"Buttercookie Beach is a real shitty place this time of year. It's just too fucking hot. Tourist season has officially ended, and the only people here are businessmen who work for companies shitty enough to book these resorts during the cheapest time of the year. Buttercookie Beach has a tourist economy, so naturally, everything is closed. There are no bars, no restaurants, no live entertainment. Nothing. It's hot and there's nothing to do, and the only thing people at conferences look forward to is ditching the conference," Casey paused.
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Her heart was speeding like it does when she gets worked up. She pulled the band from her ponytail and gave her long, thick brown hair a shake, before flipping all of it to her right. "And that's where we come in. We're the best thing in town during tourist season, and we're the best thing in town now. Just with higher rates, on account of the entertainment supply and demand situation. Double hourly rates, double for groups, and steep increases for anything off menu."
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I should back up. Iāll come back to tonight, but first more about Casey and how she recruited me to work for her brothel. I think I fell in love with her the moment my eyes met hers last week, and I think I still love her, even though her plan all along was to hook me. I should've known it was too easy, but when a woman like Casey is looking at you and saying how much she wants your dick with only her eyes, what's reasonable doesn't matter. Casey was the best fuck of my life, and although I find her physically very attractive, there was more to it. For one night, we were connected, like a single entity. Her motivations were insincere, but I know what I felt.
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Casey's husband, Bob, owned the secret brothel where Casey served as Lady of The House, which was basically the manager. I had just moved to Buttercookie Beach after my life in Phoenix exploded, part of which included inheriting a house in the American owned resort town of Buttercookie Beach in Greece, about a hundred miles south of Santorini with not much in between.
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I met Casey at the only tavern that remained open for the slow season, and found her candor both playful and refreshingly honest. Everything about Casey was refreshing: The way her hair smelled, the way her face lit up when she laughed, and the way my spirit and body felt rejuvenated by just being near her. I was very happy to see her again the following afternoon, and relieved to discover our connection was not only in my head after she sat close to me and occasionally touched my shoulder or leg during our chat. It seemed inevitable she would invite me to her place.Ā
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She knew how to touch me like nobody else had, and I enjoyed receiving her instructions on how to touch her, as well performing seemingly meaningless tasks that somehow provided both of us with an erotic charge. Being under her control felt like being further under her spell, which produced an incredible amount of calm and safety, along with my desire to fuck her. I also enjoyed how much she enjoyed my body; taking a long time to look at me, putting me in poses, and touching me. By the time she finally allowed me to put my cock in her, I was ready to explode. After I came, I realized I had only been inside of her for a few seconds. Just a few pumps before I froze and shot loads into her pussy. I was embarrassed, but also pissed at myself for not lasting longer with her because she was so attractive.Ā
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I watched her long legs reach for the edge of the bed and pull herself over. Her little round ass wiggled with each quick step to the bedroom door, causing me to get hard, and for a moment I thought we might fuck again, but my dick shrunk and nearly retreated inside of my body when Bob walked through the door, and Casey left.
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"Hey stud," He smiled and lit a cigarette.
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My old life in Phoenix was as a physical trainer and healer, requiring a lot of yoga, working out all the time, hiking, running, and tanning on the deck. I love attention and on the encouragement of the stylist at the beauty salon who constantly told me how beautiful and thick my hair was, I grew it past my shoulders. I had also become attached to a few necklaces over the years.Ā
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With Bob staring at me, wearing jeans and a simple t-shirt, a good amount of hair covering his strong arms, suddenly made my tan, naked and relatively hairless appearanceĀ feel feminine.Ā Casey had taken the sheet with her, so I rolled over onto my stomach, hiding from Bobās gaze.
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āDamn. Youāve got great legs. And a really great ass,ā He said.
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I felt my ass cheeks warming under his scrutiny, and I began quietly freaking out as his approval gave me an erection. I couldnāt roll over to face him now. He brought a chair over and placed it beside the bed near my face and sat down.Ā
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āYou donāt need to be afraid,ā He smiled, brushing my long hair from my face. āYouāre cute. Nice mouth, full lips... look me in the eye.ā
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I lifted my eyes to meet his without hesitation, and became anxious by how easily I had complied.Ā
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āLovely. You have kind eyes,ā Bob said. āYou ever work in a brothel before?ā
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I assumed he knew I hadnāt, so I didnāt respond.Ā
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āLook, slut,ā he said, his demeanor becoming cold. āYou just fucked my wife. Do you expect me to be happy about that?ā
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Again, I didnāt respond.
