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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Cronus_Ampora/John_Egbert, Dave_Strider/Original_Character, Roxy_Lalonde/
      Original_Character(s)
  Character:
      Cronus_Ampora, John_Egbert, Dave_Strider, Bro_Strider, Lil_Cal, Karkat
      Vantas, Roxy_Lalonde
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Prostitution, Prostitution, Forced_Prostitution,
      Bulges_and_Nooks, It's_not_that_underage, But_to_be_on_the_safe_side,
      Human/Troll_Relationship, Fluff_and_Smut, Feels, Anal_Sex, Anal
      Fingering, Kissing, child_prostitution, Asphyxiation, Dubious_Consent,
      Pedophilia, Begging, Verbal_Abuse, Dirty_Talk, Daddy_Kink, Multiple
      Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Vaginal_Sex, Vaginal_Fingering, Alcohol, Implied/
      Referenced_Cheating
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-04 Updated: 2015-05-31 Chapters: 3/? Words: 12087
****** Bro-Thel ******
by Zeath
Summary
     It was instinct for the brunette to moan like he actually enjoyed it,
     the sharp claws appeared menacing as firm hands gripped his thighs
     but he kept pretending he was loving every moment.
Notes
     A whorehouse run by Bro, what more could go wrong?
     This might trigger because of the underage though this fic doesn't
     fully run over that. It might in different chapters so warning.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** John/Cronus *****
It was natural for John now, he was a regular picking for perverts because he
had a baby face, buck teeth and big enough hips to hold onto while people
fucked into his ass. The so called ‘Bro-thel’ as the owner has stated jokingly,
was a slowly growing sex house, filling up with teenagers of all genders
ranging from a barely legal fifteen to nearly eighteen. Of course once they
turn eighteen, they’re either thrown out onto the streets to work that way and
give the money to Bro for a bed and food, they work in the house like bathing
the whores and cooking for them and Bro or the last one which is rarely chosen:
they get bought at a bidding war by people or trolls who have already had a
taste at their body. Of course the money only goes to Bro, the pervert has to
care for the whore who has nothing but the clothes on their back, and even
those are taken away because they’re either too dirty or too ruined to fix. Of
course, Bro has a small amount of rules when it comes to the clients. To make
sure they’re hydrated, no drugs or alcohol in the rooms and the final rule was
to not injure the genitals or anal opening because that’s where the money is
and Bro will lose funding if a whore cannot do their job.
The worst clients he has had are the trolls. They have no sense of pain levels
because ours are different from theirs; the skin is harder and so less easy to
cut with claws or weapons, whereas humans are more vulnerable. John is relieved
each time a troll comes in and they choose another whore for a couple of hours.
The one that gets the most trolls is John’s only friend in here, Dave. He’s the
same age and his brother is the owner so John felt sympathy for the first time
they met. Dave can take pain very well because of all the time she fought with
his brother, apparently they fought with swords and had a lot of scars, they’re
thick and look like they hurt a lot but Dave promises that they didn’t. He’s
used to the pain of claws digging into his hips as they pound into his tiny
frame, the carving they do on his back in ridiculous. He’s asked the dirty
blonde, does he hate his brother? Of course the answer is always no, even
though he’s being treated like an object under his brother’s orders, he gets
treated better, more food for his small stomach, a better bedroom than the rest
of them. It made John jealous but he remembers what he had to go through to get
that ranking and his anger reels back in.
At the moment, the two of them were relaxing in the hallway near an open
window. They weren’t allowed to step outside and so their only release of fresh
air was the smog that came through the holes in this god forsaken building.
They were dressed in their revealing outfits as usual, they needed to always be
ready just in case Bro calls for a line up. John’s color was blue and so he was
given silk stockings that were held up by a garter belt, it was a size smaller
than him and so it hugged his hips more than he would like. His panties were
lacy and barely holding his cock inside, ass hanging out like nobody’s
business. His top half was only given a long but thin scarf to wrap around his
shoulders and chest, it was meant to keep him warm but he knew that it was to
show off his nipples; they were always perked up for some reason, Bro had
complimented them many times, even flicked them much to John’s displeasure.
Dave’s outfit was so much worse though, at least John could hide himself. Dave
couldn’t. He didn’t get to have anything on his bottom half but a red thong,
showing off his best attribute; his small but perk ass. He wore no shoes and no
stockings. The only source of warmth for him was a see through shirt that went
to the tops of his thighs, enough that someone can only see a clear image of
Dave’s rear.
The blonde breathed out a sigh of disgust as he noticed a car coming down the
street, he recognised that expensive looking Toyota anywhere; it was a troll
that had been coming for almost three weeks now; he had apparently gotten the
taste of Dave and couldn’t help returning. Bro didn’t care as long as he got
paid beforehand, even if it meant throwing his little brother to a creep like
Mr Ampora. The brothel didn’t get many trolls around the year, only a certain
season because it was a problem about pailing and some trolls didn’t want to
get into a relationship simply for the use of filling a bucket, so they came to
let it all out on a whore, normally another troll - poor Karkat – and then they
would be gone for another year. Though, a few trolls come around to get their
fill, they empty their weird alien material in a whore and then leave. It’s
rare for a troll to become attached to a certain whore and come back but they
spend more money so it’s alright with Bro. The car drove up and parked in a
free space, paying the toll there before pulling out a cigarette and biting
down on the butt, chewing it with his sharp teeth and strolling to the entrance
of the whore house. Dave prepared himself emotionally because he knew that Mr
Ampora loved to be violent, and he knew that that troll only chose him. “Any
second now, I’ll hear Bro…”
BONG.
“Wait what?”
John looked up at his friend with concern, the sound of the line-up chime
ringing out through the entire house, it was strange that Mr Ampora would want
to choose, or maybe it was a sick joke to give Dave hope that he wouldn’t be
picked to spread his legs under him. They quickly hurried down the carpeted
steps with bare feet, slotting themselves into the line of children for the
troll to enjoy. Mr Ampora paced down each kid and smirked toothily at Dave who
cringed, knowing what he was like in bed; the claws and biting all too raw on
his body. He could feel them even when the troll’s eyes were no longer on him
and he passed to another child, he felt disgusting. Mr Ampora turned to Bro to
speak. “May I know their names?”
“Of course, you know Dave. Next to him is John, then Rose, Dirk and Jake. On
the other side of Dave is Jade and Jane, Karkat and then little Cal.” A gloved
hand patted the soft blonde locks, smiling fondly at the rosy cheeks of the
child in front of him. His favourite by far, Cal gets to sleep with Bro, not
that he enjoys it. Still, he gets more food than the rest of the whores and
he’s well protected, taken care of more often than the others as well, he gets
a bath every couple of days. He’s not even old enough to be chosen yet, the
poor boy having been left by Bro’s doorstep at the age of seven. He has been
here since John first started and it’s been two years, Cal has been helping out
with the maids to clean the rooms and bathe the whores but he never got to work
with the heavy stuff, he needed to keep his childlike figure up to Bro’s
liking.
