The Tipping Point: Part 10
Prior to The Thickening Morass of Intrigue: Sally recently ended an eventful day at The Splendid Vita, having witnessed her spouse, Tom, engaging in a bisexual rendezvous with Alice and Bob - incidents which were initially for both of them. Sally rested in the guest room, like a phoenix preparing to rise anew, licking her wounds in preparation for Day Two at The Splendor. But now is not the time to dissect the repercussions of permitting oneself to bed George; she had a formidable amount of tasks to accomplish at The Parlour, or Prowl Day, as she'd insidiously named it.
She awoke later than planned, and the bedroom looked like a crime scene, with disarray in every corner. Simon, ladykiller that she was referring to, had left no traces of his presence save for the entanglement of sheets at the side of the bed. Sal's mind swirled with questions regarding the unraveling course of their life, as stability was traded for more audacious dalliances. A refusal to ponder further postponed her inevitable conclusions, and attention turned to her morning routine instead.
Sally combed through her hair to alleviate that tremendous issue of uncontrollable growth in her lady bits with some magical ointment. Breakfast followed, after which she boarded the bus. From a distance, she glimpsed a taxi pulling up to the curb and the formation of Fred Flintstone exiting. Lyla was his moniker for the strapping young athlete who'd reciprocated the flirtatious glances between her and his elderly next-door neighbor Mary. At Mary's door, he indiscreetly swooped in and, upon her approval, re-emerged sporting the maid's apron, possessing an inconspicuous air of intimacy.
As she waited at the stop, her mind repeatedly strayed to the potential 'extracurricular' activities taking place in her neighbor's quarters. Thoughts continued to wander to the pleasurable aspects of sexual intimacy, as the scarlet hue pumped rhythmic pulses through her veins. Her approach to The Splendid Vita, though, sent her mind racing with further fantasies she hoped to indulge later.
Upon arrival, Kate and Scarlet were in deep conversation, diligently preparing for a boisterous party. The staff room contained a slender Asian woman.
"Salome," a polite, yet mature voice broke the silence. "Welcome to our humble abode. I'm Li Yung," said the woman.
Sally took in the delicate lady. Slender, inscrutable, or possibly nearing fifty, Li Yung's calm features were difficult to pin down. Dressed in a provocative fishnet body stocking, with her entire appearance intentionally carved to her advantage.
"Nowhere near as enchanting as your name suggests, yet a pleasure to meet you, Li Yung," offered Sally.
The woman paused to acknowledge the complement but returned to her chores, swerving back to the dryer. Sally's curiosity was disappointed, and she rushed to the staff room in search of a costume for her non-existent occupation, or at least something to be eradicated.
Upon entrance, Angel, a waif, stood gawking at the uniform racks.
"Good morn, Angel. Do you feel any better these days?" sounds a little perky.
Angel's face hardened. "The fuck are you yakkin' about?" she questioned irately.
"Ah, well, you said something similar yesterday - or was that incomprehensible?"
Angel looked suspiciously affronted, "The hell's your concern with my health?"
"But then I remember all the rabble you engendered just the day before, is all. "
"Sorry for my error; I recall a 'recipe' rather than some fetid state."
Angel shrugged, "Suppose you're not wrong then."
"Certainly not."
"Okay, so suppose I'm ill, Sister of Tranquility, could you spare me that creepy doll garment?"
"I'd prefer to avoid that scene, I'm afraid."
"As you wish. You'll have need of a suitable cossy if you're planning to join the harem, won't you?"
"I do enjoy the term cossy indeed."
"That garment I'm wearing might be your lot," Angel pointed to the soggy mess she'd selected.
Sally examined the worn fabric. "Alright... shall we use this and hope for the best?" A grotesque afterthought. "Thank you, unfortunate bunny doll"
Sally grimaced as her new costume was revealed. "Regal" was wiped from her vocabulary.
"That's perfect," she said in a low, raspy voice. She sheepishly grinned at Sally and added, "I hope you enjoy licking pussy, darling, because the guys at the party love a bit of girl-on-girl action to warm them up."
"I can do that," Sally said in response.
