Pamela stretched her arms high, emitted a deep, drawn-out yawn, and blinked her weary eyes. A blur of wavy blonde hair, her head thrashed from side to side as the bed she’d spent the night in was bouncing and creaking in a lewd, rhythmic fashion beneath her.
“Good morning, Pam-Pam,” Scarlett said in a gentle tone, shrugging her shoulders, her face scrunched up. “And … sorry? We didn't mean to wake you again.”
Pamela rubbed at the meddlesome ache in her lower back and, upon recognition, gazed into the face of her best friend. Scarlett's features were ablaze as she rode Charlie's cock cowgirl-style, her thighs straddling his pelvis, her luscious, surgically enhanced breasts flopping about.
“I don't want you to be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry.” Pamela had to clear the morning gravel from her throat before she spoke again. “Waking up like this is so incredibly sexy. It never gets old.”
The thirty-year-old reached out and twined her fingers around Scarlett's hand. She then focused on their paying customer. “What's up, Charlie? Good morning to you, baby. Couldn't stop yourself from enjoying Scarlett again, huh? Well, can't blame you for that.”
Charlie's body, though running on fumes, had a profound reaction to Pamela's touch and sweet disposition. He’d become lost in the sensations that continued to build, the quickening, the pull from within. “I gotta fuck you one more time, Pamela.” His voice was strained, raspy. “At least one more time.”
Charlie made his return to the brothel last evening just as Sammy left following his three-hour GFE spectacular with Lindsay. Still overwound with visions of marital bliss permeating his brain (and certainly not expected back so soon), Charlie spoke to Colt in the parlor and requested Pamela’s presence the instant he arrived. During his drive from Vegas, Charlie came up with an exciting idea and shared it with Pamela.
“You were incredible earlier, sweetheart. You gave me the time of my life and made me happier than I've ever been before. Who knows what the future holds? Who knows if I'll ever be able to make it out here again? Tomorrow isn't guaranteed. It's not for any of us, right?” Charlie was becoming emotional, a fate that often befell older virgins who visited the house, so Pamela gripped his hand to offer some moral support.
“It’s okay, baby. Talk to me.”
“I drove all the way back to Vegas but thought about you the entire time. You made every fantasy I've ever had become a reality, and I needed to see you again. So, I came back. Every fantasy, that is, except one.”
“Oh?” Her brows shot up. “What's that?”
“I'd like to book an overnight party – a threesome – with you and the redhead. What’s her name again? And is she available?”
As luck would have it, Scarlett was available, and they partied through the night as a triad.
“Oh my God, that feels so good. Oh God.” Scarlett’s body flopped around like an Olympic gymnast atop Charlie’s dick as he thrusted his hips upward, his abdomen frozen, to create more mutual stimulation. “Keep going! Keep going!” The sound of frantic fucking mixed with her urgent pleas. “Oh, baby. Don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”
After three hours of one-on-one bliss yesterday afternoon, Charlie had been the centerpiece of a Pamela and Scarlett sandwich since eleven o’clock last evening with fragmented patches of sleep mixed in here and there. It was past nine in the morning now, and Charlie had forty-one minutes remaining in this threesome overnight party that set him back an additional $15,000 (plus another $750 in credit card processing fees).
Long specialty parties like this didn't come cheap.
“That’s just the way Scarlett prefers being fucked too!” Pamela trailed her tongue along Charlie’s neck and collarbone, down to his pectoral region, and he couldn’t suppress the gasp that escaped his lips. His heart jackhammered away. “I looooove watching your big dick slide in and out of her like this.”
Charlie had been spoiled rotten by these two. Best of all, it wasn’t over yet.
Pamela’s eyes flashed as she glanced back up at her girlfriend. “What do you say, Scarlett? Do I get another piece of Charlie too?”
Seeming to be lost in her own personal ecstasy (though it was an elaborate act on her part to make their client happy), Scarlett placed both hands across Charlie's chest and used it as a balancing point. She bounced atop his cock harder, faster, full of energy. “Give me a minute, baby.” Scarlett's eyes, a lambent, jade green, soon closed, and she lifted her chin skyward. “Just one min …”
She let out a high-pitched screech and faked her twelfth orgasm since their party began over ten hours ago. That seemed like forever, and Scarlett couldn't wait for this ordeal to finally end. I’m sick and tired of this pathetic excuse for a man bulldozing my insides. She was more than happy to hand the reins over to Pamela. Thank God. It’s her turn now. Still, Scarlett’s actions were convincing and had Charlie fooled.