Mr Ampora nodded and glanced over the other children, his tinted eyes seeking
out which one he would like to take for however long he pleased. “And their
ages?”
“Our youngest is little Cal, but he’s too young for the rough stuff yet, still
he’s learning the ropes. The oldest is Dirk.” Bro went through the ages of each
child, it was almost teasing them all, reminding them of how long they have
left in the whore house. Dirk was almost free of this place but he knew that he
would have to be kicked out, he had no money and so he would have to work on
the streets where who knows what could happen out there. The troll seemed to
think for a moment, stopping in front of John, who gulped quietly but turned
his head to submissively show his neck to the client.
Something inside Cronus almost purred at the way the boy looked; big hips,
thick thighs and a baby face to match was delicious on him. “Twirl, boy.”
John did as he was asked, pulling down his thin scarf as he turned slowly,
letting the troll take in an eyeful. He stayed silent the whole time, not
wanting to cause any kind of offence, he didn’t want to be on the end of Bro’s
wrath when he loses money. The troll reached out and gently pinched one of the
perked nipple, hearing John whimper softly and biting his lip. This seemed to
please Mr Ampora because his ear fins flapped gently, stepping back and
pointing at the brunette. “I want him.”
Bro made John step forward, the other whores bowing to the client and leaving
to do whatever they were doing before the chime interrupted them. Cal stayed
put, he knew better than to walk away when Bro was with him. God knows what
that man had done to that boy’s innocence. Dave went back up the stairs slowly,
his head turned many times to glance down at his only friend. John also looked
up at him, fearing for bruises, cuts and scrapes that would leave scars from
the troll. Mr Ampora gave a wad of cash over to Bro and the man handed over the
keys to a room, patting John’s bum to let him lead his client to their paid
destination. With that, the owner wrapped an arm around his favourite and
walked away to do their own thing, probably to count the money given to him;
whores cost around two hundred an hour, three hundred if the whore was a troll.
John breathed out a shaky sigh but padded up the stairs, looking back to see if
Mr Ampora was following him, squeaking a little when he saw that the troll was
right behind him, his tinted eyes on his small frame and wide hips.
They went into the blue room, John had only a moment to breathe before his
client’s hands were on his hips, pushing him up against a wall and pressed his
cold lips to his. He tasted slightly salty, probably because he was a sea
dweller but he didn’t complain, he knew better. Instead, he leaned into the
kiss, hands reaching up and lying flat on the chest pressed up on him. He felt
big hands grab his hips and knew he was going to get cut any moment, he had
heard from Dave what kind of troll Mr Ampora is, needy yet still stoic when it
came to things that he didn’t like. Those hands pulled him closer, pressing the
boy up close and grabbing his behind, kneading it and making a whine ripple out
of John’s mouth. He didn’t want to seem selfish, he had paid good money to be
serviced and so he will do his best, using the hands on the troll’s chest to
open the buttons of his shirt, when he didn’t get a struggle, he continued to
pop open each button, pushing it off his shoulders. Hands retreated from his
body only for a moment, the shirt being pulled off the troll’s arms and across
the floor before they were on him once more, grabbing his overly large thighs
and lifting them up with ease, it made John squeak and wrap his arms around the
his neck, he was going to grab his horns but he thought it could be dangerous,
Karkat gets angry when his are touched so he doesn’t want to know if Mr Ampora
would be violent too.
He was carried to the double bed; every ‘guest’ room had a double bed while the
whore rooms only had a basic single bed, Bro was being nice after all, he
didn’t want his whores to have back ache and be unable to give him money by
working. They weren’t even comfortable mattresses, one of those feather filled
ones that are hard and don’t actually support anyone at all. The ‘guest’
bedrooms were for clients and so they had to be better quality, they were
bigger, softer and even had more bounce for the more rough times. John didn’t
care all that much about the client as for the bed he was laying on, coming
back to the troll above him and smiling softly, more in content that his back
was on something soft for once, not because he liked this client’s company.
Dave was right; Mr Ampora was a needy, the moment his back hit the mattress,
the troll was on him with kisses and bites on is chapped lips, cold hands
throwing the thin scarf across the room to lay limp on the floor, his underwear
pulled down roughly and legs spread wide over his hips. It was instinct for the
brunette to moan like he actually enjoyed it, the sharp claws appeared menacing
as firm hands gripped his thighs but he kept pretending he was loving every
moment. He didn’t know what to say, what to call him but he knew from what Dave
told him that this troll seriously relished in being worshipped, so he chose
the safe option. “Oh, sir! Grip me tighter!”
For a moment, Mr Ampora had stopped moving as he took in the plea from the
whore below him, then it sunk in and his ear fins fluttered, a soft trill
echoing in his throat and he reached down to yank his tight denim jeans down,
letting his bulge wriggle freely. He pumped the slimy tentacle, glancing down
at the boy who was taking in the sight of a violet blooded bulge, bet he hasn’t
seen one this big before. He was well endowed; all highbloods were but some
more than others, he was glad that he got the good side of the scale when it
came to bulge sizes. Bending down to lean over the whore below him, lining his
bulge up to the soft ass cheeks, knowing that the appendage would wriggle its
way around to find the hole there. His tinted eyes darted up to the boy’s baby
blue orbs then, watching his skin quiver, perhaps in fear or disgust he didn’t
know but he knew the whore was acting when it came to intimacy, it probably
made him cringe and want to cry, but the highblood didn’t care as he penetrated
the boy’s soft hole. “Call me Cronus.”
John didn’t expect the bulge to be that big, he didn’t prepare himself for
something like that because normally the clients he has are small or at a lower
blood caste so he knows they would have small bulges but his. This was insane.
The feeling of a cold, slimy tentacle in his ass was something he didn’t need
or want. Still, he couldn’t fight it as he lifts his legs up to angle the
wiggling bulge deeper inside himself, it was certainly an experience. It was a
bodily reaction for John to moan out when it rubbed against his prostate was
inevitable, what he didn’t expect was that he could clench up on the bulge
inside him and he struggled to keep his legs up, fingers tightening on his
thickened thighs. Cronus fucked inside him then, apparently the feel of his
hole tightening was good for him. The troll didn’t have to move his hips
because his bulge would do all the work for him, wriggling around and getting
friction from John but this seadweller was either determined, sexually
frustrated or was very horny because he placed his hands on either side of the
small whore under him and jack hammered himself inside, as deep as he could
possibly go. It brought a shocked cry and a high pitched whine to John’s lips
and he held onto his legs for dear life, not knowing how long this would go on
or if the troll above him would keep the harsh pace.