"I'll warn you though, my pussy gets very loud with a woman's tongue inside it," Angel said with a smirk. "I scream a lot, you know. The men call me Police Siren because I wail so much when I have a cock inside of me too."
"How long have you been doing this?" Sally asked. But Angel simply walked away, ending their little chat.
Sally got dressed like the day before and returned to the living room. Kate was busy sorting wristbands into different-colored piles and putting them on the cards with each girl's name on it. Sally's card read "Jezebel," of course, and her tokens were green. Scarlet's were red, Li Yung's were blue, and Angel's were white.
Kate looked at Sally and frowned, "You should really go without your underwear today, dear."
"But yesterday..." Sally started to protest.
"This is a different show today...it's best to have easy access to our pussies for a busy afternoon," Kate explained.
So back to the dressing room to take off her bottoms again. Then back to the living room. Kate had all the girls sitting around paying close attention. It seemed like she was going to give a speech. Sally sat down next to Li Yung on the couch.
"Ladies," Kate began. "Most of you know the rules, but I'll remind you anyway for Jezebel's sake." She glared at Angel, "Here are the rules."
Sally listened carefully as Kate went through the details of the party. Li Yung was very polite and attentive. Scarlet was still buffing her nails, and Angel showed no signs of trying to hide her boredom, even yawning at one point. Kate kept going, unfazed by the others' lack of interest. Then she suggested that the girls have their lunch before the busy afternoon. Scarlet had a very healthy-looking salad, Li Yung had some kind of noodle dish, and Sally had her sandwiches. Angel chose two energy drinks and sat slumped on a chair with one leg over the arm, showing off her bare crotch and nipple. She didn't even try to hide it. Sally figured the girl just enjoyed being controversial with her "council estate slag" image.
At 1 pm, the door opened, and there were four men standing outside already, trying to look casual and checking out the things in the charity shop window. The rest arrived in the next ten minutes and the door was locked again. There were ten men in total, and the living room felt crowded. Kate was busy organizing drinks for the men. Most chose bottles of beer, but some opted for tea, coffee, or just water. Perhaps they were worried about the effect of alcohol on their performance.
All the ladies had their admirers, and Sally found herself being touched by a couple of the bolder guys. One was holding something long and thick inside his pants. Either he kept a big German sausage in there, or he was just excited to see her.
When that man was called up to pay, Sally saw that he bought two green armbands and one each of the other colors. She smiled. Shortly after, all the men had paid, had put their clothes in lockers, and were sitting around with towels wrapped around their waists. They sat, drinking their beverages, and the ones who were feeling more daring chatted up the women. Most of their stories were from previous events at The Splendor or other establishments in the North. Strangely, none of the men seemed to be in a hurry to start anything sexual, maybe because they were worried about being watched by their peers.
Then Li Yung stood up, took an eiderdown from behind her chair, and went to lay it on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. The men quickly removed cups and glasses so she could put the blanket down. Then she approached Sally and got down on her knees before her. She took Sally's hands in a praying position and gently tugged them. The message was clear.
"Jezebel," Li Yung said with respect. "On the table, you must go," she whispered gently, pulling on Sally's hands.
Now Sally comprehended the reason behind the coffee table's immense size and durability. The parlor could've placed a slender, stylish, vintage table in the living room's center - a G-Plan glass-topped one would've been au courant - but it wouldn't have supported the weight of a person, much less the two individuals about to sit on it.
"Take charge," Sally replied. "I belong to you." She glanced around at the men, attempting to entice them into the oncoming proceedings. A few have yet to notice, but, as a hush pervaded the space and males nudged their neighbors, they fell silent one by one. Sally swept her gaze across the audience, enticing them to witness her.
Li Yung guided Sally onto the table's edge and later onto her back. As expected, Sally's generous breasts drifted apart slightly as she lay horizontally, tumbling from her chest. The audience expressed their admiration for her womanly form with murmurs. Li knelt and commenced eating out Sally's colleague.
"Go, dearie," said one man softly, looking around to ensure he wouldn't be chastised. When nobody objected, he continued, "Stimulate her for us."