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āCasey says we need to add someone like you to our menu, so thatās what weāre going to do,ā Bob said, easily and almost cheerfully.Ā
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āSomeone like me? Why me?ā
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āBecause the tastes of our clientele have shifted over the years. And it would seem our predominantly male clients would like some variety. Casey has an eye for talent, and after looking for a long time sheās decided youāre just a variety that we need.ā
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āI donāt understand.ā
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āOh I think you do, āBob said after leaning in close. ā This is the time where you might think Iād reveal some sort of secret knowledge about you to blackmail you into working for us. But, if Caseyās instincts are right, youāll do it for free. Because you have a masochistic streak, crave attention and approval,and being used by strange men turns you on.ā
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āIām straight. Iāve never been with a man.ā
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Bob began to laugh. āYou donāt think I know youāre straight? I just walked in on you fucking my wife. I know youāre straight; Iām not asking you to marry any of these guys. I just also know that youāre submissive, youāll do as youāre told, and that sexually you want to suck dick. Among other things. That is, Casey could tell all that stuff when she picked you up at the bar. She has a better sense for the submissive than I do.ā Bob let the remark land, and simply looked into my eyes, watching me accept it.Ā
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āRoll over,ā He instructed through a smirk after a few seconds of silence. He knew how hard my cock had become. I remained frozen. āNot that I donāt like looking at your backside. But I want to see what youāre hiding under there. Cāmon. Letās go.ā
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He gently gathered my long, think hair into a fist, then pulled sharply and growled, āRoll over!.ā I did it immediately.Ā
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Half of me wished I was anywhere else than lying on my back with my dick hard and throbbing in front of another man. But another part of me definitely was thrilled to be there; Exposed, submissive, and vulnerable.
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He stood there, a glimmerĀ in his eye, a slight smile over his lips, looking me over. It felt like forever, but it was probably less than a minute.
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āI donāt want to ever see you again with hair down there, do you understand me?ā Bob said.
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āYou meanā¦?ā I began to ask, before I heard Caseyās voice which startled me.
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āHe means from now on at all times you are to keep your balls, cock, and asshole shaved and free of any hair. The men who frequent our establishment enjoy all of our submissives to be bare. It helps with the power dynamic - the dominant man fucking you has hair, while you, the are feminine and clean. Theyāll want to fondle you. Even in the lobby, even before the lineup, at any point, a man could put his hands down your pants and play with your balls. Does that sound nice to you?ā
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It did, which frightened me because I didnāt know why.Ā
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āDo any women come to the brothel?ā I asked, and Bob and Casey laughed.
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āYou should start fingering yourself using coconut oil,ā Bob said. āYou should try to work up to two fingers, and then three fingers.ā
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I remained quiet, understanding that he was serious, as well that I had become excited by the idea.
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āNot three fingers. One finger only,ā Casey interrupted. āI have a feeling the men who will pay me for Maxās time are going to want to break him in themselves. Just a hunch.ā
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I would never admit it, but my porn browsing history would probably reveal why I understood what Casey was talking about. I had gotten off in the past to clips of pretty girls struggling to take a huge cock, and now I realize I was attracted to both the male actor penetrating the actress, but I also got off on imagining what it felt like for her. I loved watching the look of shock, fear and pleasure on her face as she took more of the dick, and the thought of being in her position aroused me like nothing had before.
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āWould you like that, Max?ā Casey asked.
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I hesitated for only a moment before Bob quickly took a big step over to me on the bed, grabbed my balls and squeezed them as hard as he could. āAnswer Max,ā he calmly Instructed, literally squeezing an orgasm from me.
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āOh fuck, yes!ā I exclaimed as cum oozed from my dick.
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Tonight was my second evening working at Bob and Caseyās brothel, but the first attempt just a few nights ago did not go so well. You could say I got the jitters after only a few minutes of hanging out in the lobby with the clients. I was a little overwhelmed, and maybe even a little flattered if Iām being honest, when I gained the attention of more than a few men.
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I was placed in the lineup between Lexi and Natasha, both of whom are sexy as hell and I would love to fuck either of them, but I was the attraction for the evening. I truly did not anticipate that Casey would be correct, that my body might serve as something men might prefer for a night over some top-notch pussy also on the menu.
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The men were instantly comfortable with me; circling me, touching me, stroking my long hair, running their fingertips along the inside of my legs, squeezing my inner thighs and groping my ass, slapping it.
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"He's like a chick," One of them said. "He's got a better ass than any chick I've been with."
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"It's like a Varsity Girls Volleyball playerās." He said, then slapped me in the balls. "Way to go!" He laughed as I doubled over, experiencing pain and intense arousal. I almost came.
