by Anthology
“Now you’re perfect.” He grins up at me. Leaving me standing there in nothing but my garter, he leans in, kissing my wet pussy lips, tongue swirling around my clit. I can’t believe this is my life. I have the same gorgeous man in my bed every night, loving me, fucking me, treating me like a queen. Every day with Deacon is an adventure. Him eating me out in the middle of my shop is high on the list of incredible adventures. Knowing Deacon, he will have that topped by the end of the night.
“I see my fashion show only made it to one outfit before you had to fuck me,” I giggle between moans.
“You should not be surprised by this babe. My dick is always at the ready to fuck this pretty pussy.” He catches me in his gaze as he flattens his tongue, licking the length of my pussy.
“Then you better whip that bad boy out right the fuck now,” I demand. All his teasing has me horny as fuck.
Deacon sits back on the leather bench in the middle of the room, and unzips his pants, pulling out his already hard cock. My tongue glides across my lips, watching the beads of pre-cum dripping down his shaft. I step between his legs and turn my back to him, wiggling my ass close to his face. He leans in, sinking his teeth into my left cheek, making me squeal. His hands take purchase of my hips, positioning me over his cock. Slowly, I sink down on his thick length until he fills me to the hilt. That first thrust of his cock is almost my undoing. He envelops me in his arms, and I am home. I started out as Deacon’s lucky charm, now he has become mine.
The Pussy Cat
Written by Amelia Oliver
Copyright © 2017 Amelia Oliver
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons living or dead, events or locales are entirely coincidental.
Chapter One
Calico
The bell chirps, alerting us to men on the property. It rings through the whole house like a dinner bell. No matter my mood, as soon as I hear it, I perk up. Nothing can get me out of my bed faster than the sound of that bell, and knowing cock is waiting. I love the morning guests. Being fucked in the morning is my favorite time. Anyone who comes for sex in the morning, knows what to expect. He’s hard up from the night before, maybe he’s been working all night and wants a slow fuck with a pliant woman. They usually come fast, most of the time they can be talked into staying a little while, and being worked up again. The whole deal is to make as much money off a guy as you can.
Marcus insists on pushing the sale, doing anything, saying anything to get it. I don’t have a hard time talking them into staying, especially if he’s got a fat wallet. I have no shame, no lie is too big. No act is too much, I like it all. That’s why I’m in this business, the business of being a whore, I love being fucked. There’s no reason for why I love men so much, other than I’m a red-blooded woman. Cock’s one of the first things I remember. From a young age, I wanted men. What they had between their legs called to me. I didn’t and don’t care who it belongs to, as long as it’s hard and wanting to be inside me.
I throw the sheets off my body, hopping out of bed and grabbing my long red silk nightie off the chair. It’s got a low V to show off my natural D cup tits, and my nipples and piercings poke through the decadent fabric. Slits on either side all the way to my hips also reveal a lot of leg and a large amount of my tattoos. When I say tattoos, I mean I’m covered in tattoos, from the chin down. When I first started here, I worried they might deter me from getting clients, but I find it’s just the opposite.
I get most of the clients in the morning, and the other girls gladly accept. All the other girls need to be woken up by M when they’re on schedule to work in the a.m., but not me. Like Christmas day, I bound down the hallway and wait just before the main lounge of the brothel and wait for the others. I run my hands through my long, newly colored bleach blonde hair which still has some remnants of curl from last night. I do this repeatedly, fidgeting with expectation. The sounds of groans, not of a sexual nature, but that of being woken up and not happy about it, filter down the hallway. It takes everything in me not to peek around the corner to see the client, if I do then my mind will run wild with what I’ll want to do if he picks me.
One by one the girls come yawning and stretching down the hallway. We line up against the wall, until M walks past me and leads the way for us to enter the front parlor. My eyes find him, sitting on one of the couches near the window. He’s early forties or so, a few days worth of blond and grey growth on his cheeks and chin, and I lick my lips imagining the scratch of it on my skin. He looks tired, but ready for it, I mean that’s why he’s here right? He looks like a business man, they all look like businessmen, and have to be to afford the prices here. He’s in a white dress shirt, tailored black dress pants, and nice shoes.
As we line up before him, I drink in his lean body, his tan muscular arms, the tightness of his shirt over his pecs. I nudge Brooke’s elbow beside me at how hot this guy is. His eyes are brown, and he watches each girl as we enter the room. There’s six of us this morning, and I know I look the most down to fuck.
“All the girls will introduce themselves now,” M says.
Being the first in line, I clear my throat, giving a little smile as I say, “Hi, I’m Calico.”
Our eyes connect, before he watches my mouth as my name pushes past my lips. Then the rest of the girls introduce themselves, and his eyes follow them one by one. I clasp my hands behind my back and try to lower my heart rate, I fucking want him bad.
He nods when the girls are done, and M asks, “Which girl would you like to go back to their room with?”