Li Yung was proficient, exceedingly talented. Sally, aroused promptly, started to pant and whimper as Li's agile tongue delved, delicately delivering delightful sensations to Sally's cunt. Li licked, then sucked at Sally's clit before delving her fingers into Sally's vagina. Sally began to shudder, her breasts rising and falling, and she abruptly clenched on them. The Red blossomed in her mind.
"Oh! Oh! Li Yung! That's so, ah, ah, divine!" she gasped. Then she climaxed abruptly, her thighs quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. Surprisingly, Li didn't halt and Sally, her cunt still ripe with sensation, began to gasp even more violently. She writhed, attempting to flee from Li's persistent tongue, but Li kept up a steady pace and, in a practiced move, clambered on top of Sally. Sally was unexpectedly greeted with Li's exposed cunt, beckoning for her to lick it, while Li seized Sally's hips, leaving no chance of escaping this exceptional torment. As another climax began to overwhelm Sally, she almost considered rolling off the table to evade this exquisite torture. Instead, she reciprocated by returning the favor.
In the midst of this, Sally noticed Angel engaging with two more clients. Her dance style entailed grabbing men by their belts and dragging them closer before swaying her hips alluringly. She was successful, and a man extended a wristband to her. It was neatly placed on her wrist. Angela's performance had encouraged a departure, as the bead curtain rattled at their exit. Shortly, two other men pushed through, as she guessed they'd come to observe Angel's partner.
Scarlet, meanwhile, was seated on her lap, her back against his chest. He had grasped her dangling breasts and, thanks to the red plunging neckline of her costume, she provided unimpeded access to her enormous, pendulous breasts. A wristband appeared in her hand. Apparently, her generous rear was exerting a stirring effect. She regarded the wristband, eased up, raised her dress, and afterward, settled back on the man's lap. Empowered, she controlled her upward and downward movements as the man's breaths bore down on her, attempting to withhold his ejaculation.
Sally didn't hold back, in contrast to the customer, and climaxed repeatedly on Li Yung's tongue. He rendered a contented sigh and stepped off Sally, making a respectful bow. He was retrieved by a pair of other men who hastened to offer her wristbands before removing her from the scene. She appreciatively took both bracelets, deftly fastening them on in an instant. Perhaps, she conveyed through this action, she accepted the equal rights conferred upon by the two men who had access to her body.
Sally watched Li Yung ushering the two men out through the bead curtain. Her view was momentarily obscured by a man who clambered onto the coffee table and thrust a wristband in her hand simultaneously with his erect penis. His knees flanked either side of her chest and he attempted to merge his genitals with her face. Another man stroked her clit, presumably the same one who had attempted to intrude without permission. Against the rules but unconcerned, Sally disregarded this transgression, then accepted a wristband from the man who now mounted her face. Their groins bore down on her as he fed his penis into her mouth. He appeared determined to control the rhythm and thrust of this encounter and not allow Sally any say in it.
"Ugh," she moaned, as he thrust into her with force. Soon, another man joined in, pushing her thighs further apart. Sally surrendered to her fate, letting the man skillfully fingering her clit continue without any hitches. The cock in her mouth plunged deeper until her lips touched the pubic hair. Then he stopped.
Sally moved her tongue, rubbing it against the base of the cock in her mouth, and the man moaned and climaxed. There was a blend of pleasure and disappointment in his gasps as it appeared he had finished sooner than he'd wanted. Sally felt the pulsations of his dick as the sperm made its way toward her stomach, then the splash of warm cum across her face and hair as he withdrew before completing his orgasm.
The 'disappointed' man stood up from Sally and made his way to the private rooms. Sally looked around at the other punters watching her intently. Scarlet was still fucking her partner, with impressive stamina, but the free men seemed more interested in watching Sally. She was likely a newcomer, she thought, a novelty. The man on top of her focused on his fucking, while the other man nearby sported a semi-erect cock.
Sally reached for the towel, trying to pull it free. It fell to the floor, revealing an impressive erection. She pulled at it, drawing the cock and its owner closer to her head.
The man fucking her noticed her movements and paused. With dismay on her face, Sally feared he would stop or withdraw, leaving her empty and alone. But he grinned and turned her ninety degrees on the table. Now lying parallel to its shorter length, Sally's head hung over the edge. Her feet were on the floor, allowing her mouth and throat to become a vertical tunnel - ideal for a cock. A man quickly inserted his dick.
