by John Rivers
“Like me?” Lana asked with a mischievous smile.
“Pretty much,” Gordon agreed.
“Why does he put it in her butt instead of her vagina?”
“I imagine because she’s still a virgin. He doesn’t want to disturb anything.”
Lana pursed her lips and nodded in comprehension. “Are you going to put that up my butt.”
“That was my plan. You ready to get started?”
“As ready as ever. Can I ride your horse?”
As soon as Lana, cum Susan, was mounted and strapped in place, Gordon placed a hand on each buttock and kneaded a pair of the best looking nether cheeks this side of Las Vegas. Of course, that was only a few miles away. Regardless, he had to admit they were fine and he’d seen a few.
After a few minutes of this, and with her moaning, he began spanking her one buttock at the time. He spanked and kneaded, spanked and kneaded.
He had paused to rub her clit when she asked, “Would you put your finger up my butt again.”
That he did.
Once Lana had ridden the horse to her destination, Gordon put her on the old medical examination table. They started there with him trimming the outer edges of her pubic hair and leaving a strip about an inch wide on either side of each labia.
Finished with the trim, he inserted the probe attached to the mad scientist’s gadget into her rectum. It did feel good, she whole-heartily agreed. In fact, if he left it in there long enough, she would climax. She wasn’t ready for that yet.
Removing the probe, he helped her down. Placing her on her knees atop the big padded tablet, he found that with a little loving care and a lot of lubricant, John had done an excellent job. It even worked with equipment as large as his own.
After a few minutes of thoroughly checking out her rear entrance, he changed his condom and they finished up right.
It was time for Lana to head back to Pahrump.
Chapter Six
Lana knew she’d have been better off if she had never seen the price list on the wall behind the bar. It seemed as if in the last year or so, anything of a sexual nature anyone mentioned would stir something in her that had never been stirred. It’s doubtful she would have developed a fondness for spankings if her friend hadn’t told of getting one. The cowboy had given her the idea of something up her butt. Two years ago, she had never entertained the idea of having anal sex, but here she was with her bottom still a little tender, inside and out, because of spankings and not one, but two butt fuckings. If someone told me to take a flying fuck off a cliff, would I do it?
The subject rolling around in her head now was an item on the board. Oral—$200.00. A customer had just procured that service from one of the night girls. She thought of the ones who didn’t live here as night girls although they might come to work in the early afternoon. Two years before, like a lot of other things, she might have thought of that particular act as disgusting. Now she wasn’t so sure. It was possible that knowing the object in question would be covered by a condom did seem to make it a little more acceptable. Also, with a condom, they wouldn’t be ejaculating into the giver’s mouth. However, from listening to some of the girls talking, it seemed a few enjoyed having someone cum in their mouth. She imagined some actually swallowed. Ugh.
It had been almost a week since she made her returned trip to Vegas. She wondered if John had “trained” any more women like he “trained” her. She liked that word. Trained. It made it seem so risqué and submissive. Was she a submissive? She didn’t think so. She definitely wasn’t a subservient individual. She could kick ass with the best of them.
Even so, John had “trained” her and Gordon had verified that she had been trained well. Come to think of it, it might be good that he had only given her a short test. She had been sore enough as it was. That would go away if she continued doing it, but right now she didn’t have the urge, but likely, it would return.
Now that she thought about it, Gordon had been connected in some way to both of her extraneous urges. Now that she was thinking about him and oral sex in almost the same thought, she fleeting considering asking him to let her try on him. If she didn’t like it, she could stop with no damage done. He was a professional. If she tried it with someone expecting her to continue to the end, he wouldn’t appreciate her leaving him in the lurch. She’d heard that phrase from Gordon when he apologized for taking his finger out of her anus.
Thinking more and more about it, she might ask that he not wear a condom. If she found she did like it, at the same time she could determine if she preferred for someone to ejaculate into her mouth. Regardless, she knew she wouldn’t be able to swallow.
One of the girls Walter and she had met their first time here, Jena, a blond of about twenty-four, had been Lana’s right hand girl since Pat had left. Like any job, one doesn’t learn all the ins and outs in two days. Jena knew more of what it took to run the brothel from simply working with Pat for the last year and a half. Jena had a grasp on how much beer should be order from the beer man and how much and what kind of liquor should be kept in stock and numerous other things. One of the things Pat had not explained was that a porno tape was constantly running on the televisions in the big party room. Lana would never have guessed. It would have been even harder to guess where the tapes were kept. Jena did.
Being facetious in her own thoughts, Lana told herself she didn’t need to even glace at one of the videos. She might see something she hadn’t known existed before and the way her mind was running, hell, she might want to do it.
Lana was wearing her pink negligee. She’d lain a towel on the stool behind the bar so her bare butt wouldn’t stick to the vinyl. She was dressed about right for the occasion. The only difference in her and the other girls was that they had on panties of some type. Most of the panties were the thong type, so they didn’t serve much purpose. One was topless. Lana figured that canceled out her being bottomless. The girls naturally thought Lana was simply attempting to turn the clients on. In a way, she was.