Pamela rose to her knees in the aftermath, hugged Scarlett, and kissed the side of her head, her face, her ears, and especially her lips. She tasted like alcohol and sex, and Pamela had a reaction of her own. These ladies had great chemistry and loved having threesomes with their customers. It was much better than a typical one-on-one. The financial payoff was greater, and they shared physical responsibilities instead of being the sole focus.
Pamela had a hand on Scarlett's ass, kneading every gorgeous inch, and continued to serenade her with kisses and ear nibbles.
“Oh, dear God. That felt good. So good.” Scarlett was all smiles as her body crested downward from the height of an imaginary orgasm. Instead of focusing on Charlie, she met Pamela's mouth for an amorous kiss that included plenty of tongue action. Though not bisexual in her personal, away-from-the-ranch life, Scarlett had no issues making out and/or having sex with Pamela (or any other lady employed here). But only if the price is right. They desperately tilted and twisted their heads until finding just the right angle.
Charlie lay there watching, his heart still thumping.
“You want your turn, sweetheart?” You better say yes.
Blushing and biting her lip, Pamela nodded and cast her gaze toward Charlie. “I definitely want to fuck him again.” Though exhausted and wishing she could sleep for the next seventy-two hours, literally, Pamela had a job to do. “Charlie’s my guy.”
Scarlett dismounted him, and his cock wobbled and pointed toward the ceiling. It throbbed, his balls full and aching, needing a proper release.
All along, Charlie planned to save his final load for Pamela. Well, that, and the fact he was in love with her and had visions of riding off into the sunset with her to a whole new life. But even if that didn’t happen, Pamela was still going to be an integral part of Charlie’s life story forever. Since she’d popped his cherry, he would never, ever forget this woman.
Unlike most working girls, that knowledge held some weight with Pamela. While she wouldn't allow herself to develop a true attachment, she still cared about her clients long after they left the house and routinely conversed with several through e-mail. A lot of the women in the industry, despite appearances, couldn’t care less for even their most loyal customers.
Scarlett rolled off to the side, changed out the condom again, and applied a generous helping of lubricant. She snagged Pamela's wrist and helped her climb atop Charlie. I need a break from this loser. With her opposite hand, Scarlett grasped Charlie’s shaft and guided it toward Pamela's pussy.
“Oh, wow. You're already wet.” Scarlett acted astonished as she popped the thick, flared head between Pamela's tender folds. This was a routine they'd practiced and perfected together over the years countless times. “How is that possible?”
“After what you and Charlie did to me overnight? The two of you rocked my world like it hasn't been rocked in a long, long time!” Pamela laughed at her words, obviously an exaggeration, as she slid onto Charlie's cock with a pleasurable moan. She impaled herself completely, totally, gloriously. To Charlie, it was too much, too exhilarating.
“Can this bed be any more defiled than it's already been in the past ten hours?” Now it was Scarlett’s turn to reach out and fondle Pamela’s ass, round and perfect. “I mean, this bed of mine is iconic. It's seen so much action since last night, it isn't funny.”
Pamela leaned over and flicked her tongue across Scarlett's lips. “Don't worry, it's got plenty more miles left on it, baby.”
“If we have time, once you're finished having your fun with Charlie, I'm gonna play with your little pussy and make you cry out in orgasm.” Scarlett’s smile turned predatory, even sardonic. “In fact, I wanna fuck you with my strap-on dildo too. The pink one … your favorite. Sound good, sweetie?”
Pamela nodded again, her eyes glazed over.
“I want Charlie to watch me fuck you.”
“Oh, man!”
“Thank you for everything, baby.” Scarlett was gracious as she leaned over and offered a full-fledged kiss to Charlie’s lips. “Good Lord, lover. You know how to make a girl feel special. I’ve had so many orgasms being with you and Pamela, I lost count! I need to run off and use the restroom but promise to be back in a few minutes.”
Scarlett kissed Pamela again as well, then stood and gathered her coils of mercury-red hair atop her head before allowing them to topple back down across her shoulders. The move seemed innocent, but Scarlett realized exactly what she was doing. To Charlie, it was ridiculously sexy and would excite him even more. “You two kids have fun, okay?”
Without a stitch of clothing on, Scarlett sashayed out of the bedroom, her hips swaying seductively, and off to the washroom she shared with Kenzie down the hallway.
*
With Pamela now as his sole focus, Charlie reached out, palmed her breasts, and her nipples leapt to attention against his thumbs. Oh God, sweetheart. Let’s ditch this place right now, run off, and get married on The Strip. The two temporary lovers made eye contact and smiled. You have no idea how much I care about you.
