I helped a bordello and got a good fuck in both holes in return

I disregarded the comment about by ass and said: “Look Jenna, I’m sorry, I don’t like prying into things either, and all the years we’ve pretty much left you alone and do your stuff. But there’s people in high places that would like to shut you down, and if you don’t cooperate, you’re giving them a reason to do so.” She paused and thought for a moment.

“Nobody’s going to shut me down,” she said stubbornly. “Yes, they are,” I replied. “If you and all of the girls here can’t provide proof of medical examinations and safety at their workplace, then you can be shut down tomorrow. Now I’m here to make sure you have those papers, because believe it or not, I actually don’t want you to close.”

She looked at the girl by the window, then back at me. “Okay, so what do you want?” she said. “Well, the papers of most of the girls are in our files and the ones that are not can still be obtained in the next week or so. It’s mainly about that special ‘party’ that went down today.” She shrugged. “What about it?” she asked. “Well,” I said. “First off, I need to know what it was about.” Jenna turned to the girl and said: “Well, go ahead and tell her. It’s your idea anyway,” then sat down in one of the leather chairs, watching us expectantly. The girl turned around. “What? I’m just doing a gangbang, that’s all,” she said defensively.

“Okay,” I said. “So how does that go down?” She looked at me like I was stupid. “There’s a bunch of guys who all take turns in fucking me,” she said. I nodded. “And where does this happen?” She gestured towards the door. “Usually in the pool area,” she said. “I see,” I replied, taking notes. “So is there just… vaginal intercourse?” I asked. “What do you think?” she answered.

I shrugged. “They come in all of my holes, of course,” she explained. “I usually have two or three cocks inside me at all times and when someone shoots their load, they just pull out and let someone else have a go.” I nodded. “So are you ever getting… hurt, during those events?” I tried not to stare too obviously at her face, the picture of her getting soaked in cum starting to form in my mind.

She looked deep into my eyes. “I like getting hurt,” she said, seductively. “I want them to. I’m a whore, I’m here to be fucked and used, and they pay me good for it.” I gulped, knowing that wouldn’t go over well in my report. “So, is there somebody present that looks over the whole thing and makes sure nothing serious will happen?” I asked. “Well, there’s spectators,” Jenna interrupted.

“The guys who just want to watch and jerk off. And usually a few of the girls are always there, because some of the guys want to fuck regularly afterwards as well.” I nodded again. “So how many… men… are participating in this?” I asked. Jenna smiled. “Today there were about 50,” she said. “Really good crowd and weren’t too cheap either.”

I sighed, looking at them concerned. “I’ll be honest with you,” I said. “Unprotected sex with a crowd of men that actually hurt you won’t fly.” I paused. “There’s no way this can go on as it is.” The women looked at each other. “Look,” Jenna said finally, walking up to me. “If you could just… we’ll make sure that all the guys have themselves tested before they come next time, and I’ll have all the girls there watching and making sure nothing bad will happen. And I’ll bring the rest of the medical papers next week, I swear.”

She looked panicked, suddenly realizing what was at stake. “I’m just trying to give these girls a place to live, and work,” she said, almost pleading. “And they’re all good girls, I have a doctor checking them every week, they just don’t take care of their papers, so I’ll do that for them now.” I nodded. “So if you could, just this time, just once, forget about this and write down that we already did that, I’d be very, very grateful. I’ll… we’ll do anything for you, anything.”

She looked at me. “What do you mean, anything?” I asked. “Anything you like, sweetie,” she said. “You just come by here, and we’ll be of service.” I looked her deep in the eyes. “Why do you even think I’m into girls?” I asked. She smiled. “By the way you’re looking at them it was pretty obvious,” she said. “We’ve got an eye for these things.” I nodded, feeling found out.

“And then how do you know I wouldn’t abuse that gratitude of yours?” I asked. She smiled again. “You can’t. Most of us are as depraved and perverted as they come, so whatever you’re into, I can find a girl to provide it.” I considered the offer for a moment. I didn’t like the mayor very much, and I thought the girls were providing a good service to the area, making sure a lot of people lead happier lives and better marriages. On top of that, these girls were mostly from poor countries, only trying to make a living for themselves and even in a job they like.

