightly separated by a finger.

Fred gets on the bed. His head elevated by two firm pillows. His legs are spread, his bare cock is pointing slightly upward. Fred pulls my head toward his mouth.

He whispers: "I will give you an extra fifty if you provide me with a bare cock blow job."

"I am sorry, Fred. A condom is required."

"I know. Get me dressed and suck me. Then I will penetrate your pussy -- Kitty."

Fred laughs. And says: "pussy -- Kitty." 

I only smile. Then open a condom and unroll it using my fingers. I kneel down, my head close to his manhood.

"Please move a little Kitty. I want to be able to finger fuck you while you suck me."

I move and spread my legs. As I open my mouth and start sucking his penis head I feel his finger playing with my clitoris. Then he pushes his finger past my pussy lips and finger fucks me. At least he is still wearing the plastic glove.

I move my head slightly, most of his shaft is in my mouth. As I move back, part of his shaft is exposed. Again, his cock almost completely disappears in my mouth, then is exposed. Again and again, I suck his condom covered cock. But his cock head is always in my mouth.

As I am sucking, I feel my cunt being penetrated -- by a second finger. Cock sucking and two finger fucking continue for several more minutes.

"Let's have some serious sex. Please get on me, Kitty. Cowgirl position."

I spread my legs and get on Fred's saddle. His hard horn is pointing directly toward the ceiling, My cunt is several inches above his manhood. Using my hand, I guide his horn past my pussy lips and into my cylinder. I completely lower my body. Neatly trimmed pussy hair touches his pubic hair.

Fred's cock is large -- -- but I am thankful that Fred's cock is smaller then Charlie's cock.

Fred smiles, and says: "I enjoy watching my cock disappear into a cunt, then reappear. Ride me hard, Kitty. Ride me hard, cowgirl. I want to see your boobs bounce around."

I move my body up and down. I can easily feel his condom covered cock rub the sides of my cylinder. My breasts swing and sway as I move. Fred's eyes make the round trip many times -- from female - male pubic hair to bouncing breasts.

"You said you are a truck driver. Correct?"

"Yes." 

"When your cock -- a stationary piston rod -- rubs my moving lubricated cylinder it is sort of like a moving piston rod in a lubricated cylinder of an engine. But just the reverse."

Fred takes a moment to think about my statement. 

Then he says: "Yes. I drive a truck to make my living. The piston rods in the engine are moving in well lubricated cylinders. 

Fred adds: "Guess that is like the missionary position when the woman is on her back and really does not move her cylinder very much. Since I want to relax and not move my rod, you have to move your lubricated cylinder."

"I really do not know that much about engines, but I thought my statement was correct." I say.

"Pleasure me, Kitty. Increase your engine speed. Get your lubricated cylinder moving faster on my stationary rod." 

My breasts swing and sway even more as I move up and down on Fred's stationary rod. I have increased my engine speed. My legs start to hurt, but I continue pleasuring Fred's rod.

"Faster, cowgirl. Bend down toward me -- -- I want to play with your breasts while you ride in my saddle."

As I bend down, Fred cups his hands. And plays, squeezes and pinches both of my breasts. I move my lubricated cylinder faster on his stationary hard rod. My legs continue to hurt. 

"Bend down further. I want to lick and suck your teats. I appreciate your ample breasts."

"Thank you. I am pleased that you like my breasts."

Again, I do as requested. My areolas and teats provide pleasure for Fred. My teats firm.

But I continue to stay in the saddle while riding his hard horn. While his shaft is both covered and exposed as I move up and down, Fred's cock head is always inside my body. At last, I feel Fred's cock increase slightly in size. Then explode -- cum shots into the tip of the condom. Fred has been pleasured and serviced.

As we separate, the timer rings indicating that party time is almost over. I put on my brothel uniform. Fred takes a very quick shower, then dresses. He hands me a nice tip.

"Thanks for the party, Kitty. Yes, your tight cunt gave my cock lots of pleasure. But now it is time for me to drive West."

"You are welcome. Thank you for selecting me."

Fred laughs, and says: "You should thank Charlie, he is also a truck driver. He is one of my buddies. We had coffee and a bite to eat at a truck stop in Nebraska. He told me he had a wonderful party with you. Actually he said he really gave you an excellent fucking. I have seen him naked in a locker room. Even when Charlie is not sexually active his penis is enormous."