His eyes stay at the other end of the line, and I can’t remember who’s down there, I wasn’t paying attention. Probably Brooke, she always looks fucking awesome in the morning, like a Disney princess, all smooth and pristine. But then, his eyes dart to mine.
“Calico.”
My pussy instantly flutters when he says my name. Most of the time the guys don’t remember names and they just point at you. But when they do, I fucking love it. I step forward as he rises from the couch, and I reach out a hand. His big, rough hand slides into mine, and again, I get the flutter. The other girls happily head back to their rooms with minimal conversation between them since they’re all going back to sleep.
“What’s your name?” I ask, looking back as I start leading him down the hallway.
“Jacob,” he replies quietly.
“Hi, Jacob, do people call you Jake or just Jacob?”
“You can call me Jake,” he smiles.
I give him a smile back and continue up the steps and down the long hallway towards my room.
“What brings you out here so early this morning?” I ask.
“I just got off a redeye from Japan, needed a little something before I go home.”
I look over my shoulder again, at him, giving him a sweet smile. I wonder if he’s married, but I don’t see a ring, not like it matters anyway.
I’ve been here a few years, so I have one of the best rooms on the second floor. My room’s all creams and whites with splashes of greens and golds on the pillows and rug. I love the contrast of my inked skin compared to the pale femininity of my room. My bed’s a huge canopy with thick fabric that drapes down all four corners, tied back on the banisters with thick green ropes.
I open the door and usher him in, and he takes in the palatial surroundings. The room’s bathed in pale light, since the sun’s barely risen and hasn’t reached the back of the house. The heavy drapes covering my windows are open just slightly, enough to cast a dim glow inside.
“Would you like to take a shower?” I ask him.
“Would you like me to take a shower?” he volleys, looking over at me.
“No,” I step closer. “I’d like you to fuck me.”
His jaw ticks as his eyes scan my body.
“I’d like that too, very much.”
“Do you have enough for that?”
“How much is it?”
I step closer, just a few inches from him.
“Well, to fuck, it’s two thousand.”
“And what does that include? Besides the fucking,” he asks with a smile and I get the flutter.
“Oral on you, straight lay.”
“What about kissing?” he asks, leaning closer, his breath bathing my lips.
“Not on the lips,” I whisper back, running my hand down the buttons of his shirt.
His eyes look down at what I’m doing, and when I reach his belt buckle, I flip my hand over to show him my palm. He gives me another small grin and reaches back to his pocket, retrieving his wallet. I glance down at the thick stack of bills nestled inside and swallow. Before I can let my dirty-self linger on possibility, he sets the money down in my hand.
“Get comfortable,” I tell him, backing up towards the door.
He watches me with dilated pupils, as he tucks his wallet away. Once I close the door behind me, I practically run down the steps to the M’s office and toss the money down on her desk, before heading back to the staircase.
“Hey,” she shouts after me, and I groan, walking backwards to where I just came from.
“Forgetting something?” she says with raised brows, as she tosses two strips of condoms at me.
I jog up the steps, holding the skirt of my nightie to not trip on it, slowing as I reach my door.
“Do you want me to shower?” I ask as I click the door closed.
He shakes his head, and I see he’s unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, including the cuffs at his wrists. I saunter over, running my hand over his shoulder as I lift my skirt and position myself on my knees behind him. Setting the condoms down by the pillows, before my hands run along the fabric of his shirt, sliding under his arms to continue unbuttoning it. I press a soft kiss on his neck, licking the skin there, and he groans. His hands reach back to touch my legs, touching the silk and my bare skin. when I reach the last button, I pull his shirt out from his slacks, snaking a hand down to grasp his hard cock. He moans loudly while dropping his head back onto my shoulder, giving me more room to tease and lick his skin.
I move my body against his, lifting a leg and giving him more of my skin to caress. My hands work on undoing his dress pants, to slide my hand in, looking over his shoulder as I pull him out. He’s thick at the base, decently long shafted, with a nice head to top it off. He’s not the smallest by any means, average for most men I’d say. Size means nothing in my opinion. I’ve had huge cocked men that don’t know what the fuck they’re doing, and small dick men who can fuck me until I collapse from orgasms.
I bite my lip as I run my hand along his dick, he doesn’t trim his pubic hair, but I like that too. I like everything about men, all shapes and sizes, ages, ethnicity, hair no hair, it’s all good to me. My pussy’s getting wet, his reaction to me stroking him is making me hot and ready. He’s gasping, his fingers gripping my thigh, his hips bucking up to meet my fist.
“Stand up,” I whisper in his ear, nipping the lobe.
He takes a deep breath and stands, turning around to face me. My fingers pull down the straps of my nightie, exposing my tits. His hands reach out, palming them with a grumble of unintelligible words and I inhale sharply at the contact. My hand finds the cherry flavored condoms, and I give him a smile as I roll one down, giving his balls a little squeeze as I finish.
“Do you want to lay down, or like this?”
“Like this,” he pants, stepping forward and urging my head down.