Pamela crinkled her nose, bent all the way over, and kissed him madly, deeply, possessively. “Oh, this has been awesome, Charlie. Thank you so much for coming back and booking an all-nighter with Scarlett and me. I'm so happy. We both are. I hope you've enjoyed yourself and this is a positive memory which lasts until the end of time for you.”
His hips bucked and churned, wanting more of Pamela's pussy – all of it – as she was perched so snug atop him. I hope you last until the end of time for me, sweet princess. “This has been the best twenty-four hours of my life. You … you’ve showed me what it’s like to finally be happy.” Joyful tears streaked down his face. “I can’t … I can’t thank you enough either.”
“My pleasure, baby.” Pamela was so tender, so amicable. “I’ve enjoyed it.”
Charlie grimaced for a split second, as his sister made him promise during their earlier discussion that he wouldn’t make a move on Pamela just yet. I want to do it now! “I'd love to come back later this year and visit you again. Probably in September.” I’ll get to know you through e-mail and hopefully over the phone between now and then, show you how sincere I am, and how I could give you the happiness you deserve. Come September, he’d ask Pamela to go on an actual date. We could go to Vegas and have a blast.
His short-term goal was simple: I want you out of this house and living with me by the end of the year.
Pamela peppered the stubble on his chin with kisses. “I'd love to party with you again in the future, baby. Please, please do come back in September. Just send me an e-mail first on the website and let me know the exact date and time, okay? I'll be here. Or you can call and let either Colt or Jim know.” She opened her mouth over his and it became another soul-destroying kiss. “I'll be here whenever you want as long as you make an appointment first.”
Charlie could have kissed her like that forever, but instead grasped her waist with both hands as she transitioned into an upright position. “C'mon, Pamela. Ride me reverse-cowgirl like you did yesterday afternoon.” He shifted his hips, desperate to be inside her again. “That's still the best orgasm I've experienced of them all.” With time an issue, Charlie needed to get off in the worst way possible. “I know you said it's your favorite position. It's so sexy to watch you bounce atop me.”
No, it wasn’t her favorite position. Pamela only claimed it was because Charlie enjoyed it so much. Her preference was missionary, though she didn’t care for intercourse at all anymore (not even in her private life with Colt). She enjoyed oral and cuddling more than anything.
Regardless, his cock still embedded within her, Pamela swiveled around on command as he put both his legs together in a straight, rigid line, the same way she'd instructed him during reverse-cowgirl yesterday. Charlie found Pamela's drum-tight backside and gave it a stinging smack, which caused her to yelp. She leaned all the way over and latched onto his knees.
Charlie grunted and closed his eyes as Pamela's hips bounced atop his dick. Yet those eyes soon popped open as he again zeroed in on the image of her ass stretched so tight before him. He slapped it three times in a row, inciting Pamela further as she rubbed her nipples against his thighs. But Charlie dared not move or twitch his own hips. Yesterday, Pamela informed him she preferred he remained still and let her do all the work while in this position. She claimed it provided her the utmost pleasure.
In reality, again, this position was uncomfortable for Pamela, but having her trick lay motionless like a stiff piece of plywood made it at least somewhat bearable.
Most working girls rode on top whenever possible since it allowed them to control the speed and the depth of the thrusting. Of course, certain clients wouldn't allow them such control and wanted to keep it for themselves. These men used their dick as if it were a weapon, thrusting as hard and as long as they could, and believed it provided more pleasure for the lady when all it usually did was cause pain and discomfort.
After twelve long years of working here, was it any surprise Pamela found little to no pleasure during intercourse anymore?
“Fuck, you're so tight.” Charlie struggled to get the words for a valid reason. He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them wide. How was he still awake? It had to be adrenaline and Charlie figured he'd suffer a massive crash and burn once returning to the hotel later. I’ll probably pass out like I’m drunk. “I love my tight, little Pamela. Your pussy feels so heavenly. Just heavenly.” Every muscle was stretched to its max.
Charlie propped the back of his head up against the headboard and allowed himself an unobstructed view as his shaft invaded her. Lavish golden hair shimmered down the length of Pamela's back in messy, tangled waves as she clutched her lower spine with both hands, an excruciating, intense ache stabbing through it.
“I love seeing your ass, baby. Oh, fuck yeah. C'mon, bounce on me. Bounce on me harder. Yeah, that's it. That's it. I like that. God, that ass looks so fucking good. I wanna have it for breakfast!”
