Night at the Brothel

The cherry-red Lamborghini made quite the show of revving up and swerving around before it pulled up in front of my house. Marcus had always been a showoff. As I walked out my door, I nodded at one of my security guards in the window of an apartment across the street, before opening the passenger door.

“Hey, man!” Marcus said jovially, “Glad you could make it! I imagine you’re pretty busy at the moment.”

I laughed. “I wasn’t going to miss this, as long as you’re paying!” He chuckled, knowing money wasn’t even remotely an issue for me.

I turned to the backseat, where two of our former GMU soccer teammates, Timmy Werth and Jack Goldstein, sat. They looked fairly unchanged by the years that had passed since I had last seen them, except for perhaps a little less definition to their muscles. I noted that they had left me the front seat, despite being picked up first. I had always been the leader, of the team and the frat, even though I was the youngest.

“What’s up? It’s been too long!”

“Yeah, but I think this is the perfect reunion activity,” Jack replied jokingly. Timmy agreed wholeheartedly.

Marcus was driving like an asshole, as usual. Being assholes was kind of our whole thing. No one even so much as honked. They all knew how Segia worked, and thus they knew not to piss off a lambo driver.

Marcus turned to me, not bothering to keep his eyes on the road. “It’s too bad you’re here, Leo, and not a slut who can suck me off while I drive,” He joked.

“You realize we’re going to a brothel, right? Can’t keep your dick in your pants for five minutes?” I clapped him on the back. “A man after my own heart.” We all had a good laugh. It was just like old times.

The Satin Sluts Pleasure House was an opulent marble mansion, located right in the middle of Segia’s richest residential district. Formerly the colonial governor’s residence, it had been the home of several rich and important families, until it was purchased and transformed to its current state by one of the city’s most powerful figures, Douglass Ricci, just a few years ago. This one, I didn’t secretly own. Although I had control of several of his most important underlings, Douglass himself was my father’s man through and through. They had been childhood friends, and Douglass was still one of his most important and loyal supporters.

There was no line out of the door at the Satin, unlike Megazonic. Just a valet waiting to take the car. The Satin had something better than popularity; it had respect. When your customers are rich enough, you don’t worry about getting a lot of them. You just want to make sure you keep the ones you have. And making them have to wait outside isn’t a great way to do that.

The inside of the mansion proved as opulent as its exterior had suggested. Throughout the atrium strolled stunning waitresses in nothing but gold thongs and tassels, walking about with trays of champagne and caviar. We were greeted by the host, dressed in an immaculately old fashioned 3-piece suit, who recognized us by sight. It was his job to know every client, even if they had never before stepped into the establishment, like myself.

“Greetings, Mr. Dramer, Mr. Goldstein, Mr. Werth, and of course the esteemed Chairman Segeste. Right this way, if you please, sirs.”

He led us up over to the grand staircase. As Timmy passed a waitress carrying a tray of champagne, he slapped her ass hard enough to make any normal slut sprawl on the floor, screaming in pain. She just gave him a ditzy giggle, not spilling a drop of champagne, even despite her five-inch heels. Oh, this would be fun.

The upstairs central room that we came up to was arranged as a lounge, with many fine leather couches and velvet armchairs arrayed over Persian rugs. Gentlemen sprawled over them, smoking, drinking, and chatting, all the while being serviced by absolutely gorgeous whores. And those were just the general use ones. You had to pay extra to make use of one of the courtesans, in one of the private rooms. Each one was reputed throughout the city for their beauty and skill. And only those specifically selected by Douglass himself could get the true VIP experience, located up another flight of stairs. Mostly it was used by his business partners. I was sure I could get a VIP pass if I wanted, through my being a Segeste or through being one of his main business partners (not that he knew that), but I had not seen him since the place had opened. Something to take care of some other time. I was curious.

We all took a seat, and each called a girl over to suck us off as we sipped champagne and reminisced on old times. All the old highlights came up; the SSI free kick, the 82nd Annual Halloween Whorefest, the prank on the old Dean. That one had been great. I had seduced and fucked his young wife, then, with her under my thrall, thrown a giant Frat rager with her advertised as a party favor. After the entire party ran a train on her, we had plastered the Dean’s office, along with various other locations around the campus, with pictures of her 100 man bukkake. It had been fucking hilarious. The asshole dean had resigned in disgrace. The wife had ended up in jail for cheating, but I didn’t give a shit. I could have filled an entire wing of Segia’s prison with bitches who had been jailed for cheating on their men with me.

Eventually, I got up, casually **** my bitch as I came down her throat. “I think I’ll go check out one of those courtesans, see if they’re worth the hype.” The others all nodded, before returning their attention to their own sluts.

