Brothel: The Magnolia Diaries

by Anthology

  I’m feeling frisky, and decide to wear crotch-less black lace panties, and a bra with no cups, just the straps and outline of a normal bra, but nothing covering my tits. Topping it all off, I slide my feet into six-inch black strappy platform heels. Taking me from pint sized, to sky high. I’m only five minutes done being ready, when there’s a knock at my door. I walk over and turn down the lights to a low glow with the dimmer, before pushing down the gold door handle. A man in his late twenties is standing there, and I see M walk behind him down the hallway with five or six men following her as she takes them to their girls. His eyes scan me up and down, as I do the same to him. He’s taller than me in these heels, but not by much. Dressed in a tailored grey suit, a black dress shirt, open at the color with no tie. He has dark hair and eyes, clean-shaven, and in shape.

  “Hi, I’m Calico,” I purr.

  His eyes meet mine, and he gives me a side grin. I move aside and open my door wider and spread my arm for him to enter my room. We continue to drink in one another’s appearance as he struts in past me. Closing the door, I turn to face him.

  “Do you have something for me?” I ask.

  He nods, clearing his head as he reaches inside his suit coat pocket. Handing me a slip of paper, I open it and read, DELUXE.

  I inhale sharply and try to hide my smile, this is my favorite, absolute favorite. Deluxe is everything, oral on him, vaginal, anal, and anything he wants, anyway he wants it. He’s paid at least ten thousand for tonight, and I can hardly wait. Walking closer, he watches my body. First zeroing in on my pussy lips, then my tits as they sway along with my hips. My fingers run along the collar of his shirt, and he looks into my eyes.

  “I knew instantly that I wanted you when I looked on the website,” he says with a lift of the corner of his mouth.

  I inhale his scent, his cologne is warm and automatically creates a throb between my legs.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “When I spoke with Marcus to book you, I told him what I liked and he confirmed you were right for me, swears that you can give me what I want.”

  I swallow, and lick my lips. The idea of what Marcus told him what I like has my breath coming faster. I’m down for anything, and not knowing what he likes is a huge turn on.

  “You want to tell me what that is, or show me?” I whisper.

  His eyes grow dark, and he inhales deeply. He licks his lips and cups my tits, fondling them before his mouth covers one. His lips suck hard, his teeth pulling forcefully at my barbell. He wants it rough, and I am more than willing to oblige. He rights himself before pushing me down onto my knees.

  “Hands behind your back,” he orders.

  I do as he says, interlacing my fingers, thrusting my tits out. My eyes watching as he undoes his belt, then the button and zipper on his slacks. I lick my lips as he reaches into the elastic of his boxer briefs and pulls out a mighty thick cock. I can barely contain my excitement, leaning forward to take him in my mouth. But then his hand is on the back of my head, grasping my hair and keeping my head away. I look up at him with needy eyes, playing into the fantasy that he wants. Not necessarily a submissive, but a cock hungry whore. He oozes dominance and power, the kind of man I like to fuck with.

  “You want my cock?” he growls.

  “No,” I blink.

  “What did you say?” he says through clenched teeth, gripping my hair harder.

  “I don’t want it, I need it,” I groan.

  “Open,” he tells me.

  I part my lips and drop my jaw.

  “More.”

  My mouth opens wider.

  “Stick your tongue out.”

  Again, I do so. I sit there, hands back, tongue out, as he reaches into his pocket. I can tell he’s deliberately taking his time, making me sit here like it’s demeaning or belittling, but it’s not. I’m the only one who has the power to make me feel, I determine my self-worth, not this guy or any guy. My eyes remain on his face as he pulls a condom packet out, and holds it between us as he opens it. His dick is inches from my lips, but I don’t want to suck him bareback, so I can wait. Again, he purposely measures his pace, rolling the latex down his shaft slowly. The hand still at the back of my head, grips my hair tighter and I gasp.

