The Whore House
Carla slowly approached the intimidating building located on East Street. She sighed and looked up at it. It was now or never.
She started to ascend the steps, cautiously, as though afraid of what might await her. She reached the top of the stairs, and pushed the heavy double doors open, stepping into a large, nicely decorated lobby. She immediately noticed the check-in desk, and made her way to it.
“Hello,” she said timidly, “I’ve never been here before. Perhaps you can help me? There should be an appointment. Carla Sanders.”
The gorgeous receptionist looked up from her computer, flashed Carla an understanding smile, and comforted her. “You’re obviously nervous. Don’t worry. Everyone here is a complete professional. Oh yes, I do see your name here. I have you down for Sammi, room 201B. Up the stairs to the left. Have Fun!”
Carla giggled nervously and made her way through the halls to the room that the receptionist had told her about. “Here I go,” she thought. She thrusted the door open. She was greeted by a very purple room. Pictures of naked men and women hung from the lavender walls, and on the far wall there was a magnificent bed, drapped in sheer purple cloth of different hues. Carla thought immediately of a belly-dancer’s garb.
There was a women on the bed. She was very beautiful, with blonde hair, brown eyes, and legs for days. She had obviously natural breasts, yet they were still good-sized. She was dressed in extremely provacotive clotheing. It was all lace, pink, and very see-through. Carla’s nipples got hard at the sight of her, and her pants got noticably wet.
“I’m Sammi,” the women said, “come here. Sit down.”
Carla did as she was told. In no time at all, the two women were locked in a passionate kiss. Carla’s silk panties were now dripping in anticipation. Soon, Carla was stripped down to her matching bra and panties, ready for whatever was about to happen.
Sammi giggled. “You certainly look excited.”
Carla moaned and pushed Sammi backward onto her back, and straddled her from atop. They kissed for awhile longer, and started to grind their pussies together, their pleasure mounting with each movement. Suddenly, Sammi stopped, got up, and walked across the room. Carla could tell she was getting something from a drawer and messing around with it. She wondered what it could be.
She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Sammi turned around, a strap-on dildo attached to her hips.
‘Mmmm,” moaned Carla, anticipating what would happen next. Sure enough, sammi bounded back to the bed and started to furiously pump Carla’s slit, causing her to yell out.
“You like that? I sure do,” whispered Sammi. Once again, Carla just maoned. All of a sudden, her body started to convulse, an intense rippling of pleasure running through her veins.
The door opened. Carla gasped, scared that she was “caught”. A half- dressed man strided in, his abs rippling. A noticable bulge was being proclaimed through his tight pants upon seeing what was going on.
Without a word, he marched to the bed, turned Carla over, and started pumping her ass. Carla screamed in pain. Or was it pleasure?
Sammi, upon seeing this, wiggled herself underneath Carla to her sopping wet cunt, and started to lap up all her juice. Carla had an immediate orgasm, once again moaning and groaning in delight.
This little circle continued for another hour, each person orgasming, screaming, and begging for more. Finally, Carla had to leave. She washed up, dressed, and went back to the lobby to pay. She would definitely be back.