I ended up selecting a bitch known simply as “Angela”. I had heard quite a bit about her, especially her tits. I was led to a huge bedroom, with Angela waiting for me on the canopied bed. She was the very picture of a blonde bimbo; wavy blonde hair, a fat bubble butt, full lips, a vacant look in the eye. And her tits were just as advertised. She looked like a cartoon caricature of a woman, drawn by a dude that had been blue balled for a month. Just what I was looking for.

“Hello, sir.” Her voice was that of a woman almost too dumb to function. Looking into her eyes, I could see it wasn’t an act. “Is there any way I can do you– I mean, anything I can do for you?” She giggled ditzily, as if she had just made a clever joke.

I didn’t say a word. Instead, I walked smoothly up to her as I took out my cock, and stuffed it right down her throat. I couldn’t stand the possibility that she might utter another word.

Her eyes rolled back as she came immediately. This was obviously her desired outcome. Lucky for her, then, that it was impossible for a man to look at her without the near-irresistible urge to do exactly what I had just done. She was the perfect fuckdoll. Her lips stretched into a circle, and her pink lipstick smeared itself along my shaft, but her easily fuckable throat left no doubt that she had plenty of experience with this.

“GAKH! GAKH! GAKH! GAKH!”

As we were positioned, she was lying on her stomach on the bed, while I stood just in front of it, stuffing her gullet. This left my eyes trained right on her ass, its curves rising in two large humps above the comforter, like a pair of hills. Naturally, this called for a slap. It jiggled wonderfully. This, of course, necessitated another slap. Couldn’t let that jiggling stop, after all. I got into a routine, each SMACK driving her to an orgasm, her moans vibrating my cock.

I picked up my pace, also increasing the **** of my slaps. It was brutal, but she was made for just such a fucking. As my cock made its way deeper and deeper down her throat, my cock was coated with spittle and the bed with her cunt juices. She was the perfect living fleshlight, and I fucked her like one.

As fun as it was, I was hardly going to wait long before sampling those jugs. Abruptly, I stopped, taking my cock out of Angela’s mouth. Her tongue lolled out after it, longing for another taste. Even the vigorous throatfucking I had just given her hadn’t been enough for her. Slut.

Well, I never failed to satisfy a slut. I flipped her over effortlessly, pulling her out a bit further so her head and shoulders were overhanging the floor. Then my dick found its way between her huge, pillowy tits. They were big enough to encase the entire circumference, although the other end still emerged onto her stomach. This position left her face with a nice and close up view of my balls and ass, and her tongue quickly took advantage of it.

That became somewhat more difficult when I started thrusting, eased by the copious amount of spit she had left on my cock. After trying to get in a few licks on the moving targets of my balls and ass, she gave up, leaving her tongue stuck out like a passive object, for my balls to drag over.

I increased my pace, causing my balls to slap rapidly along her face. Her tits were simply heavenly, and I couldn’t resist. They were warm as a cunt, pillowy as a cloud, and they rippled like an ass to top it all off. The best part was that I could use her to my heart’s content, with no regard for her whatsoever. Sure, I had basically no regard for any girl I fucked, but there was still the bare minimum level of care to make sure I didn’t kill them. My roughest was quite rough, after all. Angela, however, had a wealth of experience being used as a fuckdoll by men with a similar lack of regard for her as me. She could handle it. She was certainly enjoying it immensely, from the amount of liquid her cunt was producing. And if I did somehow harm her, I would simply compensate the brothel for the damaged goods. God knew I could afford it. I was probably richer than him, anyway.

The whore’s tits were just too good, and I wanted to test out her other holes. So I didn’t hold myself back. I let myself finish, causing an eruption of seed from her tits. Then I pulled back, allowing it to coat her face, and much of her upper body. Her hair became a mess of the stuff. She quickly occupied herself with getting as much of it in her mouth as she could manage, while I moved onto her ass.

An hour later, I emerged from the room, leaving Angela senseless and coated in cum, likely in need of a deep cleaning before she entertained her next customer. I also left her with the fuck of her life.

Marcus, Jack, and Timmy each had a girl riding cowgirl on their dick, while others occupied their mouths and hands with some lovely sets of tits. Judging by the cheering of the sluts who weren’t moaning, they seemed to be having a competition for who could last the longest. I stood and watched, dragging a passing waitress over so her ass could occupy my hands. After a respectable amount of time, Timmy’s girl sped up, moaning louder, before he too groaned as they experienced a simultaneous climax. Next was Marcus, who emerged from behind a pair of jugs with a grin, despite his loss. It was hard to be upset in his circumstances. Finally, after another two minutes of Jack taking his bitch for a victory lap, he pulled out and finished all over the crowd of girls who had kneeled before him in congratulations. They all eagerly cleaned him off as Timmy and Marcus handed him some bills.