"But I guess your cunt had the capacity to stretch large enough to take all of Charlie's cock.

I smiled and softly laughed: "Yes. His rod is probably the size of a piston rod in his truck engine."

Fred laughed. "I need to say good by. He got on his knees -- -- kissing and licking my pussy through the fabric of my thong panties."

We walked to the lobby, Fred squeezed my hand and hugged me. Then left. Looking through the brothel window, I saw lights come on a tractor trailer truck. I heard the engine come alive. As Fred drove away, I imagined the piston rods moving up and down in well lubricated cylinders. The rods were doing the work, the cylinders did not move.

My legs were hurting.

I told the Shift Manager that I needed to sleep and was excused from making any more line ups until after breakfast. Back in my room, I could still smell the scent of female and male sex -- and the odor of female and male sweat. I changed the sheets on the bed and took a shower. 

Once in bed, I thought about my financial situation. I have completed two parties -- billed $500 and will gross $250 less the cost of the brothel room and board. And I had two tips from Charlie and Fred. About $35 per hour -- if I considered an eight hour work day, better then working an hourly job at a big box discount store or being a waitress at a restaurant for a few dollars an hour plus tips. 

I had stripped, sucked and been fondled and fucked for about one hour. But I did not have an orgasm. I was horny after Charlie but my cunt was sore. Now, after Fred, I am horny. 

I reach for my personal friend and a small bottle of lubricant. Quickly, I rub my cunt with the lubricant and push the dildo -- a latex penis with balls -- into my cunt. I am rubbing my clitoris with fingers of one hand. I turn the switch of my penis vibrator to the high speed position. Quickly, with my other hand, I push my latex friend past my pussy lips and deep into my cunt. I pull it partway out, then push my latex friend inside me. I continue rubbing my clitoris. Again and again -- I pleasure all of my pink treasure between the juncture of my legs. 

My body starts to quiver. I move the vibrator in and almost out -- I rub my clitoris even more vigorously. My body begins to shake. Finally, deep inside my body a wave of motion develops. And spreads through my entire body.

With my help, my latex friend continues to vibrate and deeply penetrate and explore my body. I continue rubbing my clitoris, vigorously. A second, but smaller wave of motion, moves through my body. I have pleasured myself, my orgasm was nice. I am pleased and satisfied. 

Sleep soon comes.

Soon after my breakfast, the bell rang indicating a man wants a party.

Ten girls gathered in the hallway and walked single file into the lobby.

"Ladies, we have two gentlemen. They came together, but each wants a separate party. The gentlemen sitting by the window will select first. Please introduce yourself." The Madam said. 

When my turn came, I stepped forward, introduced myself, then stepped back.

For several minutes, as we stood in the line up, both men looked us over.

The first man spoke: "I would like a party with Lisa."

The second man said: "That is OK, Mike. My first choice is Becky."

Lisa and Becky smile and walk toward the man who selected her.

I went to the 'girl's' lounge and watched television and read the newspaper.

Over the next several hours, I was in four different line ups ranging in size from six to eleven 

'girls'. But no man selected me for a party. As my friend Marsha told me by telephone, there is a lot of waiting and down time. In the 'girl's' lounge, I continue reading my book.

It was about fifteen minutes past noon, my first full day of being a 'girl' at a brothel was almost completed. The bell rang indicating that a man wanted a line up. This time there were six 'girls' in the line up.

A Party for Kitty, with Paul 

As previously done, when it was my turn I stepped forward and gave my name. Then stepped back to the line up.

About a minute passed, the young man said: "I would like a party with the woman wearing the black opaque gown, Kitty."

I smiled as I walked toward him, then lead him toward my room. As we passed a closed door, the unmistakable sounds of sex.

"I'm Paul. I just drove down from Idaho to celebrate my birthday with a real quick fuck and a few other pleasures."

"I believe you would enjoy a longer party." I replied, and add: "What would you like to do."

"Yeh, I'm 25 today. My wife and I are on vacation -- -- she is at the motel, probably watching television. But I wanted a brothel experience. You appeared to be one of the older 'girls' in the line up and probably the one with the most experience. That is why I picked you."

I briefly thought about Paul's comment that his wife was in a motel -- -- and my experience years ago when I was in a motel waiting while my husband was at a brothel being sexually 

entertained. I wondered if Paul's wife -- sometime in the future -- would be in a brothel line up and be selected. Then strip for a stranger and be intimate. Very intimate.