Diary of a Fox Slut-Epilogue
A brothel was nothing original, especially in this world of death, cheating and misery, but my vixen's place, her dream we assembled from the ashes of one man's wicked existence, was a no ordinary whorehouse.
By the light Chapter 13 The Storms Break...
Holden grinned slightly, "aside from go home and then raid the local whorehouse, sir?"
By the light... Chapter 13 The storms break!
Holden grinned slightly, "aside from go home and then raid the local whorehouse, sir?"
Insensitive
If he didn't work in a classy whorehouse and if the wolf had actually called him by his real name, maybe lucas would have been able to conjure a little red to his ears.
Commission: Flying Too Close to the Sun
The bathroom tile was bathed in it, the workroom chairs, desk, and floor drenched, and the tv room left smelling like a whorehouse.
Turn Back Time
"secondly, you require your clients to sign contracts before they are allowed into your fancy little whorehouses. legally binding. fun things, of course.
The Interview (M/M)
"shit, you run a whorehouse too?" bubba said, adjusting himself and swaying just a little on his hooves, as if he was going to pee at a urinal. hawk kept an eye on it. "yeah. everyone who does that, does it upstairs on the next floor.
Horny Herm Housewives Book Club
The stench of cum and sex was dense, heavy, making the lovely home smell like a whorehouse during peak hours, just how eloise liked it to be. "let's start. everyone grab your book and your costumes from the bag i put under the chairs and sofa."
Domesticating the Dom pt 1
If you want a quick fling, go to a whorehouse instead." in response, dennis finishes his drink before hopping up to sit on the counter. "now now, why do you gotta be so sore, barrett? after all, who helps to keep this place open?"
Be Careful What You Look for...And Where.
In the meantime, life inside the whorehouse would be a little more tolerable. the next time the privy room needed cleaning, he would know where to put it.
Mounted
Jets of semen, pent up from his unfulfilling trip to the whorehouse, splattered beneath the table. each orgasmic pulse pulled at his cock until he felt its head sink between the cold scales of his crotch and settle in a tight fold of flesh.
Hunting Slaves
The man is the director of a number of underground snuff clubs, whorehouses where the whores always end up dead, and when not employed directly in that, in snuff films with the same result. _sir. are we the bad guys today?