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Warning-this is a silly story with little basis in reality, and much
more basis in bad late night movies. This features insatiable females,
oral sex, lesbian sex and even male-to-female sex. If this doesn't
interest you then move on by.
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Bikini Brothel Part 2
By Shon Richards
Michelle pulled her Corvette up to the faded wooden sign. She
and Heather had missed it several times as they were too busy flashing
their tanned breasts at other cars. They pulled their shirts down
over their taunt nipples and looked up at the sign that said "Rose's N
ce Br th l For Ge lem n" Their eyes squinted as they tried to fill in
the missing letters. Finally they realized this was the place and got
out of the car by swinging their legs over the doors and exsposing
their pantyless bottoms to the world.
They walked up to the old building and jumped when a shutter
fell to the ground. Michelle grabbed Heather in shock and dug her
fingernails into her arms. Heather nearly swooned as it reminded her
of sex. Michelle was oblivious to Heather's moans as she saw that her
inheritance amounted to a crumbling house with two trailers. As they
stood there on thew driveway, the left most corner of the house
collapsed into rubble and Michelle sobbed.
Michelle pushed Heather to the porch, her five inch heels
scrapping grooves onto the wood. Michelle spanked Heather's butt once
to prompt her to try the doorbell. Her ass smarting, Heather pushed
the doorbell and three bars of a waltz tune filled the air. The girls
looked at each other, their red lipstick lips pouting in confusion.
They became lost in each other's blue eyes and missed the door
opening.
A voice coughing brought them out of their private moment and
they looked at the woman standing before them. She was a young lady
with gorgeous brown eyes but the rest of her was covered up. A floral
print dress with a high neck collar draped over her body and
effectively prevented Michelle's appraising eye from guessing her bust
measurements. Her bleached blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun and
her lack of lipstick made Heather lick her lips in panic to reassure
that her's were there.
"I'm sory but we're closed in mourning since Madam rose moved on
to a better place." spoke the woman at the door.
"God she had to go to a better place after living in this
shithole of a AHHHH" screamed Heather as Michelle's elbow nudge sent
her top-heavy body over the porch railing.
"We're not costumers, I'm Michelle, Rose's granddauther and new
owner. This," pointing to Heather's flailing legs in the bushes," is
my freind Heather."
"Ohhh, well come right in, my name is Molly and I'm so glad you
showed up. Some of the girls were thinking about leaving and working
at the country club." spoke the modestly dressed brothel girl. She
helped Michelle pull Heather out of the bushes and ushered them both
into the decrepit building.
"Why the hell are you dressed like a K-mart shopper with your
hair all ugly like that? Is this really a brothel?" asked Michelle
with her usual diplomacy.
"Oh this old thing? Madam Rose belived men were only willing to
pay for a lady, not a tawdry badly dressed slut. We're all dressed
like this."
To Michelle and Heather, this fashion nightmare was the most
horrible thing they had ever heard. Little did they know that worse
waited inside. The inside was a dirty shade of pink wallpaper. The
room had moldy chairs lining the walls and a hatrack up against the
corner. Pictures of President Roosevelt were the only decoration if
you didn't count the colorful water stain on the wall creeping down
the sides. An open hallway led to a large living area complete with
couches and sofas dating from the the time of the 50's where shades of
green were fashionable. A chandelier hung from the ceiling
threatening everyone's lives by it's very existence. The fireplace
had a garbage can sitting in it and what little light which managed to
get through the thick curtains did little to prevent Heather from
experiencing a flashback of "Haunted House Bimbo Slaughter" in which
she was a shower body double for.
Molly rang a bell to summon the girls in while Michelle sniffed
around for a mysterious odor. Heather picked up a fire poker and
stabbed curtains in the hopes of rooting out the monster from her
movie flashback. The girls trooped in and took their places in a
lineup for Michelle's inspection which was good cause if they didn't
line up she wouldn't be able to tell them apart. Molly took her place
along with the six other girls and they all stood with their back
straight and looking staright ahead.
Michelle stepped up to the lineup a little unsure of herself.