“Oh, Charlie! Charlie! Oh my God, being with you like this is so sexy.” It took all of Pamela’s willpower to push through this torment, particularly the ache in her lower back. “I wanna ride your dick all day long!”
“What the fuck?” Scarlett stomped her bare foot in the nearby washroom as she glared at the latest text message on her cell phone.
>> Charlie has spent a lot of money. Offer him 30 minutes for free and I'll make sure you’re reimbursed accordingly. I want Charlie to leave here with the best sendoff possible. Always want to put quality customers first. Be done by 10:30.
“Goddammit, Colt!” No microphones were in the washroom, so Colt wasn’t witness to Scarlett’s brief outburst. He wouldn't be happy if he was. “I'd like some sleep! I'm so tired. I can barely fucking stand up!”
Of the $15,000 discounted rate Pamela and Scarlett negotiated with Charlie last evening for eleven hours, Scarlett would receive a cut of $3,750 after splitting it with Pamela and the house. Two-girl parties like this were at a premium and Scarlett charged $900 an hour for herself (netting $450) for them. That didn't include what the other lady charged as her fee for a threesome. Usually, if it was Pamela and Scarlett, they'd charge $1,600 or $1,700 an hour as a duo, and to make it easier, split the proceeds. Scarlett wouldn't do a split with anyone else.
Happy Ending Ranch got its fifty percent share too.
In similar situations like this in the past with other working girls, this was where Pamela would run into trouble. They’d become jealous and claim that of the $15,000, $3,750 would go to them while Pamela and Colt, since they were the owners, would pocket $11,250. On the surface, it seemed unfair, but what those ladies failed to take into consideration was that a sizable chunk of that $11,250 gave them a comfortable roof over their head, three healthy meals and snacks per day, unlimited supplies and drinks, other paid expenses, and helped provide employees such as Jim, the bartenders, chefs, and maintenance their weekly paychecks as well. Not to mention all the other fees Colt and Pamela had to pay as business owners.
Their annual license fee for the brothel, as an example, was $19,000 by itself. Adding to the laundry list were the liquor license, property taxes, household utilities, and so much more.
Despite appearances, Scarlett understood Colt and Pamela weren't shortchanging her. They'd never low-ball her. She was well-versed in the process. Still, for eleven hours (and now an extra thirty minutes), Scarlett believed she deserved more.
>> I know you're exhausted and not feeling well after a long night, so I’ll give you a $4,500 cut of the fee – a $750 bonus. You deserve it.
“Oh, wow.” Scarlett dropped her phone into the empty sink and blew out a breath after reading the latest text message. “And why exactly were you bitching about Colt, hmm?” She again glanced at her reflection, shook her head, and sighed. “He always takes care of us.” Still, Scarlett let out a little whine. “All I wanna do is go to bed.”
She texted back.
>> I’ll offer Charlie 30 minutes for free.
“Hey. You and Pamela doing okay?” Fresh out of bed, Kenzie appeared and offered Scarlett a long, thoughtful hug. “You look like you’ve been through the wringer. Overnight parties are rough, especially when a second girl is involved.”
“I'm fine, but also tired and want to go to bed.” Scarlett grunted as Kenzie kissed her on the forehead and stepped back. “I mean, Charlie's the sweetest guy. He's one of the nicest guys I've ever met.” Scarlett exhaled a deep, agitated breath. “But the man has no idea what he's doing in the bedroom. I know Pamela feels the same way. This hasn’t been a fun experience for either of us.”
“He was a thirty-six-year-old virgin until yesterday, so of course he doesn’t know what he's doing. Cut him some slack, will you?”
“I know he's inexperienced. I do.” Clenching her hands into tight fists, Scarlett’s body was dealing with her own assortment of aches and pains. “But it's made for a monotonous night. A lot of babysitting and repeating the same things. Pamela and I having to show and help him, for example, with just where to stick it in. And he keeps asking us if it's still in.” She grunted low in her throat and tossed her hands up. “He doesn't even know.”
Kenzie gave an understanding nod. “How much longer do you have to go?”
“About an hour.” Scarlett’s lips curved into an exaggerated pout. “Save me, Cierra!”
“I always try to look for the good in my clients and focus on it,” Kenzie said, not pleased that Scarlett said her real name. Her neck went stiff, the cords sticking out. “Even if it's a cute little dimple on their chin, I find something positive and stick to it. Never dwell on the negative. Avoiding that makes the time go by so much faster.”