What disgusted him the most was that normally he would be trying to keep
moaning and his eyes would be on the ceiling the entire time, praying for the
men to be finished quickly so that he wouldn’t have to suffer the pain of
calling out to a partner that he didn’t love. But this time, his eyes were
straying from the stained ceiling, more concerned with the troll’s flushed
face, his chapped lips torn slightly form those sharp teeth as he bit them to
silence himself, his eyes sneaking down to where he was being pummelled by the
seadweller’s bulge. The slick sounds could barely be heard over his breathy
moans, the air taken out of his lungs because his prostate was being rubbed
with each thrust and John couldn’t hold himself back from arching his back and
calling out for the one giving him the best moment since he came into this
whore house. “Cronus!”
“That’s it, fuckin’ scream for me.” The deep voice was right next to John’s
ear, he didn’t even realise the troll had leaned down and his mouth was
nibbling and sucking away at the pale skin. Cronus was in a world of his own
for a moment there, he thought he was going to cum right then all because of a
whore crying out his name, yet he had asked the kid to say it in the first
place, he was an idiot if he thought that a whore would make him an exception
in the world of pleasure. Still, his mind worked out of his favour, making his
thrusts softer and more intimate than what he normally does, his bulge curling
and almost stroking the walls of the boy’s hole. It was unnatural for him to be
doing this, Cronus knew he should stop or hit the boy but it twinged in his
chest, the need to protect that he should only get when he had flushed feelings
for someone. When he glanced down at the John, he noticed the pale skin has
turned pink as the boy’s breath hitched with every thrust of the his hips, the
timid cock between thick thighs was leaking precum and twitching with need to
be touched. It seems the whore wanted this as much as he did and Cronus decided
he needed this to be worth the kid’s while too, give him something good to
remember him by.
He slowed his pace down enough that it would make the boy think about what he
was up to, before he leaned up onto his knees and pulled the whore up onto his
lap. The squeak erupting from John’s lips was an accident but it didn’t stop
the purr in Cronus’ throat, his clawed hands grabbing the boy’s hips and
setting him down snug on his hips so that his bulge could get deeper inside of
him. “I want you to take pleasure in this too, boy.”
“Oh fuck…” The air got pushed out of John’s lungs when the troll whispered into
his ear, sending shivers down his spine and his hole clenching around the thick
bulge inside him. His legs wrapped around Cronus’ hips and his arms ended up
being brought to the troll’s shoulders, clinging on as his hips swivelled and
rocked, feeling the spark of pleasure with every rub against his prostate. This
wasn’t like any other type of client before, he was actually feeling something,
almost an urge to be with this troll and let him take over completely. He clung
to those cold shoulders, legs spread wide around the troll’s hips as he moaned
in the pleasure he thought he lost while stuck in this brothel. Cronus grabbed
and held on to the younger boy, letting him take control of the speed, he had
his fun for now and he wanted to see what kind of person John really was in the
bedroom when he wasn’t wrecked with an overpowering partner.
The sounds of slick slapping echoed around the room as the two found a certain
rhythm; John would roll his hips and feel the tentacle writhe around his
insides while Cronus would thrust his hips up to make his bulge reach deep
inside the boy. They became hot and heavy, even leaning in for a couple of
kisses which ended up having John’s lips being cut up a bit. Hands gripped any
part of skin they could, grabbing and not letting go as they both drove
themselves towards their impending orgasms. Cronus’ material sack was filling
up and he was so close to seeding the whore above him, riding him with the
young hand rubbing his cocklet raw. “That’s it, squeezing around me, fuck. I
can tell you want to cum.”
“Sir, ah. Fuck, yeah. Cronus!” John’s mind was a blur of pleasure he hadn’t
felt in a long time, his eyes dazed in and out of consciousness. He needed this
as much as his client did, it was like something inside him just snapped all of
a sudden and he needed to release what he had been holding in for so long.
Being under customer after customer, mostly overweight and sweaty men who
couldn’t get their fill by looking up panties and satisfying their thrill by
fucking a kid half their age. Still, this was completely different than
spreading his legs for someone he didn’t know and didn’t like; Cronus for
starters was a young looking troll and he was certainly good looking. Something
about him screams desperate but it’s not as if it’s his fault, John gets a vibe
from him that he just wants to be with someone even if that meant just sitting
with someone and knowing they were there for him. John can do just that, even
if the massive bulge inside him was stirring up his insides in the best way
possible, he held on tight and showed his way of support by bouncing himself up
and down on the troll.
He could feel himself close to the edge and he voiced his desperate need to
climax, Cronus wasn’t far behind and he wrapped his big arms around slender
hips, gripping and pushing him down harder on his bulge, needing to go as deep
as he possibly can so he can fill the boy with his material. They groaned in
unison as the tentacle inside John curled into his prostate, making him clench
up tight, splurting thick cum between their stomachs. John hadn’t come in so
long and shuddering violently in pleasure, gripping the troll’s zig-zag horns
without a care in the world, he needed something to ground him from writhing.
Cronus couldn’t take the insistent squeezing on his bulge and he held the boy
to sit down fully on his lap, needing him to stay still so that he could ride
out the strong waves of climax driving through him. He leant forward and with
those sharp teeth, bit down on John’s shoulder to silence himself as his violet
material started pouring out of his bulge and into the boy, claiming that ass
for himself.
They sat there for a moment, riding out both of their orgasms and just
pleasantly being in each other’s arms. Cronus had unlatched his mouth from the
boy’s skin and kissed it as an apology, watching the red blood dribble out of
the small holes and suppressing his urge to growl because red blood wasn’t
something he saw every day and that John wasn’t even a troll so he shouldn’t
even feel that way, yet here we are. Changing the topic in his mind, he rubbed
the soft back and pulled him off his bulge, letting the tentacle go limp and
sink back into its sheath. The material that flowed out of John was quick and
made the boy shiver in a mix of disgust and arousal. “That was good.”
“Was it? I’m glad.” He let the boy lay down on the wet mattress and watched him
exhale, the ribcage poking out of the pale skin, it made Cronus want to buy him
just to feed him. He needed to have a big meal for his stomach, maybe he should
bring some food over next time he’s coming. The hand that touched his was a
shock for the moment before he relaxed, letting the whore entwine their
fingers, albeit a little difficult with the webbing between his.
“Yeah, best I’ve had since I came here.” The satisfactory sigh that came from
John was like a pride for Cronus, he was able to give something to the human
that no one else has given to him yet and it made his chest puff. John noticed
the smug look in those tinted eyes and let out a breathy giggle, leaning in to
kiss the troll’s cheek. “You can come back to see me whenever you want, not
like I can stop you anyway.”