Sure she had been in criminal lineups, several wet t-shirt contests
and more spanking lineups than she could ever remember but now she
gets to be the inspector. Now she gets to be all important and do
whatever her heart desires. The power rushed to her bleach blonde
head and roared like a beast. Years of being a playtoy surged through
her and seeing these girls line up for her pleasure was justice long
overdue.
Michelle ran up to the first girl and tackled the poor brunette
to the ground.
Michelle straddled the girl's shoulders mussing her hairbun something
awful and lifted her skirt over the victim's startled face.
Dropping her pussy onto the girl's gasping mouth and pinning her arms
with her knees, Michelle rode her face like a cowgirl, complete with
whopping yells. The girl's legs kicked and flailed but Michelle was
in her own dominant world. The other ladies looked on and exercised
their jaws in anticipation.
Michelle came with an ear-peicing shreik which was enough to
send Heather into full flashback syndrome. While Michelle was picking
herself off the floor, Heather went off to find a secluded place to
get ambushed. Michelle pulled her mini-skirt back over her shaved
lovebox and prodded the fallen girl with her toe. The girl moaned as
she recovered and Michelle was satisfied she was still alive.
"Umm, well, with that out of my system, who was she?" asked a
flustered Michelle.
"Her name is Becky and that's ok, she gets the same treatment
when she does our grocery trips." answered Molly.
The other girls nodded their heads and Michelle stepped up to
the next girl. The lady was the smart type, you can tell by her
catseye glasses. Her hair was done up in the same bun as the others
but Michelle knew with one hairpin removed it would cascade down in a
gorgeous mane of blonde beauty. Her modest dress could not hide her
huge tits and she was the only one who didn't need heels to be 5'11.
The girl looked shyly at her feet and Michelle asked for her name.
"My name is Abigal and I just manage the books. I'm not pretty
enough or have the experience to be a hooker. But I'm real good with
numbers and I know everything about science and stuff."
Michelle nodded, a nerd of course but it seems every group has
one. She made a mental note to herself <which she promptly forgot> to
bring Abigal out of her shell. Abigal on the other hand was wondering
how Michelle was able to floor-rape Becky and not get her knees dirty
but kept it to herself. She remembered how mad the other girls got
when she pointed out that the house should of collapsed long ago.
Abigal long ago learned that the women didn't like having reality
pointed out.
A loud shreik penetrated the house and it was defintly Heather's
voice. Michelle pondered maybe looking for her to see if she was
alright but decided inspecting new women was much more fun. She
stepped up to the next girl and had a few suspicions about this one.
For one thing, she was a blonde with black streaks in her hair.
Another suspicious quality was that her floral dress had blood
dripping off the roses. The heels she were wearing were 7-inch
stilletoes. Add to that the fact that she was carrying a bullwhip and
the words "Miss Bitch to you SCUM" were tatooed to her arm and
Michelle suspected she might of been Girl Scout leader once.
"Try that face sitting shit on me you liitle puke and I'll whip
your ass raw and chain you up for my slaves to ass-fuck all day you
prissy bitch!!!" spoke the blond.
Definatly a Girl Scout leader Michelle though to herself. She
found herself standing straighter and asked "what is your name ma'am?"
"Name's Helga, and stand up straighter when you speak to me you
miserable exscuse for a twat!"
Michelle wisely went on to the next girl. This lady was
shifting nervously from foot to foot and smiled strangely at Michelle
as she approached. Michelle said nothing as the girl's brown hair
bun swayed back and forth and she said nothing even when the girl's
green eyes fluttered and a moan escaped her lips. Michelle just
casually lifted the front of the girl's skirt and looked at the
vibrator strapped into her honeybox. Before Michelle could respond,
another cry of mercy filled the old house and Michelle defintly
reconized Heather's voice this time. Heather always made that yell
whenever she was terrified out of her skull. Oh well, she can wait.
"My name is Cindy and I'm sorry but when you came I hadn't came
yet this hour and I just haaaad to have it so I stuck it in and came
on in." responded the gasping girl.
"That's ok Cindy, I get that way alot." which is what Michelle
said but she was thinking "Wonderful, a good brothel could use a slut
I guess." although Michelle could not be quite sure. Michelle's
diminutive thinking abilities were side tracked by Cindy pulling the
16 inch vibrator out of her. She hadn't seen a sex toy that large
disappear into a body since competing in that blowjob contest at
graduation. It brought back pleasent memories of the innocence of her
youth.
