High class pussy
The first convention an entire boatload of horny single men arrived on
Saturday.
The Madame unlocked the front door, stepping back
as a flood of cheering men charged forward.
They began pouring into the bordello, like rampaging Vikings charging
into a nunnery.
The high class ladies were waiting inside their red whorehouse.
Each lady had her own table, most of them had their dress and petticoats,
buttoned up exposing their vaginas, their feet widely spaced, as they
leaned back against their tables, ready, willing and able to be fucked
where they stood.
Kathy, Beatrice, Kay, and Samantha had adjoining tables,
They were smiling encouragingly at each other.
The smiles became slightly strained as the sexual tsunami swept over them.
Vin watched a tourist hand his Kathy a whorehouse token.
She glanced at Vin, who was smiling.
Lady Kathy pulled her red and black whorehouse dress up around her armpits.
She sat on the table, scooting back.
Her dress, fell off of the table behind her, like a tablecloth.
She moved forward slightly, pulling the wrinkles out of the fabric
behind her.
She laid-back with a sigh, slowly spreading her long lovely legs.
The tourist stared as her spreading legs began exposing her marvelous
golden womanhood.
He watched her outer lips move apart, revealing the pink of her inner
womanhood.
Kathy could see the lust and eagerness on his face.
She stuck two fingers of each hand into her vagina holding it wide for
his inspection.
She smiled at the him and nodded.
He climbed onto the table between Kathy's lovely thighs.
Vin was standing directly behind her.
She raised her head looking up, her face full of love.
Vin looked down studying her face intently.
Maintaining eye contact, he watched her tremble, as the first of several
hundred
men thrust himself into his wife's willing vagina.
Vin watched, the tourist humping away.
He moved to the side of the table where
he could see Kathy's cunt lips quivering with each stroke.
Her trick pulled out abruptly, climaxing.
He held the end of his large penis against her golden pubic hair, making
it slick with semen.
He got off, the next man stepped forward eagerly.
Holding his cock in his hand, he made eye contact with Lady Kathy.
She nodded at him, spreading her legs.
Kathy always nodded, looking them in the eye, savoring their lust for her.
Tokens, began accumulating, her marvelous cunt leaking semen on to them.
Vin arrived, holding an old-fashioned wooden bucket.
He pulled a manacle out of the bucket, one cuff went around her left
ankle, securing it to the table leg.
Without disturbing the couple on the table over head, Vin did her other
ankle.
He stood up reaching for Kathy's right wrist.
Kathy looked at him lovingly as he attached a length of chain to a table
leg.
He bent to kiss her on the lips. They they had to try several times,
Kathy was being fucked so vigorously, she was a moving target.
She was pink flushed and climaxing as their lips touched, her beautiful
blue eyes smiling at him,
sharing her orgasm, and the moment with the man she loved.
She had a bashful smile, as she continued to orgasm, her breath coming
in small gasps.
"I love you." she whispered, her orgasm giving her a whiskey tenor.
He walked around the other side of the table, watching her moving,
her hips were matching her customer thrust for thrust.
She raised her head as he slid a wedge shaped foam pillow
in place, closing a wide collar around her neck, attaching the chains to it.
The leather kneel restraints went on last.
The other whores did not have lines. Lady Kathy always did, men would
line up to feel her love,
to feel her marvelous muscles mash their penis as they climaxed.
Vin stood beside her sharing the moment, the two of them, looking
downward at her loins,
watching a huge penis ravishing her.
As they watched, the sex organ was, yanked free and laid along Kathy's
abdomen, semen squirted,
striking her breasts, filling her bellybutton.
The next man stepped forward, looking up and Vin, as he held his first
close to her vagina.
Fisting whores was against the rules, there was a large sign on the wall.
Vin nodded, the short man began fisting his two bit whore vigorously, he
had short arms,
Kathy's cunt was able to make his elbow disappear.
Kathy turned a brighter shade of pink and began hyperventilating as she
climaxed squeezing
her powerful muscles against the intruding forearm.
He continued thrusting against her constriction, fist fucking her
through her orgasm.
She was bucking like a horse, the small of her back, breaking contact
with the tabletop as she lunged, the pool of semen beneath her, making
clearly audible sucking sounds,
as she did partial sit ups, stranding against her chains.
Kathy began urinating on his forearm, rolling her head from side to
side, hollering in an unknown language.
The crowd was whistling, shouting, encouraging the fist fucker to
redouble his efforts.
Kathy appeared to be unconscious, as the next man in line stepped
forward, ramming himself in balls deep.
Kathy refocused her eyes, looking downward, smiling as she watched the
penis moving within her.
She made eye contact, and blew him a kiss.
He leaned forward, kissing her.
Kathy began to tremble, as she climaxed again. "Don't stop." Vin heard
her whisper to her lover.
Vin stood admiring his handiwork, his lovely wife was bound hand and
foot, spread eagle, her kneel restraints
holding her legs apart, her cunt open, spread wide, her womanhood
offered to a crowd of sex crazed men.
Her cunt was theirs. Like buying future indulgences, they had pre
repurchased a gang rape.
They would take turns fucking her for two nights and a day, they had a
bought and paid for sex slave.
They would lay on her abdomen, thrusting them selves into her body even
if she passed out.
Kathy could began screaming and kicking if she wanted, telling them she
had grown too sore,
it was too painful, she couldn't take it anymore, they had to stop, it
would only add to the mobs pleasure,
as they relentlessly cluster fucked her.
This mob had a purpose, it intended to brutally gang fuck Kathy, for two
nights and a day, fucking her to death if they could.
( Vin had arranged for a catering service to bring food, so hunger would
not stop the gang bang,
allowing them to continue cluster fucking his wife well into the
following night. )
There was a sign hanging between the table legs underneath Kathy's
marvelous vagina, it read:
I have been a bad whore.
Men would stop to read the sign, notice her chains, steeping forward
fucking her.
Vin had placed the bucket on the floor beneath his wife's oozing orifice.
He had dumped all her tokens into the bucket.
Each man would toss his token into Kathy's bucket, before mounting her.
The tabletop had been sculptured, the semen moved in a channel
to the table edge, dripping into the bucket, slowly covering the tokens.
As night turned into day, and date into night Kathy's bucket, filled to
overflowing with semen and tokens.
Vin watched, Kathy, his lovely wife Kathy, sweet shy Kathy,
as she lay on her back, fucking a room full of horny tourists.
She was pulling a train, stretching over the horizon, loving every
moment of it!
Inside every sexy woman there is a tabby cat in heat, trying to get out.
Vin maintained a cat house for them, so he could
surround himself with high class pussy.