Her cunt fucking friend continued, much to Sally's joy, while the man in her throat continued his rhythm. The man who'd grasped her earlier stepped closer so she could stroke his cock. Another man took her hand and placed it on his already hard penis. Sally was in paradise, surrounded by groans, gasps, sweat, and saliva.
As she lay there, Sally pondered theological concepts. Where did the phrase 'seventh heaven' come from? Would it make a good name for a massage parlor like The Splendor? Perhaps seventh heaven referred to the best part of heaven, closest to God. Or maybe it was where people, who were essentially good but loved sex immensely, would end up. If so, that's where she longed to be. Or maybe a slice of hell where she could be fucked by big-dicked demons forever.
Cunt-fucker climaxed at that moment, withdrawing and coating her cunt with his semen. Sally was jolted from her thoughts of heaven and hell as his sperm splattered over her body.
"Angel just came!" one of the men exclaimed, having heard the noise. "Sorry, I have to see this! She puts on a fantastic 'council estate slut' show when she's in the zone. Goes from climax to climax like she's crazy!" He left for the rooms.
Sally wished she could follow him, but the man throat-fucking her showed no signs of stopping. Another man approached and, to Sally's delight, it was German Sausage Man, who'd been sitting beside her earlier. His tent-like towel revealed a considerable erection. She tried to kick the towel away, but he grasped her foot and started sucking on her big toe.
The unexpected sensations caused Sally to writhe in ecstasy on the coffee table. Despite her desire to see what was under the towel, German Sausage Man attributed her movements and did not show signs of slowing down.
"Ughhhu uggghhh," she moaned, realizing the words "Fuck me!" might be tough to comprehend under these conditions. Then the guy throating her stepped back, maybe the vibrations as she attempted to talk had pushed him over the edge. He shifted so the semen went into her mouth instead of her throat, then even farther back so his last squirts landed directly on her face, then he strolled away. Sally seized her chance. She smiled at sausage guy with a face covered in cum.
"Fuck me. Please, fuck me. Oh please. Now!" she begged.
"However, I'm curious about Angel," stated sausage guy, releasing Sally's toe.
"Me too," chortled Sally. "Give me a wristband and fuck me in a spot where we can see her." She was astounded to notice, despite being on the verge, she could recall the parlour's guidelines. She scanned her surroundings. Kate was by the desk, boobs out on display, casually chatting with a guy. She smirked at Sally, raised her glass, and returned to talking. Clearly, Sally was doing all right.
Sausage guy dragged Sally off the coffee table, slapped a wristband on her, and led her towards the bead curtain. Scarlet was actually getting her man to cum, and was cumming wildly. Another guy was waiting with a red tag wristband, set to take his turn when her vagina became available.
"Alright Jezebel. Let's explore what's happening," said sausage guy over Scarlet's lusty cries.
The open door they passed led to Li Yung being double-penetrated between her two men. Her facial expression was tortured, like she was in pain; however, her squeaks were pure bliss. The minuscule frame of Li appeared dwarfed by the massive fellows, yet Sally had been informed by Scarlet that Li had been a Splendor employee for years; she must know how to handle herself and the men.
The next occupied room exhibited Angel and several men. She lay on the bed, her baby-dress nightie discarded on the floor. She stretched out on her back, legs spread wide, clutching her feet with her hands. A man was punking her like no tomorrow, pounding her as if she committed a crime. It was a violent coupling devoid of love, consisting entirely of raw desire and, possibly, fury.
Sausage guy guided Sally towards a chair in the room, urging her to bend over and grip the back. They could both observe the action on the bed this way. He thrust his hand between Sally's legs and she instinctively widened her stance, then, by slightly kneeling, he slid his long, fat member into her already wet vagina. Sally exhaled with satisfaction, this was a superb piece of penis. Feeling no need to aide her gentleman, she just let her body be thrashed and tossed by the thrusts of his cock, and instead focused on the spectacle before her.
Angel stared intently into the eyes of the man pounding her. She featured a sour expression of irritation on her face, her eyes wide open, and her mouth twisted in a sarcastic manner.