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The entire night I was overwhelmed and speechless. Being evaluated and approved of in such a blatantly sexual fashion felt both erotic and natural. I didnāt know why I responded so positively to this objectification, and I didnāt know how Casey knew that I would.
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Two men asked if they could tag team, and Casey explained that they could, it would just cost extra. They picked me and Lexi to accompany them into the first bedroom. Once inside the large bedroom, they instructed us to get on our knees.Ā
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Lexi dropped first and I followed. The man named Andre walked up to Lexi and casually yet firmly grabbed her left tit and began to fondle it. "You have nice tits," he told her. He grabbed the other one and squeezed it harder. "Suck my dick now," He told her, and she did.
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"I'm straight but I get off on guys sometimes, that cool with you?" The other guy, named Jalen, told me.Ā
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"Uh, sure, I don't mind, yeah," I stammered.
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"You've got a great ass. Nice legs too. You're very fuckable," He said, speaking over the sounds of Andre face fucking Lexi.
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"You've got nice tits baby," Andre said, grunting, still squeezing Lexi's tits."I wanna cum but I'm not going to, okay?" He told her. "But I want you to know you've got a great mouth and suck a good dick. Don't take it personally if I don't cum, I just need to save myself for your pussy. That cool?"
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"Mm-hm," Lexi agreed, while sucking him.
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I'll admit I was attracted to Jalen, and liked the thought of him dominating me sexually. He had removed his shirt and had a muscular and typically hairy chest for a black guy. I'm not very hairy so I've found I am attracted to masculine men. "We're going to take our time I think," Jalen said. "I want to enjoy you. Like a fine, rare wine. You really are very fuckable. I'm going to fuck you long and slow and hard and fast. You want that, don't you?"
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I wanted to say yes, but I was quiet.
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"... Don't you?"
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I nodded that I did.
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"Good," Jalen said. āYou want to suck my dick?ā He asked. My heart began beating faster. I wanted to suck his cock badly, but couldnāt speak.Ā
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Lexi at this point had been thrown on the bed and was getting fucked very hard doggy style by Andre behind her. He spanked her asscheek as it jiggled from the ramming she was taking. He pulled hard on her brown hair. "Fuck you're good," He grunted afterward. "You like my cock?" Andre growled.
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"Mm-hm," Lexi muttered.
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"God damn you're a good fuck," He said.
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My heart continued to beat wildly and although my cock was aching to be fucked by Jalen, I ran out of the room, grabbed my clothes and ran out the front door.
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As soon as I left I regretted it but didnāt know how to go back. I knew I needed what Casey was offering me at the brothel. After this side of me had been awakened I needed to feed it.
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I had not returned until earlier this evening, Casey took me back and told me I was lucky that a big group had just flown in earlier and made a reservation. She needed to give them something special, so she needed me. She also told me if I ever did that again there would be no coming back, but I knew that wouldnāt happen.
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I had arrived early, in order to have ample time to make amends. Rather than sending me home and telling me to come back before the event started at 10 PM, she made me stay. She called the girls in early as well, which they were not happy about, and explained that she needed tonight to be a success, and therefore a little extra work was required. The girls groaned, but I had no idea what she meant. I wondered if she meant like a baseball team and we were going to do push-ups or sprints or something. But Bob entered the lobby waiting room, and I soon found out I had the wrong idea.
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"Line up," Casey sighed, and we all fell into a line, shoulder to shoulder, down the middle of the lobby, facing Bob.
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He walked directly up to me and without saying a word put his hand down my pants.
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"Good boy," He gave my freshly shaved balls a squeeze and walked back to the front of the room. He pulled a chair over and sat down.
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"Max. I want you to strip and crawl over here, please."
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I hesitated.Ā
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"Max!" He yelled, his face turning red. "Strip! Crawl over here now!"
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I felt my balls retreatĀ into my body out of fear and my knees buckled. I stripped and dropped to my knees. My mouth was very dry. I was shaking. I slowly crawled over to him.
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"Over my lap, please."
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For a moment I was confused by how to do it. As an adult, it's been a very long time since I was put over someone's lap. My dick began to twitch, yet my fear and anxiety made me annoyed with it. Why was I so attracted to this treatment? Being in this position? As my dick grew rock hard, I became lightheaded and bent over Bob's lap."
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"Up here, come on now," He lightly spanked my ass, indicating that he wanted me further up over his lap, with my ass in the air.
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"You can put all your weight on my lap, it's okay," he said.
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Thwack!
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Bob has very big hands and strong forearms and spanked me really fucking hard.