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

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

... completely, leaving just enough to the imagination. My hair was pulled up in a sloppy updo that left curly strands hanging down the sides of my face, and I made an exception and put on an excessive amount of make-up, going a little nuts with it as I didn't use it often. That led to my eyes having dark black eyeliner all around and nice emerald-coloured eyeshadow, a little purple spray in the corners, yellow lines around my eyebrows and some dark red lipstick. I looked in the mirror and was pleased. I would've fucked myself, which is as it should be according to one of my life mottoes. I grabbed my handbag and got out, walking up to the entrance. The girl greeting me was smiling sweetly. She seemed very young, and not a prostitute herself, just greeting guests as they arrived. "Hello," she said. "Welcome to Club Jenna. The bar is this way," she pointed, "or if you already know who you'd like to meet, you can step right through to our parlour." She pointed to a staircase on her other side. I nodded. "I'll just have a drink first, thank you," I said, stepping through dark wooden double doors into the bar area. There weren't many men in the bar, just a lot of the girls sitting idle on chairs and stools, sipping drinks and smoking. I smiled as they each looked at me interested, and walked up to the circular bar in the center of the room. I squeezed onto a bar stool and nodded to the barkeep woman. "What can I get you?" she asked. She was the only one in the room besides me that ...

... was halfway clothed, the rest of the girls wore lingerie, bikinis or just went topless. "Coke," I said. She got me a glass with a few ice cubes in it and poured the drink. I sipped, then began to look around the room. The walls and ceiling were inlaid with wooden panels, and draped with red sheets that matched the red leather upholstery of most of the furniture. It was divided into separees that lined the walls, all with comfortable looking leather benches and tables. The lights were dimmed, without being too dark and the whole place had a nice, friendly atmosphere. However, there was no sight of any orgy taking place, so if something seedy was going on, it wasn't here. One of the hookers finally was walking up to me and sat down next to me. "Hey sweetie," she said. "What can I do for you?" I looked at her. She had black hair and dark tanned skin, a sweet athletic body that looked like she worked out a lot and a cute face to go with it. She was smaller and much thinner than me and her head looked a little too small for her body, which gave her a childlike appearance, even though she was clearly older than me. Despite that, her breasts were nice and round and full and pushed up nicely in a striped black-and-white bra. She wore matching panties that stretched nicely across her likewise round and tight butt. All in all, I estimated her to be about 40 years old. I smiled back at her. "I heard of some kind of party going on today," I said, not even lying. "And, well, I was kinda ...