“I was planning on it.” They stayed there together until the hour was up, not
speaking at all; they didn’t need to, the moment they were in didn’t ask for a
conversation and so it wasn’t given. They simply stared up a the ceiling or
leaning in to give each other a kiss, never going so far as to go another round
because at the moment they were fulfilled. A knock on the door to signalled
that their time was up and Cronus had to leave. For a moment, something inside
John twinged with regret; he didn’t want the troll to go without him and he
couldn’t go with him because he was a simple whore.
They broke apart and started to get changed, the silence between them was an
awkward taste in both of their mouths but they opened the door and let the
servants in to clean up the room. John led his client down the stairs and to
the door, where Bro was waiting with an emotionless grin he always seemed to
wear, to make it ironic for himself. Cronus gave the key back and nodded his
head as a token for thanks, Bro chuckled and pocketed the key. “I will come
again, and I will request John once more.”
“I’ll make sure he is open for you. Did you enjoy your time, Johnny boy?” The
gloved hand thumped onto John’s sore behind, making him flinch in shock for a
second before responding the same as normal.
“Yes, sir.”
“Well then? What do you say to your customer?” His ass was squeezed again and
Cronus had to resist the growl when he saw the pain rush through John’s face
for a second.
“Thank you for choosing me, Mr Ampora.” John had to be kind in front of Bro and
so he bowed his head in respect, keeping things formal. It hurt Cronus that he
was being put into a box of simple clients but he knew it was more and so he
opened the door and left, letting the door click shut, got into his car and
drove away, already planning when he was free so that he could see John again.
***** Dave/OC *****
Chapter Summary
     “No, that body is mine to use as I wish.”
Chapter Notes
     Warning: this has dubious consent. If anyone is uncomfortable with
     that then please skip to another chapter!
It’s been a couple of days since John had been with Mr Ampora, the needy troll
who always made his life a living hell, those claws were always a bit too sharp
on his ass and his teeth were constantly on his skin, drawing up that ruby red
blood he hates so much. He could tell that they hit it off because John wasn’t
crying when he returned to their room, like he normally is when coming back
from that asshole. Instead, he rubbed antiseptic cream into the bite mark on
his shoulder and let out a depressed sigh. It was strange but when he asked,
the brunette just replied with a wave of his hand, stating that he was alright
and no one should worry about him. Quite the difference from his natural buck
toothed smile.
It struck alarm bells in Dave’s head but he wasn’t going to let John relive
anything and let it pass for now, knowing it would be rude to keep prying,
especially if it was something that triggered the boy while he was with that
troll. They ate together like normal, stayed in their rooms while they weren’t
being used for profit and spoke quietly as to not wake anyone up; Karkat was
practically always asleep because he was the only troll in the whore house and
as so, he was always the target for the nasty ones to come in and use him as
they saw fit. The servants let him be to recover because he was always so
violent when it came to being cleaned up, he and John were the only ones that
could help him out in a tough times because he could tolerate us enough to get
the job done.
At the moment the three of them were sitting on his bed, enjoying the stale
bread that the servants gave them; it wasn’t enough for them to gain strength
and possibly fight back, but it was sustenance that they wouldn’t keel over any
minute if they were used by the clients, just how Bro liked it. Karkat was
laying down, ripping the bread up with his sharp teeth and chewing with all his
might, huffing at the bland flavour. “This tastes like shit.”
“When does it not?” John replied with a bored tone, pulling the food with his
fingers in hopes that it’ll soften up if put into tiny bits. Karkat and John
didn’t get along very well and would often argue; Dave thought it was because
they couldn’t get their anger out any other way, they couldn’t fist fight
because it would injure merchandise and they would both be punished, they
couldn’t self-harm because again it would affect the price of the whore. They
ended up just giving each other snide remarks and shouting at each other a lot,
which calmed them down enough that they could sit down without interfering with
each other. Dave didn’t mind if they argued, what he didn’t like was the fact
that John was putting crumbs in his bed, the prick. Dave agreed with the small
horned troll, they could at least put some butter or jam on the bread to give
it something they could enjoy.
The doors were always closed when it came to the whore’s rooms, it is best that
their living conditions were hidden from the clients just in case Bro gets
called out for neglecting their needs. It was the only good thing in this
place; with the door shut, they could talk quietly and have their privacy
without anyone bothering them about shutting up or talking about what the
whores do in their free time. It was strange to think that people could carry
on like normal, like this was meant to happen in their lives, being left here
to be used and abused until they were too old to be manipulated. Most of the
children hated it here but they knew they couldn’t get away and so they
suffered in silence because they would only be punished if they screamed or
tried to run away. It was disgusting to think about the punishment that the
runners went through, they spent two weeks with Bro, who knows what they
endured but from the wild sobbing in the night, everyone knew it was best not
to ask. What Dave found absolutely detestable was the fact that some children
loved being here and took every day as a blessing, like brainwashed, sex crazed
addicts; they would eat in blissful silence and go to the clients wishes, doing
what they were best at and when they came back they would even masturbate,
whining for someone else to use them like a sex toy.
Utterly revolting.
He was glad he would never turn out like that, he knew better than to be bended
by the whims of his brother’s whorehouse. He would be in here for another two
years and then thrown out, he would make a living for himself on the streets
for a while but then he would make sure to get into a respectable work place
and even get a place for himself so that when John gets kicked out, he would
come live with him and they would support each other, it had been all figured
out. He would never get sucked into the world of prostituting ever again, he
will promise himself.
There was a knock at the door then and three boys lifted their heads in fear;
that only meant one thing because whores don’t leave their rooms when they’re
not being called and Bro would never knock, the door creaked open to reveal a
servant. They all wished that it was something different, that it was just a
call to be washed but they knew they weren’t going to be that lucky. “Dave, a
guest has asked for you.”
John placed his hand on his friend’s knee out of silent support and the servant
shut the door again to wait for the boy to get dressed up. He knew it but what
he wanted to know was why was it always him? It was like his brother made sure
he was the most popular whore in this place, perhaps it was punishment. He
didn’t know and it didn’t matter because he was still going to be here until he
was too old to be taken care of. But he continued on like it was normal,
getting off the bed and pulling the blanket off himself and checking his hair
and face in the mirror in case he needed to put a little cover up on. He sorted
out a couple of stray hairs and patted the cover up cream onto a scratch above
his eyebrow where he was scratched by a troll who got a bit rowdy with hair
pulling. Pulling the strap of the red thong and letting it snap back into
place, he went to the door and heard his friends say their good lucks to him as
he shut the door behind him and started down the stairs where he could see his
client waiting for him, standing next to Bro.
He was dressed in a fancy suit, his shoes look polished and shiny but no matter
how much they primped themselves, they would always be dirty perverts in Dave’s
eyes. He hid the scowl he was wearing with an emotionless expression, bowing
his head and speaking the sentence they all knew off by hearts, with a toneless
voice. “Thank you for choosing me, sir.”