My hand pumps him as I get onto my knees, then dip my head and take him into my mouth. The flavor coats my tongue, and I moan from it and his cock.
“Oh God, yes,” he groans, piling all my hair up so he can see me.
He’s not big enough to go down my throat, but I push my face into his groin, his pubes brushing my nose.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he groans.
I hum, before pulling back slowly. I suck hard as I take him half way in a few times, then bury my face in his crotch again.
“That’s going to make me come,” he tells me, stepping back and pulling himself from my mouth.
I give him a needy look, before repositioning myself onto my back. I slip the rest of my nightie off my body, then part my legs and show him the goods. I prefer to keep my pussy bare and waxed, more so for health reasons in this line of work. My eyes watch his as he licks his lips, I’m already wet as fuck and know he can see it.
“You sure you don’t want me to taste that little pussy?” he asks.
I never let any client go down on me. Same with the kissing, I want to save something for when I have sex with someone who’s not a client.
“I’m sure sucking that cock of yours got me ready enough to be fucked,” I reply.
He steps closer, pulling his shirt off his body and I growl at seeing his chest hair. He’s not chiseled, but in good shape, a real man’s body. I like that he doesn’t even bother to take off his pants, as he positons his hips between my legs. His hand pushes one leg back, while the other grasps his shaft, and I feel the blunt head at my opening.
“Grab your tits,” he says through clenched teeth as he pushes inside me.
I smile and bite my lip as he slips inside me, my eyes flutter and I grab my tits, squeezing them in my small hands. I arch my back and take in the sensation of being fucked, my favorite thing in the world as his hands grip my hips. The sounds that come from me are all real, nothing fake about how a man makes me feel. It’s not just his cock. It’s the sounds, the smells, the way he’s clenching his jaw because I feel so fucking good. I grind my hips down and towards him, cupping my tits together and watch his eyes light up. My tongue sneaks out and licks across my cleavage, then lifting my head to lick at one of my nipples.
“Fucking hell,” he growls, pulling my hands down and towards him, fucking me hard and making my tits bounce with his efforts.
Using my hands to pull my body into his cock, I feel the sensation I do this for. My orgasm ignites and has me begging for more and harder, gasping and saying things that men love.
“Ohhh give me that big dick, fuck me harder, yeah, like that…ohhhh fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I chant.
My muscles tighten as my body stills, my mouth falling open, my eyebrows pinching together as my orgasm flows through me. His hips move faster, sweat beading his forehead, his face morphing as he comes. His hands dropping mine as he curls over me, his hands finding purchase on the bed on either side of my head. My body jerks, as my hips continue to move. I feel wetness coating my thighs and know that’s from me since he’s wearing a condom.
“Damn,” he pants against my hair.
“I’m glad you liked it,” I tell him, leaning up to kiss his neck.
He rolls off me, breathing heavy, and I look down at his softening cock against his belly. I curl up beside him, running my hand up and down his chest.
“How much for a few more hours with you?”
****
Jake leaves at two p.m. I thought the man was tired when he arrived, but I guess he wasn’t. He fucked me good and long, and told me he’d be back again.
I strip the sheets off my bed, tossing the used condoms from the floor into my bathroom waste basket. Retrieving a fresh set of sheets and Lysol spray from one of my closets, I spray down the mattress and pillows, setting the sheets on the bedside table to put on later.
I’d asked Jasmine and Brooke to join me in a webcam video, and they arrive to my room together, both already naked. Grabbing my laptop off my desk, we head into my large bathroom and set it on the counter. Removing my nightie, I drop it to the floor and flick on the computer, opening the browser for our website.
We all have pages for clients to look at before they come to t
he house, and also paying online customers who we chat with and do videos for. Going to my page, I click on ‘make a video,’ and instantly I see myself in the video box on the site. I watch as the men who are alerted to when a video is being made begin to join the feed.
I sit on the tub basin as each girl stands on either side of me, backs to the camera as they bend over. I spread my legs and immediately they both use a hand to start rubbing and stroking me, while I reach out and slide a hand between their legs and begin doing the same. Glancing at the video feed to make sure we’re all in the shot, I groan at what I see. Brooke and Jasmine’s wet pussies and asses high in the air as my fingers slide in and out, while I’m in the center background being fingered by the two of them.
****
We have a bachelor party tonight. Guys who come to a whore house for a bachelor party want it hard, everything hard. Marcus told the girls involved, that the men have already picked who they want via the website, so we can remain in our rooms until they come to us. I don’t know what to expect from this man, or what he likes. But the key is for me to feel sexy, to be turned on before he even gets to me.
I take down a few options of what I might want to wear, while doing my makeup naked at my vanity inside my walk-in closet. I’m still getting used to my hair being blonde again, I change my hair color every few weeks, hence my nickname Calico. I’m fairly pale, and now that my hair is bleached, I decide on dark eye makeup and a pale lip. I slip in my small diamond nose stud, and throw a fresh coat of black nail polish on my fingers and toes.