  He begins petting my tongue with his cock head, his hand gripping himself mid-shaft tightly, his knuckles white. I groan, then growl as he continues, this reaction is genuine, because I want to suck his dick this instant. I attempt to lean in and his hand allows me to get around the head, I keep my mouth open though and bob up and down, looking up still, but not closing my lips around him. After a second, he pushes me down, shoving his cock into my throat and I cough. His free hand moving under my chin and closing my mouth around him. He holds me there, one, two, three, four, five, I begin to gag as I try to swallow, six, seven, my face begins to heat as I need to breathe. My stomach constricts with the urge to swallow, and then his cock retreats. We both groan as I sit back and inhale, my brain feels a little foggy from lack of oxygen, and he smacks my cheek.

  “Open again,” he tells me, “I’m paying you five hundred more for every second you can keep my dick in your throat.”

  I swallow and right myself, accepting the challenge while opening and expecting the move this time. He does it again, but for a few seconds longer and I make sure to moan against him, guys love that. With a growl, he tilts his head back for a moment and thrusts his pelvis against my face. He does this repeatedly, and I feel saliva dripping down onto my tits.

  “Is your pussy wet?” he finally growls, looking back down at me and pulling his cock from my mouth.

  “Mhmmm,” I nod and lick my lips.

  With the hand at the back of my head, he brings me to my feet. Bending me over the bed, I can hear him taking off his clothes. I’m fucking soaking wet, and my hips buck in response to needing his cock. He smacks one ass cheek hard and I groan, smiling as I look over my shoulder at him. I see he likes that I like this, so he smacks the other side, harder, and I squeal before giggling.

  “Finger fuck your pussy,” he orders.

  Reaching down between my legs, I rub my wet cunt, spreading the juices there all over. My fingers part my lips, showing him my wetness and my ready entrance, just waiting for him to come for it. Still looking over my shoulder at him, his cock jumps, and he puts his hand around the base to quiet it. His eyes watch my fingers, shoving my index finger inside and pumping myself hard.

  “Stop.”

  I place my elbow on the bed, his eyes still on my cunt.

  “You have the tiniest clit and pussy I’ve ever seen,” he comments. “Fucking perfection.”

  Well, I am petite, but yes, I’ve been told this before. His fingers pinch my lips and clit together, twisting them and I push up onto my hands.

  “Oh Jesus,” I gasp. “Ooooooh, yeah.”

  Then his fingers release, leaving me wanting more. He smacks my ass again, before stepping away.

  “Look down at the bed.”

  My eyes look down at my hands, gripping the sheets. I hear something, his belt buckle clattering as he picks up his slacks.

  My heart is racing, excitement on a level fifteen, beyond ready for whatever he’s going to give me. A moment later, the leather of the belt’s inside my mouth, like a bit for a horse. He pulls it back, lifting me onto my knees as he slams his cock into me. Tightening the belt so my lips pull back and my teeth sink into the leather. He pulls my arms and he holds them together behind my back. My tits bounce and knock into each other, and he looks over my shoulder to watch.

  “I’m gonna fuck those big fat titties,” he tells me.

  The smack of his hips is relentless, and I’m panting as he strokes something that rarely gets hit, my eyes cross and I drop my head back.

  “Oh you like that you fucking whore?” he whispers in my ear. “Taking my cock and letting me fuck you, you like being a whore?”

  My sounds are muffled from the gag, but yes I fucking love it. Since he can’t hear the words, I’ll just
have to show him. I tighten the muscles of my pussy around him.

  “Fuck yes,” he breathes out as he looks down between us.

  My orgasm is coming, so now my pussy flexes and tightens involuntarily. He pulls out, dropping the belt.

  “Get on your back, hold your legs.”

  Flipping onto my back, I pull my legs up, my calves beside my ears. I part my ass cheeks, assuming that’s what he wants.

  “You want to be fucked in the ass, you dirty girl?”

  “I need your cock there, please, make me squirt,” I beg.

  His eyes grow wide, his finger running over my already opened back entrance.

  “You fucking do that?” he questions.

  “Only when the dick is big and fucking me good,” I tease.

  His hands brace the back of my thighs, his thumb pushes into my ass easily, years of being fucked there has left my ring unable to close completely. I groan and push down against him, goosebumps covering my skin with the feel. His thumb pushes down on my hole, and I smile as I bite my lip.