Of course he wasn’t happy that he was picked continuously, staring up at a
dirty ceiling as his legs were spread and his ass penetrated by dirty men’s
cocks. It wasn’t what he wanted his youth to be like, but it wasn’t as if he
could run away, so he dealt with the man grinning and leaning in to grab at his
hips and ass. Of all the things his brother was, the only thing he was good for
was the fashion; he knew exactly what colors would fit a child and made sure
that it would accentuate their best parts. Dave was dressed in a red thong, and
a see through red shirt to match. It was humiliating that he couldn’t hide
himself even when he wasn’t doing his job, made to be watched, his ass on
display and his nipples pert from the cold building. What was worse, he
couldn’t even wear his sunglasses to hide his freakishly red eyes from everyone
and so had to deal with some of his guests making him close his eyes, even
calling him a demon, as if molesting and fucking a teenager wasn’t worth that
title as well. Of course, the clients loved the fact that Dave had only a red
thong on his lower half, easier to get everything off and it made his ass stand
out. While the rest of his body was bony and lack lustre, his ass was the only
thing that had some meat to it that the guests could grab and knead to their
wishes.
The man continued to grope Dave as he took the key off of his brother, shooing
them off to a room so that the client could get his money’s worth. Dave started
walking and didn’t care that the man had to follow along behind like a lost
puppy, he would have to wait until they got into the room before he would ruin
the boy. Dave unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was a pretty average
room; a queen sized bed with an actual mattress, a carpet in case they wanted
to fuck the whore on the floor and a window to have a view. Only two rooms for
the guests had bathrooms and they were only given out if the client wanted to
have more than five hours with the whore or if they were into a certain kink
that needed a bathroom.
He felt sweaty hands on his hips then and cringed a little before returning to
his emotionless face, letting the door shut on its own as he was pulled to the
man’s chest. His breath smelled like cigarettes and garlic, it was disgusting
and made Dave want to push away but he knew he would be in trouble if he did
and so he leant his head on the man’s shoulder, letting his body be touched up
by those sausage fingers. “I heard that you’re a real pain lover.”
Where did he hear that? It wasn’t that he loved pain, it was more that he could
tolerate the pain because his brother taught him to harden up at such a young
age. Still, he couldn’t explain this and simply kept quiet, letting out a small
gasp when a hand slipped up under his see-through shirt and pinched a nipple
harshly. Fuck that hurt, asshole. “Mmm…”
“So you really do love it, huh? I’ll make sure to give you a lot.” The man had
a strange accent, it didn’t sound American at all, more Scandinavian. Still, it
didn’t matter because his shirt was being pulled off and across the room. The
next thing he knew, he was being pushed down on the bed, letting out a soft
moan at the softness of the covers because goddamn it had been a long time
since he could feel that against his body. It would have been even better if it
weren’t for the fucking gorilla behind him yanking his thong down and spreading
his ass open to get a good look at Dave’s hole. “I’m not cruel enough to go in
dry though, sorry.”
He wasn’t going to complain.
He let out a soft whimper when cold lube was poured onto his hole, slicking him
up enough for the man’s finger to be pushed inside. He seemed to not know
anything about prepping a person for anal sex by the way he was stirring his
finger like he was testing the temperature of a bath, he didn’t seem to give a
single fuck if his nails weren’t cut down, letting the nail scratch
uncomfortably against the walls of Dave’s hole. The pace changed when he man
started thrusting another finger inside, slicking those sausages up with
another generous amount of cold lube poured on his ass, creating a thick
squelching noise from Dave.
He couldn’t stop himself from the groan rippling out of his throat when his
prostate was bumped into and rubbed almost too roughly to bear. The man let out
a disgusting laugh and let his fingers in deeper so he could brush against that
spot violently, playing with it until Dave felt he couldn’t control his urge to
just beg the man to put his cock inside. It was a defect for him, they trained
them to love anything their clients gave them, needing every inch of them as
they would be the master for however long their paid for. Dave just wanted to
get it over with so the man could run out of stamina and leave him alone,
rocking his hips back with a needy whine to entice the man. He could barely
concentrate with his prostate being hit like that repeatedly, he felt raw
inside and his ass was twitching with sensitivity. “You slut, look at you
trying to suck my fingers in.”
“Mm… Want you...” Dave turned his head to look back at the man who was now
sweating like a pig, he felt humiliated and growled the words out in a plea,
despising his own voice for sounding so well used and broken. Every syllable
made him want to vomit and he hated that he needed just a little more to get
himself off. The man seemed to love that tone though and pulled his fingers
out, unzipping his trousers and pulling his cock free from the confines,
stroking that disgustingly tiny cock, the base covered in his pubic hair it was
so gross he had to look away, at least he was small so it wouldn’t hurt when he
was violated for the umpteenth time.
The man dumped another thick glob of lube onto his cock and rubbed it firmly,
lining himself up before thrusting inside, letting out an almost animalistic
gurgle of a moan when the tightness of Dave’s ass clenched around him. He held
onto those thin, bony hips as he began to hump against his ass, trying to get
his small dick deep as it could possibly go. “Fuck even with my fingers in you,
you’re still like a virgin.”
Dave stayed as quiet as he could, only letting a few breathy moans escape as
the tiny cock inside him brushed against a sensitive part of his inner walls.
Inside he was almost to burst with wrath, how dare this man lean over him like
a lover and violate him like this, if there wasn’t the threat of punishment
then he wold have beaten the man’s face in and ran away from here, taking john
with him, but alas he couldn’t do anything, his freedom was dangled in front of
him by his own brother, out of his grasp until he was deemed worthless. His
mind wandered from the scene he was in, to a happier place, turning his head to
the side to stare at the wall.
He wonders what John is doing right now, probably arguing with Karkat again
about something not worth fighting over, yet it still made him smile because
even if they were going at each other, they subconsciously cared about each
other and they licked each other’s wounds when things got worse. If Karkat came
back from a troll client, he would normally get cleaned up and his wounds
patched up by both him and John, which Dave thought was always kind. Same with
John, when he came back from a client and he wasn’t feeling up to talking, or
just wanted a shoulder to cry on, he would either go to Dave and sit silently
next to him or he would climb into the troll’s bed and cuddle up to him. They
would stay together in harmony until the bad aura around them passed and then
they would bicker like fucking children.
Oh, he was moved. His thin arm grabbed and yanked sideways so that his body
twisted and rolled over, that small wiener of a dick pulled out of him for a
moment before his legs were lifted up and put over the man’s sweaty shoulders.
With this position, Dave could stare up at the ceiling and contemplate the
world again, maybe check out a few stains to see if there were any more to pick
out. Ah, so there was; a thick spatter near the middle, a troll must have used
this room for something and squirted up at the top, that’s a strong gush right
there, wow. With this, the man could now hit straight on his prostate, angling
just deep enough if he tried but the sweaty beast above him wasn’t concerned
about a whore’s satisfaction, he was just there to be a warm fuck hole for a
paying customer, still he played along with it, unable to feel the pleasure
that sex was meant to give him. “Oh, yes. Give me more.”