She began ranting, "Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck harder! Whammy me cunt! Give me the entire thing! Share your dick. Hammer me! Slam me! Slay me indiscriminately!"
The man was taking this abuse and was frantically fucking her, sweat running down his body. To Sally's gaze, he appeared about to have a heart failure! He didn't seem terribly fit, the perspiration was copious, and he was red faced and gasping for breath because he tried to abide Angel's commands. As sausage guy gave her a solid yet leisurely screw, Sally wondered what would occur if Angel murdered her customer through sex. Would it be classified as an accident? Would the coroner attribute it to "death by sex-related misadventure"? Or would Angel face manslaughter charges?
"Harder! Harder! Bash my cunt! Give it to me! This deep! Wilder you prick! Attack me," screamed Angel, then she tossed on the bed, lifting her hips, and, as she experienced her orgasm, let out her signature wail, "Noooo! Naaaah! Noooo! Naaaah! Shiiiit!!! Yaaaah!!!".
"My god," cried the man. "I'm wrecked! Leave her for a bit, someone else decide to fuck this bitch for a while!" He withdrew from Angel, collapsing off the bed; she had overpowered him. Another guy stepped in, looking nervous about satisfying this wild woman. He positioned himself between her legs, then slid in a bit, and was jerked in by Angel, grabbing his buttocks and tugging him into her.
"I hope you can excel your friend," she snarled through clenched teeth. "I need a thorough bonking. Now get fucking."
A guy gave his all but it seemed insufficient for Angel, so he was pushed aside by another fellow with a large, strong boner that provided the aggression Angel obviously yearned for.
Sally, by this point, had realized who the men were who attended only to witness others engage in activities. One was plump, somewhat timid, and he navigated the room to maintain a safe distance from Angel while still being able to observe. The other continued to conversate with Kate, his gaze fixated on Scarlet's bouncing form.
The bashful man was smart to maintain some distance if he planned to merely observe. Several men dared to approach Angel, and their cocks received immediate attention. If a man's penis is forcibly drawn, he is likely to need it. And if he objects, he might lose it. Sally sucked and stroked madly, causing a few men to lose command and let loose cum over her.
Sally gasped from mind-blowing orgasms, but found herself dumped as her partner relocated to tend to Angel. He asked the man engaged with Angel to exit, and the guy was all too happy to comply. Then he snatched Angel and pulled her into a dog style position, slamming her down on his cock.
"Fucking hell fuck me," Angel spat out, her go-to insult, only for her face to transform into shock. "Jesus Christ! That's huge! Bigger than the one next to us." She gestured towards the guy who had just vacated, "Yes, that's good. Fuck me brutally! Make me your slut of cum!"
This guy, who had once given Sally so much satisfaction, was now mercilessly pounding Angel. Her insults were crumbling under the waves of pleasure.
"Fuck me hang hang hang," she panted. "Give it to meeeee. Do it. Make me. Argh! Argh!! Argh!!! Oh God!"
Silent streams of orgasms escaped her every time she screamed in pure ecstasy. Sally was dumbfounded, assuming everyone was watching Angel or receiving a mouthful of her intimate touches, but she suddenly found herself up against the wall, this time her lover was swapped out for Angel's new partner. This guy had a big cock, long and rigid, and great at licking her breasts as he thrusted, though he didn't last long. He lasted under five minutes. Since no one took his place, Sally figured she could use a drink and headed to the lounge. Upon arriving, Li Yung produced an orange juice and sat with her. Over forty-five minutes had passed.
Li Yung disclosed to Sally quiet enough to be overheard, "The show is over. Then comes relaxation. We are not porn stars. They require time to heal."
"I see," Sally responded quietly, puzzled. She'd imagined that the party would be continuous sex but it had become clear that there would be intervals of calm.
"Relax." Li whispered to Sally, subtly sliding her hand onto her vagina to discover a glistening presence. "Wasandien (probably untranslatable)"
Sally thought this was a particularly Eastern perspective. But Li was likely right. After one man moved on for another round, the other men would follow suit due to a sense of guilt toward their honor. Her vagina would once again be filled.