  “I can’t lick that little wet pussy, but can I eat this ass?” His eyes are like molten lava, his smile like that of a demon.

  Before I can answer, which is YES, he drops to his knees. His tongue laps at my ass, his hands signaling to mine to open wider. I spread myself, my head falling back as his mouth covers me, his tongue shoving in and out. He’s making my pussy quiver, muscles flexing and releasing, drizzling my clear wetness to his waiting tongue. He’s not technically going down on my pussy, but reaping all the benefits. This is driving me insane, my need for him to fill me, somewhere, anywhere, I can’t take it anymore. My hips begin to move against him, whimpering and grabbing my tits hard, begging for this.

  “This asshole is so fuckable.”

  Then he’s standing, pushing my legs against my chest as he encases his cock inside my ass.

  “That feel good? You like my cock you dirty whore?”

  He curses as he grinds into me, my legs fall open, displaying my seeping wet pussy entrance.

  “Look at that wet cunt, I want to eat that, you sure I can’t? I’ll give you ten thousand dollars.”

  I give him a teasing look, reaching a hand around and playing with my liquid hot folds. His eyes watch as I slip a finger in, then two, then three, my thumb rubbing my clit.

  “You put your hand in?”

  “No, but Harmony can,” I suggest with a whimper.

  “Fuck yes, get her,” he demands.

  “Pick up the receiver and tell M,” I pant.

  He keeps fucking me as he reaches for the phone on my bedside table, it automatically goes to her office.

  “Harmony, now,” he grunts then tosses the phone on the floor.

  We keep fucking, his fingers digging into my hips. I’m about to come, teetering on that edge I love to be in, so when I do come it’s like the ultimate explosion. Then the door is opening. Harmony comes in, walking over to us.

  “What can I do for you, sir?” she asks, standing beside him.

  “Fist her pussy,” he says without looking at her.

  “Yes sir.”

  He pushes in a few more times as Harmony moves to my bedside table, grabbing the lube from the drawer and coating her hand with it. He pulls out and flops onto the bed beside me. I shift and turn my back to him as I squat over his hips, pressing my asshole on the crown of his cock. He grips my hips and slams me down. A new gush of wetness seeps from my pussy, and Harmony comes to stand between our legs. We share a look and I nod at her, before she approaches with her lubed hand. She slides in slow and I close my eyes. I love double penetration, and I almost come before she can slip in completely. They start moving in tandem and my nails dig into the sheets. He's groaning and fucking me while Harmony's arm pistons. She adjusts her hand and my guy stops. I can't explain this sensation, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

  “Fuuuuucking hell,” he moans.

  It takes me a moment to realize, Harmony’s giving him a hand job through the thin skin between my entrances. My chest heaves, my body bracing for one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had. My head falls back, and one of my guy’s hands move to my front, his fingers fiddling with my clit as Harmony goes to town on both of us. I’m chanting in tongues, my eyes zeroed in on them touching and fucking me. Harmony knows when to pull out, she’s had women like me before, had me before. My muscles begin to force her hand out of me, and she moves aside a little to not get my orgasm all over her.

  “You’re going to want to see this,” she says.

  I feel him shift and sit up behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder which forces his dick deeper and I go off. Liquid shoots out of me and onto the hardwood floor, as I rub my entrance with the flat of my hand and I cry out. My orgasm sprays as Harmony and the guy give me words of praise.

  “Good girl,” Harmony tells me as I finish.

  “Jesus,” he chuckles and rolls me off him.

  Harmony leaves the room, and I think he tips her. But I’m in orgasm haze land and can’t be sure. My body is wrung out as I lay there, and I vaguely recognize he’s moving me around, positioning me the way he wants. On my back, my head hanging off the side of the bed. His latex covered head is at my lips, and I open. He’s changed to a fresh condom, fortunately for me. He takes advantage of my pliant state, fucking my throat, placing his fingers on the back of my neck, his thumbs pressing against my throat so he can feel his dick protruding beneath. My senses begin to come back to me, and it takes little time to rev me up again as he fucks my mouth. I spread my legs, moaning with every thrust. His balls rub against my nose, and I reach back to grasp them, before sliding my hands to his ass cheeks. I tilt my chin up as I pull him into me deeper.