“You love this don’t you?” Not really, he was making the best out of a terrible
situation. “You must get off to this every night, playing with the cum left
inside you from strangers.”
That made Dave cringe a little because while the man was true, he had to deal
with the fact that he wasn’t going to be able to get clean until the end of the
day and therefore have cum stuck inside his ass, if it wasn’t going to leak out
anytime soon. But he would never play with himself, he felt unworthy of self-
love because his body was controlled no matter how hard he tried to rebel. He
wouldn’t be like a doll for Bro to play with, he refused. He stayed silent
while the man breathed his garlic breath down, panting heavily as the speed
became faster, and apparently the man was feeling the need to come or something
because he was getting jerky. “I wonder, if I put my hands around your neck and
squeeze, would you scream?”
Wait what? “Ah—.“
But it was too late, those fat fingers were wrapped around his throat and
started to tighten, making Dave gasp and cough weakly, grabbing those sweaty
wrists and struggled to pull away. He wasn’t used to this, his clients would
normally just hit him or scratch, maybe spank or pull his hair, no one was
stupid enough to kill a whore. Bony legs kicked at the man’s shoulders as Dave
attempted to free himself but the man’s strength was more than his would ever
be, making sure his grip was tight like a vice around the soft flesh of the
blonde’s neck. Dave coughed more as his airways were being cut off, he couldn’t
breathe. He couldn’t—.
Was this it? Was he going to die like this? With a sweaty pig of a man fucking
into him with that tiny cock? “Fuck yeah, tightening up around me.”
Black spots were coming into his vision, he couldn’t fucking breathe and this
man was getting off on it, what a fucking psycho. He was going to die, coughing
in attempt to put air into his lungs just a little more, he needed to fill his
lungs. He needed to breathe. He needed help.
His struggles were slowly getting weaker, grip falling from his wrists and lay
limp on the bed, legs hung over the man’s shoulders as the pig let out a groan,
filling up Dave’s insides with his disgusting cum. He could vaguely feel it
warming up his ass but he was more focused on trying not to black out, the
world around him just fading out slowly. Those fat fingers released their hold
on Dave’s neck and the blonde suddenly gasped loudly, everything coming back to
him now that he had oxygen to take in, and by fuck did he take it in. He
swallowed down the much needed air into his lungs like a thirsty man with a
bottle of water. The man pulled himself away as there was a knock on the door,
signalling that his time was up. The only saint that Dave was thankful for
while in this whorehouse was that knock because he knew who was on the other
side, the servants would come in and clean up the rooms, getting it all set up
and ready for the next customer to use with a whore. It wasn’t a nice job
cleaning up some random stranger’s semen from the sheets or wherever it was
splattered, but it was far better than doing the deed that actually caused all
that mess to begin with. He needed to catch his breath, reaching up and rubbing
over the bruises already starting to form over his neck, his eyes watering from
the pain and blinking away the black dots from his eyesight.
The man zipped up his trousers and opened the door, bidding farewell and didn’t
even turn around, nodding at the female servant who was holding a basket for
the sheets. She stepped to the side to let the client past and he strode away
quickly without a second thought about the teenager he almost strangled to
death in the heat of the moment, a second more and it would have looked like
the man was running from the scene of a murder. The servant was an Asian lady,
she had been too old for them to keep her as a whore so she became a maid for
the rooms and also helped out with cleaning the whores. Even though she looked
like she was fifteen, she was actually thirty eight years old, and knew the
whorehouse like the back of her hand, she didn’t have anything else to do
because she was left here at the age of five, raised by the man who passed this
house onto Bro. Dave knew her well because he grew up with her by his side; she
was always the one who he would come to when he had a scraped knee or a graze
from fighting with his brother, she wiped his eyes when he was crying and when
he was old enough to be selling his body, she would give him her coat for a
while to warm himself up in. While his brother was cruel, Bro made sure that
she would be with him to clean up afterwards because Dave wouldn’t open up to
just anyone and she was always sensitive to his needs.
Her hair was braided into a plait that hung over her shoulder, her face round
and filled with a childish innocence, no one would ever expect that she used to
spread her legs to strangers. She walked without a sound, as if floating into
the room and coming over to Dave who was still trying to gain back his breath.
She was sympathetic towards him and knelt down in front of the blonde as he sat
up, wheezing from his damaged windpipe. “Are you alright?”
“He’s a fucking psycho, almost killed me.” Dave croaked out feebly, tilting his
neck to the side so that the servant could have a closer look at the wound. She
was considered the mother of the whores, being the oldest woman in the house
was a perk because she could get away with things that other wouldn’t dream of
due to the fear of being punished by Bro; she would treat the whore’s wounds
and bathe them, giving them more food to fill up their bellies and giving them
just a little more sustenance to help them get by. There had also been rumours
that she had let a whore escape but Dave knew that was a lie, she would tell
him if she did.
“You know what he’s like; ‘business means money, I don’t have the luxury to
throw out people who abuse’. I understand how you feel though, I want them gone
too.” She collected a damp cloth from the basket and lifted up Dave’s thin leg,
wiping away the slowly drying cum from his skin. She ignored Dave’s half hard
cock as she worked with cleaning the boy’s skin, tutting when she noticed how
his ass was leaking. She was used to this kind of treatment, the client would
get their money’s worth and then leave the whores behind to deal with the
clean-up, both psychically and mentally. She wiped him down thoroughly in
silence, letting Dave lean on her for support when he stood up; it was always
hard to gain the strength in their legs after being in a certain position for
so long after having sex. She even located the red thong and passed it to him
to slip up his bony legs and snap the humiliating underwear into place. “Will
you be alright, dear?”
“Yeah. But I refuse to have him again.” Dave grabbed the shirt that went flying
across the room, shoving it on. He doesn’t know why he bothers with using it,
the shirt didn’t provide him comfort or heat, it was just an accessory for the
clients to love. Still, he wouldn’t be beaten down and so he lifted his head up
high and walked out of the room, taking the key out of the lock and going down
the stairs to where his brother was bouncing Cal on his knee, cooing as if the
boy was a baby. “Here. The key.”
“What took you so long?” His demeanour changed then, stopping the jittery knee
and took the key back, giving it to his Lil’ Cal to put on his key chains. He
stared up at his younger brother and took in the strong looking bruises on his
neck, gritting his teeth because it meant he would have to use more make up to
cover that up which meant more money.
“I don’t want him as a client.” Dave stated bluntly, arms crossing over his
puffy nipples, perked up from the cold.
“That’s not your decision to make.”
“Bullshit, Bro. This is my body and I won’t allow that man to do that to me.”