"How can sticking a vibrator in yourself cause you to get off
when there's no friction? Wouldn't it just cause you to go numb like
that?" Abigal asked. The glare from Michelle and Molly quieted her
musings and she was once again wondered when she was ever going to
learn.
The next lady was a gorgeous cute asian woman with her hair in a
classic japenese bun. Her floral dress was actually a kimono and she
bowed when Michelle stepped up. Michelle suspected she might not be
from around here and looked at the ground to see what the girl was
looking at when she bowed. The asian girl spoke a few words that were
incomprehensible to Michelle so Molly translated.
"We call her Kiko, since that's what Rose always called her.
She is an exchange student we think and always seems to understand
what the customer wants so we have kept her."
Michelle tried to imagine how Grandma Rose got a hold of an
exchange student and decided the old lady must of frequented quite a
few college bars. Her concentration was disturbed yet again by
Heather's screams. She became a little annoyed and then ignored her.
She decided to move on since Kiko was probably a better student and
smart girls always made her feel dumb. Of course smart guys, smart
dogs and answering machines also made her feel dumb but that was
beside the point.
Michelle was stunned that she reconized the last girl, it was
her cousin from Texas, Debra Jo! She reconized that gorgeous tanned
body, the full pouty lips, and even her golden blonde nleached hair
that usually went past her ass but today was bound up in the same
ridiculus bun they all wore. Michelle had wanted to fuck Debra Jo
ever since she stayed a week with her one summer. Unfortunatly, that
would be incest, since they were second cousins, and Michelle knew
that incest caused stuff like mishapen heads.
"Debra Jo, what are you doing here?" asked an incredulus
Michelle
"Grandma Rose took me in when my dad threw me out of the house."
"Oh shit, what did you do? Run up his credit cards? Crash his
car? Burn his house down in a wild party?"
"No, I just slept with the entire football team at halftime."
"Big deal, we all do that some time in our life."
"Yeah, but with the cameras showing it on the game billboard
moniter?"
"Oh my" said Michelle as she stiffled a giggle. "Well it's
awfully nice of Grandma Rose to let you work in her brothel then.
Grandma always was looking out for us."
Another scream from Heather filled the quiet of the house.
Michelle decided enough was enough and turned to Molly. Molly shut
her mouth closed as she saw that Becky still hadn't got up yet.
"Can you take me to where Heather is in trouble? Her screams
are giving me a headache. Besides if Heather were to be killed or
maimed her Mom would be seriously pissed at me."
"Ok sure, any other girls want to come?" Molly pleaded.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Kiko, Helga, Abigal and Debra Jo
were studying their shoes and Becky was just now starting to get back
up. Cindy was too busy trying to re-insert her vibrator so Molly
tried to remain calm as she led Michelle to discover the fate of her
freind. Molly wasn't sure who was in more danger, Heather who was
screaming in agony, or herself, alone with this nymphomaniac. Abigal
already had her own ideas about whao that would be.
Down twisting corriders, past faded pictures of past presidents
through a cobwebbed corrider the girls came to a door with light
creaking through it's cracks. Heather's yells were more insistant now
and dust was falling from the ceiling with every shreik. Molly pushed
the door open just a smidge and peered in on Heather's horrible fate.
Michelle looked on as well once she saw that Molly didn't get stabbed
in the head or anything. What she saw put her in shock.
Heather was completly nude and sweaty, spread out on her back
while three muscular tanned guys were pounding away at her. They were
all wearing coveralls that were dropped around their ankles. One had
her legs over his arms as he grinded his cock into her funbox.
Another was at her head, letting his long 12 inches slide in and out
of her mouth. The third was sucking hard on her perfect 36's,
squeezing and groping like he was churning cement. Heather began
bouncing her ass up and down on the table and as the three guys
struggled to hold onto her, she came with another blood-curdling
scream.
"Who are these handsome studs?" asked Michelle, her mouth open
in jealousy.
"Oh, these are the janitors Madam Rose hired for the place. Bif
Brickstone, Carl Cordstrong and Dean Deadlift have been here for ages.