Jena was standing behind the bar talking with Lana. It was the middle of the week and thing were slow. Jena had turned one trick tonight and was hoping to turn another. That would give her about three hundred dollars for a slow night’s work. They closed at 2:00 am. The Pleasure Palace caught some of the overflow from Pahrump and well as some of the men looking for a change of scenery or who preferred to patronize small places. The Pleasure Palace was one of, it not the smallest brothels in Nevada. Since all the women working now had been working for the previous owner, Lana didn’t know all of their stories or why they weren’t working at some of the larger establishments. She didn’t particular care. They all seemed to be good girls. Or as good as prostitutes could be.
“What’s the most money you have made in one night since you’ve been here?” Lana fielded to Jena more for conversation that anything else.”
“I made two thousand one night.”
“Wow. What was the situation?”
“There was a group of Japanese come in. They wanted to double-gang me and another girl.”
Lana tried to remember whether she’d seen anything like that on the list. “What’s double-gang?”
“One fucks you while you give the other one a blow-job. It sounds harder than it is.”
“It sounds sort of complicated,” Lana allowed.
“It’s not. You just take care of the one you’re giving a blow-job and the other one will take care of his end. No pun intended.”
Lana chuckled, but didn’t comment further.
“Do you ever turn a trick, Miss Lana. I know I haven’t seen you do so.”
“No, I was just hired to manage the place.”
“You ever think you’d like to?”
“Several times,” Lana admitted.
“And you don’t do it because you’re afraid the new owner won’t like it. You know Pat turned a few tricks and Mr. Ramsey didn’t mind at all. It was just more money for him to put in the bank.”
“We
ll, it’s a little different with me. I worked in the new owner’s office. I seriously doubt he’d want me turning tricks.”
“What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him,” Jena wrinkled her chin and pursed her lips as if to silently say, “How you like that thought?”
That got Lana thinking. “If I did, I don’t want the boss knowing.”
Jena laughed. “You could turn the trick and ring it up under my name.”
That got Lana thinking even deeper. “I’ll go you one better, Jena. I’ll not only ring it up under your name, but you can have the money.”
That piqued Jena’s interest. “You got something you want to try first, Miss Lana?”
“How about oral?”
“Have you ever given a blow-job?”
“I have, but it’s been a long time,” Lana plain out lied. She’d never had a penis near her mouth. Walter had never asked her to do that.
“Well, as you know, half and half is our most popular trick. Would you want to try that?”
Lana thought about that. A half and half would give her the opportunity to suck on a penis without having to bring the man to a climax. Also, she was ready for another good screwing.
“I’d like none of the other girls to know if possible.”
“Don’t worry. I got this thing figured out, Miss Lana. Nobody will see you talking to a customer. I’ll set it up, take the john to my bedroom and come back and take your place. You can then just ease on down to my room. If anyone ask about you, I’ll tell them you had a headache and went to lie down for a while.” Jena let her head bob and puckered her lips in a manner that said she was totally confident with her plan. “I’ll even do the “dick check” before I come back.”
About two hours later, Lana was going down the hall toward Jena’s room. Twenty minutes earlier Jena brought a very young man—if Lana hadn’t checked his ID she’d sworn he wasn’t twenty-two as stated on his driver’s license—to pay for his service. The young man had shown an interest in Lana naked body while he was talking with Jena. Jena had offered him a discounted price if he played along. Of course, the price wasn’t as low as the fifty percent he would have gotten had he held out.
The man was sitting on the edge of the bed naked when Lana entered the room. All she had to do was slip off the negligee and she was naked as well.
“How would you like to start. Would you like to lie on the bed?”
“No,” he shook his head. “I’d like for you to get on your knees.”
There was only two ways to give or receive a blow-job, Lana thought, kneeling or lying, and this was one.
With a feeling of slight anticipation of doing something she’d never done before, Lana dropped to her knees in front of him. She might not have expected him to be equipped quite as well as he was due to his youth, but then a man was fully developed at that age. And this one was fully developed. His erection pointed upward about forty-five degrees. She had to pull it downward to place it in her mouth.
Once it was in her mouth, he placed a hand on each side of her head and entangled his fingers in her hair. Not sure she liked that feeling, she nonetheless began moving her lips back and forth over his shaft while at the same time gently sucking.
“Hold up just a second,” the young john told her, “I prefer to fuck you in the mouth rather than for you to suck me. I want you to just hold still and make a firm circle, an asshole pucker, with your mouth.”
Lana didn’t think this was the way it was done, but she didn’t offer any objections. Hoping she understood what he was wanting, she stopped sucking and moving back and forth. She would have asked if that was what he was talking about, but her mouth was full with half the length of his penis.
Apparently, this was what he wanted. Lana held perfectly still while he grasped not only her hair, but each side of her head. He begun making long slow strokes. He was literally fucking her mouth.
“I know you’ve probably never done it this way, but I’m a power freak. This way, I’m fucking you in the mouth. The other way, you’re sucking my dick. You’re controlling things.