In due time, Angel reemerged, stripped naked, surrounded by her entourage. She declined the orange juice given to her by Li and excused herself to the staff room. When she came back out, her face was flushed, and she commanded attention. She paraded around, spreading her cunt lips apart and making salacious faces in front of the men. A couple of the men began to fondle themselves.
Sally's second round was in progress swiftly. Two men sent Scarlet into another room. She discarded her dress, stepped out of it, and led the way into the decorative archway. While Sally guided the men to the jacuzzi, she noticed Scarlet's seductive buttocks moving in fascinating ways, caked in a dark, round figure. Scarlet's display of eroticism was far superior to Angel’s dance. Then Li Yung was chosen, and they exited. Angel sprawled out on the sofa with three men's legs stretched under her, and demanded their hands be directed to her most private areas.
It was then Sally's turn. Two men stood up.
Sally said, "The water's fantastic for you guys." The two customers, who were dressed like businessmen when they initially entered The Splendor, entered. Sally considered her outfit. Heels, stockings, suspender belt, and a quarter bra had allowed the customers access to her charms so far, but it wouldn't be wise to let them get wet. She had to remove them.
Sally walked over to the ornate foot stool and lifted her right foot onto it. She loosened the ties on her high-heeled shoe and slipped her foot out. Then she realized the two men were watching her intently. Should she perform for them? They seemed to be holding their penises and maybe doing more than just holding them.
She removed her shoe and dropped it to the floor while staring at the customers. Then she sat on the foot stool. Lifting her leg, she unhooked the stocking from the suspender belt and slid it off slowly and seductively until it landed on the floor in a silky swoosh. This was probably a little like the cinema poster for "The Graduate," but without Dustin Hoffman in the background. She did the same with her other shoe and stocking. Two sets of eager eyes watched her.
The suspender belt was next. Sally stood up and turned so the customers could appreciate her pussy and butt as she unhooked the strap. Then, free from its grasp, she twirled it on her finger before letting it fly into a faraway corner of the room. Finally, she removed her quarter bra. This was easy, as the clasp was in the front. For a moment, she considered finding a bra that would require assistance for future visits to The Splendor as a sensual surprise.
As her breasts fell free, she stepped toward the customers and shook her breasts in their faces. Then she joined them in the water. It was warm and cozy, and she eased herself between them, splashing water on her breasts. They moved closer to her, and water haas greased their skin as they pressed against her, hands guiding their cocks into her hands. The men willingly allowed her to grasp their cocks and began stroking them. She observed their reactions and confirmed they were thoroughly enjoying it.
It didn't take long for the men to crave more than just pleasure in the water. Soon, Sally was getting fucked from both ends, her breasts jiggling from the forceful strength of their movements. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. The jacuzzi was perfect. If only Tom could be persuaded to allow a jacuzzi at home. He preferred plain bathtubs with no whirlpool or bubble effects, and convincing him to install a shower in their home had taken time.
The jacuzzi made caresses slick, and the warmth invigorated them. The men soon reached climax, and Sally strove to prevent the man who had been in her mouth from filling it with cum while the man in her pussy ejaculated into her. The idea of being filled with their seed thrilled the customers, and the water needed to be cleaned before another client. Some customers didn't mind bathtubs of cum, but most preferred it to be taken out.
The customers wanted a different position and brought the man who had previously been in her mouth to sit on the ledge at the deeper end of the jacuzzi. Sally straddled him, her back to him, and he reached around to cup her breasts. The other customer, she positioned in front of her, allowing her to stroke his cock while rocking on the seated man's cock. After around ten more minutes, Sally had an orgasm, wriggling so hard that they slid off the ledge and into the deeper part of the water.
Their laughter and splashing ensued, followed by the two men bending her over the edge of the jacuzzi, with her feet submerged and hands on the floor. They took turns pounding her pussy, and the water held her securely, resulting in maximum force with each thrust. At one point, the door opened, and two men peered in. Sally looked up at them, her face likely reflecting the intense lust she felt. Her customers continued their sessions, not minding the wristbands they had yet to use. She was happy to have their cocks until they bowed out.