Back in the bedroom, Charlie couldn’t resist as he went upright and pulled Pamela's torso to his. His hands once again mashed her breasts. His thoughts scattered as she speared herself on his cock, over and over, her hands covering his and squeezing. Charlie burrowed his nose on Pamela's neck and reveled in her feminine scent, then gathered some skin between his teeth and bit.
Pamela shrieked with surprise.
“It's time you suck me off.” Charlie's words were domineering as, wanting to change things up, he placed both hands on Pamela's ass and pushed her away. Off she went easily. After all, Scarlett rode him for fifteen minutes a short while ago. Charlie wanted something different.
“You're sucking my cock. Get on your knees … now.” Charlie was full of bravado, but those feelings would fade by the time he made it back to Michigan in a few days. They always did for the older virgin who ruled the world after finally having his cherry popped.
Pamela needed no further coaxing as, after applying a fresh condom, her small, manicured hand was gripping the base of his erection. Her lips closed around it. Those eyes stayed locked with his as she shifted from the bed down to her knees on the floor with relative ease. Charlie stood and held on to the side of her head, ready for entrance.
“Show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours.” He tightened his dual grip and made her accept him further into that wet, exquisite orifice.
Pamela whimpered. Charlie's knees trembled and he had to stabilize himself to keep from stumbling. Pamela's hair had fallen around her face, but Charlie used his right hand to sweep the wayward strands back over her left shoulder so he could watch his shaft plunge into and immerse itself into what he'd paid for.
“I love you, Pamela.” Unable to keep those words in any longer, they came pouring from Charlie’s lips. “I love you so much. I … I want …”
“Oh, come on, baby. Don’t be silly! You don’t even know me.” Pamela let loose a brittle laugh and shrugged those words off, just as she’d done countless times with other clients who’d become infatuated with her. She took the full length of Charlie’s dick into her mouth and sucked with a wild, starved ferocity, hoping it would steer his thoughts away from anything crazy like love or commitment.
“I know enough about you to know that you’re the girl of my dreams, and everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife. I … we could be happy. Together.”
Pamela closed her eyes and her stomach roiled as her head bobbed even faster.
“Hi, sweetie.” Scarlett reentered the bedroom with a near-empty bottle of Michelob Ultra and zeroed in on Charlie with a bright, cheerful smile. Buck naked and looking like a super-toned goddess from the annals of Greek mythology, the thirty-four-year-old set the bottle to the side, hurried over to Charlie with a bounce in her step, and tossed both arms around his shoulders.
Scarlett reappearing like this was exactly what Pamela needed.
“So sorry I had to step away and use the restroom.” The alcohol provided Scarlett fuel, a way to deaden her senses further, and would aid in reaching the finish line in this ridiculous threesome. That, and needing a break, was the real reason Scarlett went to the washroom.
She closed her mouth over his for a probing kiss as Pamela continued to service him on her knees. “Listen, baby. You've spent your hard earned money and pampered us so much, made us feel so special. How would you like an extra thirty minutes for free? On the house?”
Pamela's eyes widened in disdain for an instant – Colt was obviously behind this – but she masked those feelings in a hurry. The customer could never see anything negative.
Charlie sighed and looked like it was his wedding day. In a sense, it was – the start of a new beginning. He was overjoyed, figuring he and Pamela would be married and looking to start a family by this time next year.
Perhaps Scarlett could be their live-in plaything?
“Thirty minutes for free?” His voice was low, scratchy. “Oh, wow. Yes. You're not joking with me, are you?”
“Of course not, baby. Don’t be silly!”
“Yes, yes, thank you. I'd love that.”
Scarlett smashed her lips to his and shoved her tongue into his mouth, exploring every recess. “Is it okay if I get down on my knees and help Pamela suck your dick?” Scarlett let loose with an exaggerated little pout, her lips now brushing his ear. “I'm hungry too.”
“Yes, by all means! Go for it!”
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Topic: Kayleigh is a Goddess!
From: SammySlams
Gender: M
#Posts: 2361
Kayleigh is a Goddess!
Posted: July 18, 2018, 8:13am PST
Miss Kayleigh is a Goddess if there ever was one. I spent time with her this past Tuesday night and found her to be a delightful girl. Kayleigh is only eighteen, brand new to Happy Ending and the brothel scene, and I was her first-ever customer! Kayleigh has an outstanding personality, she is friendly, and has a dazzling smile that makes you want to smile back at her.
I booked an hour and gave her everything I had! But she was so sweet and endearing, I had to book an additional two hours! I'm an old man, as many of you know, and unsure if I'd be up to the task, but Kayleigh took care of me and then some. The last two hours were better than the first and culminated with us taking a bubble bath and shower together.