He wanted to put up more of a fight but he couldn’t shout because it was
already hurting his vocal chords to speak, not that he would show that.
“No, that body is mine to use as I wish.” He stated matter of fact, running a
gloved hand down Cal’s thigh and watching his face blush with embarrassment; if
that kid gets flushed just by the simple touch on his leg then fuck knows how
he’s going to deal with perverts he’s never known before fucking his ass. Dave
was about to go off on a tangent about how his brother treats everyone and the
dangers of keeping clients that abuse when Bro lifted a hand to silence him,
already knowing the body language of when Dave was going to snap. “You are
under my roof that is under my name, you eat the food I pay for and you bathe
in the water I paid to heat. You sleep in the bed that I gave you and I am your
boss therefore I own you.”
His voice was like thunder when he spoke and it made Dave shut his mouth
quickly, in fear of another bollocking from when they were younger and he would
get smacked around. Bro stood up and lifted Cal onto his hip, hand supporting
his bottom in case he was going to fall. He patted the boy’s ass, letting the
child wrap around him like some kind of doll before walking away. “Make sure
you cover that shit up round your neck, you have another customer in a couple
of hours; your favourite.”
The rage inside Dave was like fire as he stomped up the stairs once more to go
into his room, slamming the door shut behind him, not even giving a single fuck
about the angry cuddle fest on John’s bed as he face-planted into the terrible
mattress and tried to fall asleep. Fuck Bro, fuck this whorehouse and fuck
those stupid pedophiles who just want to get their rocks off into a kid.
***** Roxy x OC *****
This was the life for her, she wanted it this way and she had made sure she
would get to it. At the age of sixteen, she ran away from home after over
hearing a couple of people talking about a certain building that takes in
children and doesn’t let them out, heavy rumours about children being sold off
to strange men. Roxy had always wanted this ever since she was young, finding
porn sites at a very early stage and watching them being fucked raw, it made
her legs quiver with need and her pussy wet with delight.
She had her hair up with curlers, keeping them in until she had a client so
that it was always in a perfect twist. She prided herself in her appearance and
in Bro’s opinion, was one of the best looking girls in this place but maybe
that’s swayed because she comes into his room sometimes. No matter, it was
still a compliment to her.
She completely understood why people didn’t want to be a part of this
institution; either they didn’t choose it because they were left at an
orphanage and then brought here or they were dropped off at the doorstep by
their parents who didn’t want them anymore. Maybe they thought being a whore
would be a cool job but then changed their mind and now they can’t get out of
it, they’re stuck to work here. Perhaps it was a debt that their parents owned
and they had to give up their kids to the owner previous to Bro to pay it off,
how mysterious, so many theories!
Moving on from that, Roxy took a swig of vodka from the bottle she hid under
her pillow. Because of her little addiction to alcohol, she was happy all the
time due to being drunk, it was the best feeling for her to be out of control
and being tended to by her clients. The drinks made her louder, more confident
in herself and open about doing crazy stuff with the customers who were into
something a little edgy, she loved every moment when they were fucking her. Bro
let her have one bottle a week because he was stingy about money but she could
persuade him to give her two if she came into his room a couple times a week to
show how good she gets paid. She didn’t mind that Bro gave her lots of
attention, in fact she loved it and she didn’t care if people were giving her
looks of disgust or rage because they were just jealous of those rough hands
being on her preciously smooth skin. Most of the time she didn’t worry about
what other people thought because she was either too drunk or too horny; why
make a fuss if you can’t change anything? She was always going to love
attention and people just had to deal with it.
At the moment she was checking herself out in the mirror and making sure her
make-up was on point before making her sure everything was out-right sexy on
her clothes, she was seeing a client very soon. Bro had told her it was her
favourite customer when she went down to see him, but she was more concerned
about swallowing his thick load to care about anything else at the time. The
older man was very good at when it came to making her looking fabulous; she was
dressed up in a neon pink bra to make her small breasts appear cute and
squeezable, along with matching pink panties to hug her tiny ass and a garter
belt to add effect to her hips. Her thighs were the ticket apparently according
to Bro and if he said it then it must have been true, and with this outfit then
her thighs would be the centre of attention. Everything was perfect and she
stood up to leave the room, hiding the bottle of vodka under her pillow after
another quick gulp of the burning fluid, letting it warm up her insides. She
pulled the curler out of her hair and set it on the bed to remind her to slot
it back in after she was finished with her client, taking one last look at
herself in the mirror and admiring the view of her perfectly twisted hair
before leaving to go down the stairs and meet her client.
The man was named Mr Wilkinson, though that probably wasn’t his real name, most
men hid their real names under pseudo ones because they were either married or
didn’t want to be known as going to a whorehouse. She didn’t care that he was a
bit on the pudgy side either because he was as sweet as a candy store, not that
she’s been to one before. He meted her at the bottom of the steps and she
jumped into his arms with a cry of happiness, letting him swing her in a circle
before setting her down and leaning in for a greeting kiss which she accepted
wholeheartedly. He had just got here and had to fork out a couple hundred from
his pocket for two hours, while Bro gave her the key and patted her bum to let
her go, accepting the money and letting him get on his way. With that, Roxy
started running up the stairs, giggling loudly and peeked behind her to see the
man chasing her. “Catch me, daddy. Catch me~!”
They ran to the room and Roxy let herself be pinned to the door, Wilkinson
rubbing his clothed crotch into her backside enough to show the pure want that
he had for her. Roxy let out a feeble moan of need and grinded back, unlocking
the door and almost falling through by the man’s pushing behind her, but
Wilkinson was quick to grab her and carry her to the bed, placing her down and
getting between her thick thighs, spreading them wide to have a taste of
something he had been holding back from for over a week. He licked a wet stripe
up Roxy’s pantie covered pussy, already feeling the heat of her arousal against
his lips as he suckled her clit through the cloth. Roxy just let it happen, her
legs quivering with pure want for more, the alcohol making her feel a little
lightheaded but it was perfect; she felt like she was floating, the pleasure
sparking up her legs and creating warmth in her stomach as Wilkinson pulled the
slightly damp panties to the side to get at her hairless cunt. She loved the
attention that Wilkinson gave her; treating her like a princess to be spoiled
rotten, giving her anything she wanted via gifts, more hours or his time or
just spending his time making sure she came as many times as she possibly could
in the time given.
He lapped at her wet core, craving the savoury yet completely unique taste that
came from Roxy’s precum. She held on tight to the covers, needing something to
ground her or she would probably float away into cloud nine and never return.
