A Week at the Brothel

The witch's fingers dig into the red hair of the whore between her legs. The young chubby girl is cute, but she definitely has a lot to learn about cunnilingus.

"Move your tongue up and down, sweetie, not left to right."

She mumbles something that could be interpreted as "Sorry Mistress", and then gets back to her task.

Elizabeth, the redhead, is still pretty new at the brothel, and from what Stella gathered, she is her first client with a vagina.

The witch is burning up with an insatiable desire, and the amateurish mouth pressed against her cunt isn't enough to satiate her libido.

She pushes the girl back and lock eyes with her. "I need someone who knows what they're doing."

The whore's big lips tremble, as if being a dissapointment made her want to cry. With mouth-pillows like that, she probably doesn't get any complaints when sucking dicks. I wonder what she would look like sucking Xena's huge cock....

"Go and get me Lilian," the witch orders. Lilian has been employed here for a while, she has shown many times in the past how good she is at making witches cum.

"Lilian?"

"Yes. Tall, dark hair, caramel skin, big nose."

"Oh! Yeah, I know her."

"Go fetch her, and then come back here with her."

"You... you want me to come back with her?"

"Yes," the witch says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. She wants a real pro taking care of her cunt, but that won't prevent her from fondling and tormenting another girl at the same time.

Elizabeth hastily put on her flimsy dress and rushes to the door. Her short outfit barely hides half of her large rump, and Stella takes a good look at it as she runs out. She'll probably make her sit on her face while Lilian takes care of her.

While she waits alone in her suite, her thoughts wander back to the orc that she left at her tower. It has been four, or maybe five days now since she left Xena alone. The last couple of days are quite hazy, as she spent almost every waking hours getting drunk and/or stoned, and fucking every girl working at Madame Bouvier's Boudoir. The only woman in the building that hasn't been in her bed this week is Madame Bouvier herself.

The situation back at her tower must be quite dire, what with Xena being forbidden from shooting her load. Stella wonders if the orc's balls will be bloated and blue when she goes back home.

Thinking of her bimbo's nethers is a surefire way for Stella to get turned on again, and she slips her right hand between her drenched thighs. How many time has she cummed already today? Eight times? Ten? Twelve? Fifteen? She stopped keeping tracks of her orgasms two days ago, because thinking distracted her from her all-important bliss.

When the two women come back, Stella gazes at them with unbridled lust.

"Good evening, Mistress Brightstar," Lilian says in a jovial tone. It is the fourth time this week that Stella specifically requests her, and that fact seems to fill the other woman with pride. "What can I do you for?"

Stella simply spreads her legs, and Lilian gets the message right away. Elizabeth watches the scene from a distance, but Stella gestures at her to come closer.

"Come, sweetie, don't be shy."

Elizabeth approaches, glancing down at Lilian who's now hard at work kissing and licking the witch's vulva.

"Come. Sit on my face. You'll get to watch Lilian work more closely."

Elizabeth freezes for a split second, then nods with newfound confidence. She might not be the best at eating pussy, but surely she can sit down on a face as well as any other girl.

Stella is delighted when the wide butt lands on her, and she kisses and licks the young lady's crotch with as much vigor as Lilian shows between her legs.

The Boudoir's whores are almost enough to make her forget the horny bimbo at home.

Almost.