I put my file into my handbag and smiled. “Alright then,” I said. “I’ll make sure everything will be alright, but you’ll have to keep your things in order from now on.” She smiled and waved to Charlotte, who was still standing by the window. “Come here girl,” she said. “Help me show our new sister how grateful we are.”

Charlotte walked up to me, her cum covered face shining in the light as she opened my blouse, caressing my breasts with her gentle fingers. She knew exactly what to do and where to push, and I hardly even noticed Jenna taking my pants off. Then the two women knelt down before me. “MMmh, you’re a big hairy girl,” Jenna said as she ran her fingers through my pubic hair, licking lightly across my clit.

“It’s been a while since that was in style, but I remember the good ol’ days,” she laughed, then unreservedly licked long and hard across my labia, my clit, and my pubes. She closed her lips around it, sucking her mouth full of pussy meat and hair and pulling at it tightly. I moaned, feeling myself get instantly horny and wet from her assault.

Charlotte crawled around me and I felt her hands on my butt, parting it as her slippery face rubbed against my butt cheeks as she tried to push her tongue into my anus. She, too, did not hesitate but gave everything to please me, regardless of where and how. The thought that she was just lubricating my ass with strange men’s cum residue was turning me on more than I wanted to admit.

“Mmmmh,” she moaned, pausing for a moment while Jenna was still sucking and licking me out unflinching. “So are you a giver, or a receiver?” I thought for a bit what would turn me on more when Jenna interrupted and said: “Just go ahead and fuck her. She needs it bad.” She looked up at me grinning. “Don’t you?” I nodded. She knew me better than I did myself.

Charlotte got up and went to a drawer, just to come back with a nice long strapon dildo around her waist. The dildo itself looked pink and natural, like a real penis, complete with a thick nice head and a pee hole.

I bent forward expectantly, while Jenna crawled underneath me, still caressing my clit. Charlotte didn’t hesitate and thrusted the dildo into my salivated and cum-smeared ass, grabbing my hips as she fucked me instantly. I felt the dildo thrust into my intestine, making me feel incredibly good. In the meantime, Jenna worked her fingers up my twat, stretching it and filling it one by one. “Mmmh, you’re a big girl alright,” she said from below me.

Her hand slid inside me while Charlotte fucked my asshole mercilessly, inspired by all the men that just took her she wanted to give me a taste of how hard she got fucked. And Jenna dug and burrowed deep inside my soppy cunt, remembering the days when she ate hairy muff and had only her hand to fuck it. I came fast, screaming and yelling, but none of the girls was letting on.

They continued to fuck me until I came two times, three times, sank to my knees and turned into a shaking, sweating, trembling, sore piece of fat lesbian dyke meat. Then, Jenna jerked her hand hard out of me while I felt something wet and warm squirt out of Charlotte’s dildo, filling my ass up to the brim and seeping out at the sides. I came again, harder than before.

They caressed me and calmed me, each licking the hole they had fucked, making sure they cleaned me well, then wandered all over my body with their tongues, licking sweat off my skin. When Jenna saw my underarms, she clicked her tongue. “Mmmh, hairy armpits, huh? You’re a real old-fashioned dyke.” I never knew if she liked that or joked about it, but she made sure to lick my armpits as well, leaving no inch of my body uncared for.

When they were finished, they held me between them. “Remember, we’ll do anything for you,” Jenna said. “Just ask for it,” Charlotte giggled affirmatively. “Well,” I said. “Now that you mention it, what was that stuff coming out of the dildo?” Charlotte laughed. “MMh, you liked that, huh?” she said. “It’s a specialty. The strapon can pump any liquid from its tip at any time, you just need to press a pump on your side.

I like to fill it with warm jello, it’s sticky, it feels good, and it tastes nice when you lick it out again. But you can use whatever you want.” I felt myself getting wet again just thinking about it. “Can I have it?” I asked. “Sure,” she shrugged. “I’ve got several, and the club gets lots of toys for free.” I smiled. “Very good,” I said. “Then do me another favour, and collect some of the cum next week for me. I might need it for that strapon.”