Her mouth was babbling everything Wilkinson wanted to hear; he had a huge daddy
kink that she loved to take advantage of, another reason why he thought he
needed to spoil Roxy as a princess. She wasn’t into the kink but it got him off
and that made her happy because if he’s into it, the more passionate the sex is
and the more he will treat her kindly to anything and everything he possibly
could. Her hands removed themselves from gripping the covers to grabbing at
Wilkinson’s hair, holding his head still to work on her clit more, her thighs
shaking the closer she came to her first orgasm of the two hour session. The
man got the memo and kept a strong hold of her hips to keep her steady from
bucking up and away from his mouth as he kept licking at her sensitive nub,
feeling it twitch a little under his tongue. “Oh fuck yes! Daddy more, more!”
“Mm…” He could feel her pussy convulsing with her impending orgasm, his tongue
working overtime and his jaw starting to ache but it was all worth it to hear
the pretty little cries of his princess. Her thick thighs clamped around his
head as she came, her cunt ripe and wet once more for him to slip a finger
inside and get to work, jabbing inside her in upward motions, attempting to get
at her special spot. Roxy was a wave of pleasure, she had just finished cumming
and now she was over sensitive, letting out pathetic whines as Wilkinson
entered another finger inside her and fucked up to her g-spot, making her
writhe and beg for daddy. No matter how many times she tried to refuse him, a
few minutes later she would be pleading him to give her more, and Wilkinson was
always happy to oblige to whatever his little princess needed.
He pulled his face away from her crotch to get a good look up at her face,
watching her expressions change from exhaustion and pain to pleasure and
desire. He loved everything about her and one day when she is old enough, he
will try and buy her, he has tried before but the owner doesn’t let him,
probably something to do with her bringing in so many customers with her
beautiful complexion and tipsy demeanour. His fingers sped up in her pussy, the
slapping sounds echoing out throughout the room as his hand worked overtime to
give her another orgasm. Roxy’s thighs were jiggling from the effort he was
putting in and didn’t even care if his hand was starting to cramp, he wanted
his princess to clench around him and have another climax. She couldn’t hold
herself back from reaching up and grabbing his shoulders, clinging tight as her
pussy was abused, moaning open mouthed as she rippled through her second
orgasm, her thighs clenching and shaking with urgency as her client fucked her
roughly through the bliss with his fingers.
After a couple waves of this along with the alcohol, Roxy was a pliant as a
doll; able to be used in any way that her client would want her, if it’s
roughly or gently she wouldn’t complain once and that was one of the best
things Wilkinson loved about her favourite whore. He pulled her underwear down,
thinking it must be uncomfortable being on the side of her thigh and then
spread her legs, letting her get comfortable in the pillows before reaching
over to the bedside table to grab a condom and unwrapped it, rolling it up his
cock. He glanced up at the whore’s face, noticing her dazed eyes and her vacant
smile of pure content, she would let him do anything he wanted on her but he
wouldn’t be that cruel to her, she was daddy’s little princess. He scooted up a
little more before entering her with his cock, letting out a huff of breath
against her shoulder before starting to thrust his hips gently, watching her
little breasts sway in her bra. “You love this don’t you baby girl?”
“Yes daddy, give me more. Give me all of you.” Her arms wrapped around his
shoulders again as she held on for the ride, feeling the older man’s dick deep
inside her, rubbing up against all of her walls, getting raw with the need to
go faster already. She loved having a dick inside her, anything she could
possibly get was alright with her because she was being filled, that’s why she
was the best when it came to people coming in groups, she would be passed
around man to man and fucked into nearly passing out, she would be filled to
the brim with stranger’s cum and still be begging for someone else to be inside
her. At the moment she wasn’t going to ask for something else to be inside her
because she knew that Wilkinson doesn’t like it when she asks for something
else to be fucking her holes while he’s playing with her and so she simply
stroked his hair, carding the locks through her fingers as he rocked his dick
up in her core.
His pace was getting out of control and she knew it, encouraging him to go
faster and harder into her ‘special girl spot’ as his balls drew up to his
impending climax. He never wanted this to end, pulling Roxy’s bra down and
latching onto one of her tiny breasts, suckling the perked nipple and feeling
her cunt clench around his throbbing cock. Wilkinson couldn’t hold it in
anymore, letting out a rugged groan and tightening his teeth on Roxy’s abused
little teat to make her moan out in pleasurable pain as he came inside her
tightening walls. She of course couldn’t handle the strong assault of grinding
on her poor little nipple, which felt too good and the warm feeling of
Wilkinson filling her up, the burning desire in her to be full of cum and
treated like a breeding mare for anyone’s enjoyment was too much for her. She
came again with a wail of pure delight, the inner walls of her cunt rippling
and milking her client’s cock dry of all the sperm he could possibly leak out.
They lay there in heavy air, their panting the only sound that could be heard
in the room and Roxy thinks to herself if this also happens when Wilkinson
fucks his wife or girlfriend, the silence is peaceful for both of them and she
loves it. Her clinging has gone limp to simply resting her delicate hands on
his shoulders, legs splayed out on the bed as he pulled out of her and rolled
onto his side, snuggling up to her once more. If someone peeked into the room
right now, Roxy guessed that they would defiantly look like a truly satisfied
couple in love. Thinking about it now, the woozy feeling of being tipsy had
faded off and that meant the alcohol was no longer controlling her system, she
knew that she didn’t drink enough. No matter, she can just gulp a couple more
swigs before her next client comes in.
Speaking of clients, she was being rolled over onto her front, her ass being
lifted and kissed by Wilkinson’s chapped, warm lips. He will always remind her
that he loves to spoil his little princess and soon his mouth was on her pussy,
sucking out the cum he had just spurted inside her. She felt a little bad that
he spent all this money just to spoil her but if he wants that then she wasn’t
going to complain, spreading her legs a little for his tongue to go deeper.
“Feels good, daddy…”
They spent the rest of their time exploring each other’s bodies like they
didn’t know them enough, fingers slid against skin and sighs became cries of
pleasure once more. It came as a shock when there was a knock on the door and
Wilkinson let out a soft moan of disapproval at the timing, his fingers knuckle
deep inside Roxy’s pussy and attempting to bring her to her sixth orgasm of the
day. It always seemed like they just wanted to freak her out by knocking really
loudly, but she got her own back by grinding down in a final trill as he came.
As her legs were still shaking, Wilkinson slid off the bed and started to get
changed, making sure he was in pristine condition once more before turning to
his princess and helping Roxy get changed with her jello legs.
They couldn’t help themselves when a couple more kisses were exchanged when
Roxy led them out the door and down the stairs to the entrance of the whore
house, they simply needed to break the rules a little, but it would always make
Wilkinson feel special enough to come back again and again, which Bro didn’t
have a problem with. The client left with a soft click of the front door and
Roxy turned to her boss, giving him the keys and a sly wink before making her
way up the stairs again to her much desired vodka. But not before hearing Bro’s
drawl tone coming from behind her. “Don’t forget you have another customer in
an hour.”
She couldn’t wait.
End Notes
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