“Nice job, Jack,” I interjected myself, clapping him on the back. We both knew who would have won if I had been involved. “Loving the spirit of competition, boys. But sex is so cliché. How about we compete in something more interesting? A penalty shootout, for old time’s sake?” They quite liked the idea.

My limo gave us all a ride to a nearby park with a soccer field, six hoes in toe. We had rented them for the night. They would serve as the cheerleaders. And the dickwarmers, as they did on the ride over. And the prizes.

The soccer field was naturally deserted, given the late hour. I gathered the boys around to explain the rules of the competition. “Timmy will be goalkeeper, obviously.” He had served in that role at GMU. “Standard shootout, five rounds plus any tiebreakers. The loser buys these bitches from the Satin. Winner gets to keep three, the runner up gets two, and Timmy gets one for goalkeeping.” The Satin naturally owned all their whores, and would sell them for the right price.

The boys all looked quite enthused by the idea. Getting six Satin-trained sluts would certainly be a pretty penny, though not anything we couldn’t all afford. It gave the wager some real stakes, both as a reward and as a punishment. Timmy, naturally, was happy to get a new bitch for free. Marcus and Jack both understood that I would win effortlessly, but that was what the second place prize was for.

Soon, everyone was arrayed in their place. Marcus was first up on the spot. The ball, and Timmy’s gloves, had been provided by my limo driver. The prizes were arrayed next to Jack and me on the sidelines, cheering enthusiastically. They were arrayed in cheerleader uniforms and pom poms that the brothel had in their costume room. The outfits somehow managed to be even sluttier than the standard Segian ones, as they consisted simply of a skirt that was too short and high up to cover anything at all, from any angle. They didn’t even have the pasties worn by the SWU cheerleaders. The skirts and pom poms were pink and purple, and they had pink face paint under their eyes. They also each had written in huge letters across their chests, “S.L.U.T.S!” I had no idea what it was supposed to stand for. I doubted they did either.

The S.L.U.T.S. kicked off the competition with a chant of “Win a bitch, fuck a hoe! Make this shot, when we say GO!” On the word “Go”, Marcus began his runup. He sunk his shot to the right, as Timmy dived left. The bitches erupted in cheers. One of them bent over, presenting her round cheeks to us. In them were written an M, a J, and an L. Another pulled a marker out of her ass, and made a tally under the M. Then they all cheered again, rushing over to give Marcus an adoring shower of kisses. Mostly to his dick, which one of them had pulled out.

Next up was Jack. After the chant had been repeated, he managed to slip his attempt past Timmy’s fingertips. He received a similar treatment to Marcus. Then it was my turn.

The girls again repeated their chant, shaking their large tits at me. On the word “Go”, I began casually walking up to the ball, not even getting a running start. When I reached it, I effortlessly tucked it into the top left corner.

The sluts erupted in cheers, much louder than Marcus’s or Jack’s had been. They eventually started a chant, yelling “Mr. Segeste made his kick! Now we’re gonna suck his dick! He’s the best, he always scores! Now he’s gonna fuck us whores!” I held them to their promise, in between my turns.

By the time I was up in the fifth round, I had already secured my victory. Our human scoreboard’s ass showed four marks for me. The real competition was for second place. Marcus and Jimmy had both missed two of their five shots, and they would enter into a tiebreaker competition after my next shot. I suspected they might have done better if they hadn’t been so drunk. Or if they hadn’t been getting their dicks sucked when they weren’t shooting. Not that they seemed to mind.

I stepped up to the spot, then jogged up to the ball upon receiving my que. Timmy dived right, as I had intentionally been favoring the left so far. It didn’t matter. My Panenka was right in line with my stride, and it soared right over him in the exact center, even as he had begun to dive.

Immediately, I was swarmed by the cheer-sluts, each trying to get a part of me, to pleasure me, each hoping to convince me with their bodies to select them as one of my prizes.

Jack and Marcus were left without much cheering, as I enjoyed a six-bitch victory blowjob on the sidelines. Marcus was up first. His shot barely made it in, deflecting off the right post. Then Jack was up. The pressure was on. Timmy dived left, Jack shot right, it was going to go in– it soared over the crossbar by an inch or two.

After a fair amount of celebration from the winners and playful ribbing of the loser, we lined the sluts up. As the winner, I had first pick. I spent a lot of time carefully examining each bitch as she stood stock-still, poking and prodding and groping and slapping, testing their reactions and the way their bodies moved, checking their eyes and teeth like a horse, hefting and dropping their asses to check the perkiness and the jiggle. Then I picked the three with the biggest tits.