Bikini Brothel
Michelle was having another boring day at her parent's
swimming pool. Summer vacation had started for her
college {California Peaks University} and after 3 days
of lying around and going to bars, she was already
looking forward to going back to school.
At least at school there were frat boys who would
appreciate her 22 year old body. At least at school she
could count on having her 38D chest appreciated and
could count on at least two good sized cocks slamming
into her.
Pure habit caused her to put on her make-up, her false
eyelashes, her ruby lipstick and to tease her bleached
blonde hair out to curly back length perfection.
Michelle was a creature who thrived on male attention
and making female attention jealous. She comforted
herself with the knowledge that Heather was here and
they could spend the hours 69ing.
Michelle stretched out in her Lycra pink bikini and
looked over at Heather. Heather had long natural blonde
hair that trailed over the lawn chair. Heather was
breathing deeply in that certain way that made her 36C
chest rise and fall like a canoe on choppy waves.
Heather had worn her make-up as well and even had her
5-inch heels on. Heather's only negative feature was
her sharp nose which kept her from appearing in the
mainstream movies she always tried out for. Despite her
long legs that lead upwards to heaven, the best she
could do was star as T & A in low-budget late-night
cable movies.
Heather looked over at Michelle watching her and she
smiled. Michelle was the best sorority sister an
actress could ever have. Not only did Michelle's
parents never stay in town, but they always had a beach
house, corvette or pool that they weren't using.
Heather reflected on the cruel twist of fate that gave
Michelle her masculine jaw when the rest of her was
simply scrumptious. Michelle will never be able to live
her dream as a Rock-n-Roll star due to her one tragic
flaw. Heather considered it rude to think that just
because Michelle's singing abilities came from watching
Tiffany videos, that it had anything to do with her
musical success.
Their blue eyes meet across the empty pool deck.
Michelle licked her lips which was their secret signal
that Michelle was feeling horny. Heather then ran her
hands down from her ankles to her hips. That was
Heather's secret signal that her pussy was enflamed
with a fire that only a good licking and groping could
quench.
Michelle responded by picking up a suntan lotion bottle
which translates in secret signal talk into; "Rub me
down and make me scream!" Heather coyly responded by
reaching behind her and undoing her flimsy bikini top.
As her breasts which were free of any tan lines burst
loose from their confinement, Heather stood and
approached Michelle. This was their very private code
which meant, "Spread em Bitch, I'm coming over!"
Michelle leaned up and undid the one string that held
her bikini together. The golden bronze of her tan hid
her breast augmentation scars. Heather sat beside her
and poured lotion messily on Michelle's beach-ball
shaped breasts. The lotion squirted like a geyser
between her canyons. Michelle arched her back and let
loose a pre-orgasm scream when Heather placed her palms
on her. Heather straddled Michelle's legs and smiled
through half-closed eyes.
Heather rubbed her lotion slippery hands over
Michelle's breasts, groping them like a 13 year old boy
with his first tits. She squeezed them hard just like
Michelle likes it. Michelle started thrusting her hips
up and threw her head back moaning under Heather's
gentle mauling. Heather reached down and slipped 3
fingers into Michelle's tight pussy as she continued
groping her chest with the other hand.
"Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off." was what Heather
whispered seductively as she struggled to remember what
she was doing with both hands.
Michelle screamed out her first through seven orgasms
into the unsuspecting suburbia. Heather smiled sweetly
and slid down between Michelle's legs and spread her
open like an oyster. Placing her ass high in the air,
Heather started lapping Michelle's tasty pussy with the
speed of a weed-whacker. Michelle clamped both hands
over Heather's blond mane of hair and kept her in a
death grip as her next twenty orgasms rocked her body
and voice.
She opened her eyes to see a very handsome man in a
three-piece suit and briefcase watching her. He had
come through the gate and was waiting patiently as
Heather's ass stared him straight in the face. His long
black hair and goatee would have made you think he was
an aspiring actor but his shades denoted him as a
lawyer. His six foot six inch frame blocked the sun and
his cologne wafted through the air which caused even
Heather to stop and look behind her.
"Damn it Heather, keep licking! I'm so close again." To
punctuate, she grabbed Heather's hair and slammed her
face back into her shaved love box.
"Ms Michelle Butler I presume?" spoke the gorgeous
lawyer with the ponytail.
"That's me, is this about Camp Beaver again? I mean I'm
sorry I accidentally demolished the counselor's lounge
but they told me if I was their sex slave for the next
3 months they would let me go and wouldn't tell my
parents. And I think they owe me a little since not
only was I their sex slave but I also figured out a way
to save the camp from being demolished when we won that
mud-wrestling tournament and used the money to..."
"No, no," he interrupted. "My name is Alex Anders and
I'm here to settle your grandmother's last will and
testament, I have some papers for you to sign."
Michelle bit her lip as she came again, drenching poor
Heather's face like a ruptured hose. "I'm real sorry
but I'm busy right now and you'll have to come back
later when we are done."
Alex pondered this legal quandary for a moment. With a
resigned grunt he undid his trousers and pulled his
black Speedos down. He stepped up to Heather's tempting
ass and ripped her bikini bottom off with a loud SNAP.
He guided his hard ten inches of into her dripping bald
love box with legal ease. Heather screamed into
Michelle's pussy as he pounded her from behind.
Heather's high heels came up and stabbed Alex's ass
when her legs embraced his buttocks. What was left of
Michelle's icy reserve was soon melted as Alex pumped
Heather into Michelle's bottomless pussy.
Alex placed his briefcase on Heather's ass and pulled
some papers out. He slid them down Heather's back with
a pen all the while grinding into Heather as deep as
his manhood could go. He slapped her legs like a pony a
few times as he lifted her whole body with his humping.
"What did Grandma have, mmmmm, for me to inherit? Dad
always, OH YES HEATHER! Said she lived alone in a
trailer park. Oh God Yes!!"
Alex grunted out "Rose Butler may have lived, OH MY GOD
YOU ARE SO TIGHT, in a trailer but it was alongside her
,TAKE IT TAKE IT ALL!!, brothel. She left the brothel,
UHH, and the trailer to you because she said you had
the hips for it."
"My own brothel? Oh boy, OH GOD! I'm going to check it
out this, MMMMMM YES! ...afternoon and see how much
rich I'm going to be!" Michelle then tossed her head
back flailing the lawn chair with her sweaty blonde
hair. Alex grunted 3 times as his cock shot hot liquid
into Heather's bruised body.
Heather collapsed from oxygen deprivation and Michelle
signed the legal papers on Heather's back. Sliding her
crotch out from Heather's blue lips, she stood and gave
the papers to Alex.
Alex was zipping himself up and tried his best to look
nonchalant. He took the papers from Michelle with a
tired smile and scratched a notch inside his briefcase
lid. He gave her a business card from his inside
pocket. Michelle examined the pink card with floral
printing.
It read: "Rose's good clean fun Brothel for Gentleman.
Fresh Linens everyday!" On the back it had the address
which showed it was located out of town right by the
town Country Club.
Alex stumbled out to his car and Michelle splashed
water from the pool onto Heather's face. Heather slowly
regained her senses and put her top back on. She
rummaged through the bushes for her tossed bottom while
Michelle snapped her clothes back in place.
When the girls had put their clothes back on, touched
up their make-up, found matching purses, re-curled
their hair and flashed each other several more times,
they took to the road in search of Michelle's new
brothel.
Keys: slut bj cock tits
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