Never seem to do anywork though..."
"Damn," Michelle whispered. "You can drop Heather in a ravine
and she would come out fucking Park rangers."
Molly didn't know that Michelle was speaking from experience.
However she did have her mind on other things as Michelle had placed
Molly's fingers under her skirt and was using Molly to finger herself.
Molly said nothing as Michelle dipped her fingers deeper into her ever
wet slickness. Michelle had learned early on that other people were
more than happy to finger her. She had no idea it was due more from
shock than any desire on their part. Besides, Michelle's iron grip
was suffiecent to overcome the shyest masturbater and the glint in her
eye was enough warning to overcome any silly ideas of resistance.
As Molly's fingers buried themselves into Michelle, Heather was
was jerking Carl off to climax. Her tongue and mouth ran up and down
the side of his cock moaning all the while. Carl tossed his long
flowing blonde locks back and came in long streams of cum over
Heather's tits. A river of cum snaked down between her breasts and
promptly freaked out Bif pounding away at her sex. Bif, a noted
homophobic, pulled out and tripped backwards went his foot went down
a crack in the floor.
Michelle was enjoying quietly her first orgasm and decided she
needed more. She pushed Molly up against the doorframe and tried
despertly to undo her dress. Michelle never wore anything she
couldn't dance out of and was stumped by the myriad ways needed to
accomplish to undress Molly. Molly was being turned on herself by
Heather's imaginative use of handymen and helped Michelle with the
undressing. While Heather was moving to the kitchen counter with
Dean, Molly had stripped down for Michelle.
Michelle leaned down and bit down on Molly's modestly small
(small to Michelle's veiw of mammaries at least) 34B breasts. Molly
stiffled her yell and pinched Michelle's inner spot in revenge which
only caused Michelle to get more aroused. Michelle reached down to
stroke Molly, pinching and biting with no concern for retaliation
while Molly responded with lifting her knee into Michelle's crotch and
savagly rubbing her box. Locked in an embrace devoid of mercy, they
came quickly, moaning in each other's ears.
Heather had now placed herself on the counter with her ass
facing Dean. Dean grabbed a hold of both thighs and slammed his
meager 13" into Heather's snatch. Heather placed her hands on the
wall to prevent her blonde head from going through it. Her tits were
squashed flat against the counter and she was very thankful the
counter was Formica and not plain wood. Her ass was being brusied
from Dean's muscular thighs slapping against her but she was more than
happy with the manmeat inside her. She gripped her thighs tight
around Dean and let her twentieth orgasm of the hour ripple through
her.
Dean meanwhile was thrusting away with everything he had. After
years of being Madam's Rose boytoy he was finally getting some sex
from someone within his own decade of age. Years of going down on a
senior citizen had it's emotional toll and his cock wasn't thrusting
for sex. No, it was thrusting to re-affirm that a cock was meant to
go somewhere wet. It was meant to plunge into something that
tightened back. In Dean's mind, he was fucking for all the poor
young men who were unable to get a piece of twenty-something ass.
Dean had a mision and sadly, his mission sent Heather's head through
the kitchen wall.
Luckily, Michelle had just came, her hard clit rubbed almost
raw on Molly's knee. Michelle pulled her skirt down despite Molly's
protests. Seeing Dean try unsuccessfully to pull Heather's struggling
body from the hole in the wall, Molly strode in and tweaked Heather's
ass, right under her left buttock. Heather squealed and burrowed
back out of the wall. She landed on her ass and looked up at
Michelle, her legs parted and her nipples brazenly stiff.
"Umm hi Michelle, I sorta ran into some guys and ummmm." Heather
tried slightly to pull her skirt down but gave up when Michelle put
her foot next to her sweaty sex.
"Get up Heather, I've got too much to organize in order to get
this place running to chew you out for getting some without telling
me." responded Michelle.
"Wow, you mean you are going to keep this dump?" asked Heather.
Michelle grinned. "Not only am I going to keep it, I'm going
to turn it into the best brothel in 3 counties!!"
Continued in Bikini Brothel part Three "Only a fool scolds a cat for
licking it's own behind"--Warren Murphy
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