Funny, but Lana could understand what he was saying. He, not her, was in control. He was fucking her. He was the master. She was the slave. She was in a diminutive role and she was loving it. For the first time, she considered she could well be a submissive. A sexual submissive.
She had to be, she told herself. That was why she had wanted a spanking. She had literally wanted to be placed in a role where she was dominated. It was all coming clear to her. Although she was a kick-ass, take no prisoners live-wire in the none sexual world, she was a submissive in this new world in which she had recently placed herself. She would even let this guy, this kid, spank her before he fucked her if he liked.
Already she was thinking it would be nice if he’d take her from behind and spank her as he fucked her. That wasn’t likely to happen, but she would reach a climax. Unlike the other women, who claimed not to climax during a trick, this time she would. With a climax would come the relief from this urge to be spanked. It was all in the mind, as the fat man had said.
Lana continued not offering anything to the effort as the man continued to fuck her lips. After several minutes of this he released one side of her head and grasped the top of her hair with the other. Using his free hand, he grasped one of her breast. First placing his hand underneath, he squeezed it for a while. He then allowed his hand to move to the nipple and pressed it between his thumb and forefinger.
Lana was sure a prostitute, which she was at this moment, didn’t allow the oral portion of a half and half trick to continue past a certain point. She told herself that didn’t matter, she was receiving as much pleasure as the customer.
When this had first begun, she had placed her hands on the man’s hips for balance. She now removed one hand and began stroking her clit, but not too vigorously. It wouldn’t do for her to climax before a customer. She supposed there was no written rule on that, but somehow it didn’t seem appropriate.
Any notion of having her butt swatted even a few times went out the window when the customer pulled his dick from her encircled lips and released her hair. He motioned for her to rise. “Lay back on the bed and spread your legs,” he instructed.
She lay back crossways of the bed. Drawing up her knees, she spread them wide preparing for the customer to enter her. Instead of entering her in that position, he caught her ankles in each hand. Lifting her legs straight out, he spread them wide. With her feet up and legs spread, she recalled how she had been spread on the table in the dungeon. This would only be the second time in her life she had been spread this wantonly. Walter certainly hadn’t ever done that.
It was good that she had been excited and her pussy was well lubricated because the young customer entered her savagely. Pumping vigorously for only a few minutes, he expended his load, thrusting, quivering, and moaning. For a while, Lana would be sated.
A couple of days later, one of the “night girls”, Emma, brought two oriental men from a party room. Apparently, their deal had been struck. Lana had been otherwise occupied and hadn’t seen them leave the front area to go to the party room. Had she witnessed this, she would have considered it unusual for two men to solicit one woman. More so, since it would cost the same for the two men to “party” with the same number of girls. She had not seen this before.
“These gentlemen want a double-ganger with oral, Miss Lana,” Emma informed her.
Lana already knew what a double-ganger was; Jena had told her days earlier, but this would be the first one she’d cashier that specific trick. She glanced at the price list. “That will be twelve-hundred dollars, gentlemen,” Lana informed the oriental clientele.
These two immediately began objecting, waving their hands and uttering one of what was probably a few words of English they knew. “No, no, no.”
“I told them eight-hundred, Miss Lana,” Emma informed her.
That was fine with Lana. It more than exceeded the six-hundred-dollars to which she woul
d have dropped the price.
Once one of the men signed the credit card receipt and the trio had headed down the hallway, Lana thought about what was about to take place in the room with Emma. Despite trying not to let it happen, she felt a minute sensation in her groin. Get your mind off it, she told herself. She did, but her thoughts drifted to the young customer Jena had set-up for her. She also thought how she had held perfectly still while he plunged his dick back and forth between her lips. It hadn’t been a blow-job, it had been a mouth fucking. Something was so wanton about the way he had used her and she had literally enjoyed it.
Before long, her thoughts were all over the place. She realized she was getting horny again. Not only was she getting horny, but entertaining the extraneous acts she had asked to be performed on her. Not only was she thinking of going back to the dungeon and ask Gordon to let her give him oral sex and then fuck her, but she was considering letting the fat man fuck her in the ass again. He seemed more into that than Gordon had. Also, his smaller dick had felt better than Gordon’s monster. It hadn’t stretched her totally out of shape. While you’re at it, get the blue plate special, she thought.
She started trying to think of a reason to offer Walter for coming back for an overnight stay. Perhaps, she shouldn’t even make Walter aware. In fact, there was no reason to stay overnight. If she could make arrangements, meaning to catch both men available at the same time, as well as getting Jena to watch the store, she could make a turn-around trip in a few hours. It was an hour from Pahrump to Vegas and an hour back. Add three hours for time spent, she could be back in five hours. That would be about the time it would take her to conclude a good shopping trip had she been home in Vegas.
The next morning when she awoke at about eleven, she dialed Gordon on her disposable phone. No answer. He was likely gone to the store or in his dungeon—there was no phone in the dungeon. She dialed John. He answered.