You can’t do it. You can’t just walk away from a scene this sexy without indulging yourself. Anyway, if you tried, you think you might jump the first man you see. Far better to have your fun with this whore now. After all, there are men who pay a fortune for a taste of her pussy.
Or at least that’s how you justify it to yourself as you step up behind her, placing a hand on each tender buttock and a thumb on the end of each dildo. Grinning, you thrust both of them in hard, driving them deeper than they’ve gone so far. It must hurt, but you’re sure this slut won’t mind that – and you’re proved right by her shriek of delight.
“Are you sorry now, bitch?” you demand, still in your guardswoman persona.
“Yes, officer!” she yells, her voice having the ragged, frantic edge of one caught in the throes of extreme pleasure. “I’m repenting all my crimes, officer! I’ll be a good girl from now on, officer!”
“You’re not going to whine about me raping you?” you ask as you hurriedly pull off your clothes.
“No officer! I see now that the only way to discipline a naughty little slut like me is to fuck some respect into her! I know it’s only because you’re good and merciful I’m not spreading my legs to be gangbanged by the whole guard force, officer!” These lines seem practiced. You wonder if it’s from other bondage games, or actual experience. Either way, they seem to be delivered with relish.
“And what about the poor man you stole from? Are you gonna show him how sorry you are?” You recon doing Scars this extra favour can’t hurt.
“Yes, officer!”
“Are you gonna let him use your slutty wet pussy? Gonna let him pound this tight ass?” You tug roughly at her nipple while your fingers play with your own sopping wet cunt.
“Yes, officer! Anything you say, officer! He can have me any way he wants, officer!”
You can’t stand this anymore, and swing yourself up onto the bed in front of her. “Then stop moaning about how sorry you are and use your whore’s tongue to SHOW me!”
Even blindfolded, it’s simple for her to tell where your pussy is by smell. As her tongue darts forward and begins lapping frantically, you moan and realise that you were arrogant earlier – you may know a woman’s body well from pleasuring yourself, but compared to this courtesan you’re a mere amateur. Her tongue feels better than your fingers ever have as she feverishly works your dripping hole, and you wonder what it would be like if she could use her fingers as well.
In moments, you throw back your head and scream your first orgasm. Through the haze of pleasure, you note happily that she doesn’t even pause. What you aren’t thinking clearly enough to notice, however is that, between the two of you, your cries must have been heard by plenty of people in the building. This may not be unusual in the brothel, but it’s a grave risk for you.
And although you have your eyes closed, you are snapped out of your reverie when someone says: “Well, now, what have we here?” |