Sally lounged in the water for a few moments before hastily showering and getting dressed. She'd been out of the brothel for about forty minutes, and she knew Kate would be waiting for her in the lounge. She checked her wristbands, realizing she'd likely attended to all of the clients who'd paid for her services at the beginning of the session. The wooden tokens clicked and clacked together as she moved her arm. Hopefully, someone had bought more tokens for her during this time. It was best to return and check.
As she walked back, she passed a room where Li Yung was once again engaged with a single customer. The man was huge, and Li was sitting on him with a cowgirl pose. Her small frame contrasted sharply with his large stature as she moved up and down, her tiny hands on his belly to steady herself. His penis wasn't particularly large, and Sally was surprised at Li's ability to move on him without it slipping out of her vagina.
Entering the next room, Sally witnessed an unusual scene. Angel was there with two men, and she had convinced one to lie on the bed on his stomach. She lay on his back, her arms down, and held his waist, looking up at the ceiling. It seemed like some bizarre circus act as the second man in the room fucked her. Then, she indicated that they should change positions and the energetic fucker switched places with his friend. Sally sensed Angel was up to something in this situation.
Angel took the man's penis for a minute before grabbing it and repositioning it over her friend's ass hole. He pushed in, and his kneeling friend gasped as the cock, well-lubricated with Angel's vaginal juices, slipped into his ass.
Angel rolled off the man's back and shouted, "Go on man! Fuck him! He's your friend. Give him cock. Oh he's gonna love this!"
"Ah," gasped the man as he was analed. "Ah, ah! You bitch. I said I was bi-curious, that's all, just a little cock sucking. Oh God!"
It was too late. Thrusting man was getting into his rhythm and hammered away at 'only bi-curious'. Angel watched with a wicked grin on her face as 'only bi-curious' changed his tone. He was starting to enjoy it.
"Nyah! Christ!" he cried. "Oh that's weird. It feels so good. I never thought, ah ah ah, keep going, don't stop, don't stop!"
Angel then reached under the man to grasp his erect penis. He moaned and grunted as she jerked his cock, spraying pre-cum everywhere. Sally mentally noted that she should hope Angel took care of the sheets quickly.
Upon entering the lounge, the sounds of the anal intercourse and wanking weren't completely drowned out by the bead curtain, though they were slightly quieter. It seemed like the whole event was wrapping up. Scarlet had returned up the stairs, having let out a few men who needed to leave. They were likely heading back to their normal lives - home, work, or simply a pub to ponder what they'd seen and done. A few men remained in the lounge chairs, showing no signs of leaving or wanting more sex. Sally couldn't help but feel a bit let down.
Interestingly, it was Kate who wrapped up the day's sexual activity. That is, if you didn't count Li Yung riding her large client and the two bi guys banging away in the green room under Angel's direction. Kate was standing behind the reception desk with her ample breasts out of her corset, and one of the voyeurs was actually fucking her from behind. He had a look of pleasure on his face as he thrust, his hands clutching at Kate's large breasts. She was grinning ear to ear, evidently enjoying that she wasn't too old for this. After he came, cum gushing out of her, Kate grinned again and kissed him, saying, "You're a good boy."
"Now go put your clothes back on because it's almost time for us to close," she smiled.
Over the next half hour, more and more men left the place. After that, some cleaning and tidying up took place. As soon as the last man had left, the band count happened. All the girls had done well. Surprisingly, Li Yung had the most bands out of all. She had been quietly working away, and if "beavering" was the right phrase in this scenario, then that's exactly what she had been doing. Mostly by taking single punters into an open-door room and then coaxing a stellar performance out of them in front of their peers. Some of her clients had immediately returned to Kate to buy another band. Sally wondered if there was a moral to this, that quiet charm and competence could beat out Angel's aggressive screaming.
And regarding Angel, she took her money, sniffed, and put it into her jeans back pocket. Sally hoped she wouldn't spend it on something Sven wouldn't approve of, but she had her fears. Scarlet put her cash in her purse, took an umbrella out of her handbag – it was now raining – and tightened her coat around her. She left, looking just like a regular, middle-aged mum. Li Yung said she'd stay behind to load the laundry machines. Sally took the bus home, getting a bit wet because she couldn't foresee bringing an umbrella, yet she still felt accomplished because of the Red.