  “Fuck, you whore, goddamn,” he groans with a laugh of pure pleasure.

  My hips circle, his hands grasp my tits, then release them with a jiggle and he slaps the side of one. I moan and pull him harder towards me. His thumbs and forefingers pinch my nipples, pulling them up by the barbells, and I feel wetness coating my thighs as they shake with need. Then his hand plumps them together, and he’s slipping from my mouth and moving up to slide his cock between my tits. His balls fall into my mouth and I go to motherfucking town on them. I lick them, motorboat them, suck them. I love balls, out of all the things that are part of a man, balls are my second favorite.

  They fascinate me, make me wet, there’s something about them I can’t explain. I love the way they hang down, the texture of the skin there, how they tighten when they’re about to orgasm. He fucks my tits hard, gripping me and sliding back and forth. I lick the skin behind his balls and his body jerks. A moment later he steps back, ripping off the condom as he jerks off and his cum splashes onto my tits. I cup them so he can coat me with his milky juice, and it starts dripping down my fingers to my wrists, my neck and towards my mouth. He finishes with a growl and I begin licking my skin, like a pleased kitty with a saucer of milk. His cum tastes good and I want more. I lick my breasts, covering my chin and lips with his orgasm in the process.

  “Fuck, you are something else,” he pants, “you wanna make some more money?”

  ****

  My client leaves at four or five a.m. I lie there lifeless like a fuck drunk mess, while he tosses his business card on the bedside table and gets dressed. Rolling over in bed as the door clicks closed, I’m still in my heels, and too fucked to bother to take them off. I pass out for a few hours of sleep, just to do it all again tomorrow.

  Chapter Two

  Calico

  Marcus and M hate when I volunteer while I'm working at the house. But since I take all the mornings when I’m here, they let it slide occasionally. I’m a certified veterinarian technician, but clearly I’m not doing that line of work. I planned to, but once I got started at the house and loved it so much, the real world took a backseat. Eventually I want to go back to it. I’m twenty-five now, and probably should be getting out of this line of work soon. I’ve been in this business for five year
s, and never worked in the sex industry before coming here. But The Magnolia House is famous, and when I heard about it as a teenager, it called to me in some strange way.

  I head into town, which is a decent drive. I like the alone time, listening to music as I leave the countryside and into civilization. There’s a large animal hospital here, and I've been volunteering there for about two years now. Today there’s a campaign being held where people can get their animals spayed or neutered for free. Needless to say, these days are always crazy and hectic. Sure enough, I can't find a parking spot anywhere near the place, and park on a side street a couple of blocks down. It’s sunny, and already hot and sticky this morning. I’m wearing my longest pair of jean cutoffs, that come down to just below my ass cheeks, but at least they’re covered, and an off the shoulder loose white t-shirt. I have a burgundy string bikini top underneath that, since I hate bras and the sweating that will go on today helps manage the boob juice.

  There’s a line around the building of owner’s with their animals waiting for service, and I walk past them all towards the main entrance. I slide my sunglasses up on top of my head as I walk in. The staff is moving around behind the main desk and before I even get to the reception area, Glenda the head nurse, is charging over to me and looking at me like I'm a saint.

  “Thank fuck you’re here. Can you pass out clipboards for the owners to fill out?”

  “Yeah, of course.”

  “Okay, they’re in the back by surgery room one.”

  I nod and walk towards the doors that lead to the restricted area. I stop by the staff room, and drop my purse into a locker before heading for the clipboards. As I turn the corner, pulling my volunteer ID badge necklace over my head, I slam into something. A hard, tall, good smelling thing.

  “Holy shit, are you okay?” Strong hands grip my biceps at the same moment so I don't land on my ass.

  I look up into hazel eyes, needing to tilt my head back to actually see them. I blink rapidly, like my brain is telling them no this isn't a real person, because he's fucking gorgeous.