After the party, life at The Splendor settled into a routine. Sally worked four shifts a week; sometimes five if one of the other girls couldn't make it. She became a popular girl among the guests and several men became 'her regulars'. They always asked for her when they visited and would sometimes call to check if she was working.
She also dealt with different kinds of clients.
The man who wanted to pee on her in the shower, and another who wanted her to pretend he was her complaining wife so he could yell at her and then fuck her aggressively. The chap who always paid for an hour but mostly talked about his work issues and only occasionally had intercourse. And this guy who spent his time fiddling with her breasts and ended each session with a "tit wank." And another man who jammed strawberries and cream between her pussy lips, licked them out, and then wanked over her face.
And then there was the hypnotist.
This fella came with two friends who asked for "sloppy seconds" after they had "cum in Jezebel." Both of the hypnotized chaps had strange expressions on their faces and were absolutely passive, waiting for instructions. They believed they were making love to their own wife, and trying to get her pregnant. One guy called Sally 'Joan' and the other called her 'Betty', and neither saw this as inconsistent when their pal used the other name. They passionately fucked Sally and demonstrated tenderness too. They didn't react when the man who had brought them there assaulted 'their wife' in front of them, pouring his dick into a vagina filled with two men's juices. That's when Sally deduced they were hypnotized. It was definitely more fun than being on stage and imagining you were a chicken in front of a laughing crowd.
Weeks passed, and Sally returned home each shift with an envelope of money. Then one day, Tom asked her to let Kate know she was going on vacation. Everything was booked, he assured her.
Sally was very much looking forward to a holiday brimming with black cocks. But first, she had something to organize. The following day, she sent a text message to Diana, "The Lady of the Manor." They met up in the village cafe. Diana was all sun-kissed, freshly back from her own getaway. They chatted casually about village gossip over coffee before turning to more engaging matters. Sally was in search of tips on how to behave like a black cock hot wife in the Caribbean. She listened attentively to Diana's advice. Yet, she also had a specific request to make.
"Diana," Sally whispered while stirring her tea. "I think I'm ready for The Beast."
"Really?" Diana raised her eyebrows.
"Yes, I know it's rather sudden," Sally quietened her voice even more and got closer. "I know he violated Carmel until she passed out on him, but I desire to encounter him. I want his massive cock in me. To see if I can stand it. To see if I can be his fuck toy."
"Ah," said Carmel, who had just walked past them with a tray of pastries for a customer. "Did I hear someone mention my name in vain?"
"It was me," Sally stated, slightly lowering her voice again. "I was just talking about when you first had The Beast."
Carmel laughed, "Yes. It was quite a night. Never felt so stuffed in my whole life. It was a top-notch fuck, pity I couldn't stay conscious until the end."
Sally licked her lips, "I've asked Diana if she can arrange a session with him. I want The Beast to fuck me senseless just like you."
"Wow, what a brave kid!" Carmel exclaimed. Then she smiled at Diana, "So, Diana, any update?"
"Yeah, Sally, you're making great progress on your road to becoming a complete slut," Diana grinned at Sally.
"Really?", Sally responded, curious.
"Absolutely, Sally. We're almost done with the script and props for a new Erotic Fairy Tale at the Manor House Theatre. The Beast is in the story and he does have his share of action, as usual, he goes until the woman faints."
Both Sally and Carmel said, "That sounds fascinating!" at the same time.
"It's going to be a fresh take on Jack and the Beanstalk, with The Beast playing the role of the Giant," explained Diana.
Sally couldn't contain her excitement, "Do you think I could be part of the show, Diana?"
"I'll talk to the director. But, Sally, I believe you'd be ideal for Jack's mother's role. The Beast will be intimate with her.", Diana added.
Sally was overjoyed, "Yes, please!" She gave Diana a hug.
"Carmel, how would you feel about being Jack's cow, Milky White?" Diana stroked Carmel's hip.
"Well, I think it's the ideal part for me, dear. I'm confident in my ability to portray furry characters. No lines to learn either.", Carmel added.
Diana stood up, "Alright, Sally, we'll be in touch once you return from your vacation. This will be a memory you'll treasure for life.", she promised.
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