New Harrisville Falls - Brothel Room # 1
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				Title: <strong>New Harrisville Falls - Brothel Room # 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 16:30:42</strong>
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				This is room n°1 of the Fucking Gulch. Rooms 1 through 4 have the exact same furniture and design. <br>It is basically limited to a large and comfortable bed, a high dress mirror, a coat stand, and a small shower cell for the customer. 
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 19:23:00</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/applepielife1/17%20batch/alexandra011.png)<br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Night - The Fucking Gulch<br>Her Outfit (http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V335257.jpg)<br>Her Shoes (http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V335623.jpg)</span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Moved from the Brothel main thread. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123765.200#lastPost)</span></div><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>She knew he was getting aroused, and that always pleased her. She ran one hand down his chest and then up to his neck. Stroking his cheek, she leaned in and kissed around his ear softly before speaking softly.<br><br>"A massage sounds like a good idea. I think you need to relax first, and then we can go from there."<br><br>She kissed the shell of his ear and then slowly moved off his lap. Standing up, she took his hand and pulled him up to lead him away. Before they did that, though, she pulled his fingers to her mouth and sucked his index finger inside. Her blue eyes never left his and she let go of his finger with a pop.<br><br>"Right this way."<br><br>With that, she turned away and led him upstairs and into room #1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124062.0).<br><br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>As Ellie and Dean entered the room, she shut the door behind him and dimmed the lights. Turning to him, she removed her heels to be more comfortable and then pointed at the bed.<br><br>"If you'd like to lie down, I can start that massage. Front or back, your choice."<br><br>Truthfully she wasn't that good at massages, but she was getting better and clients did request it more often than she thought they would. She looked in a drawer in the nightstand to find some massage oil and began rubbing it on her hands.<br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 21:57:03</strong>
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				<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong><br><br>It was almost deja vu, following the lovely woman up the stairs, his hand intertwined in hers, his eyes gazing at the lovely shape of her rump as they stepped up towards the room. He could see the more tan skin of Orchid in his mind, licking his lips. Was she working tonight? Was she here? For a moment Dean had second thoughts, on one hand afraid of the same mistake happening twice, and then due to his great desire to show Orchid that he wasn't just some lame virgin.<br><br>No, he was going to make sure tonight was different. He held onto Pearl's hand more tightly, following her, straightening his back. As they entered the room he shrugged his coat off, about to toss it aside when he wondered just what this room might look like under a black light. He hung it on the appropriate hook instead, followed by his shirt. He trembled a bit, both from the cool air of the brothel and because of how nervous he suddenly was once more. But he shook his head, unbuckling his belt. Whether she found him physically attractive or not didn't matter. This was all about performance, and he was going to learn to relax. He dropped his jeans and boxers, getting naked.<br><br>"Let's start with front," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and then laying down on it. Just crawling or dropping onto it while nude seemed undignified somehow, the opposite of sexy. Then again, so did his cock hanging limply to the side. Ah well.<br><br>He looked over at Pearl, taking in the curves of her body, and smiled. She was definitely a looker.<br><br>"Why don't you take those clothes off, first?"
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 23:50:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Ellie felt him relax a bit as they entered the room, and she was glad. He seemed a bit distant, though, and she wondered if perhaps he'd been waiting for another girl. He hadn't said anything, but she hated sleeping with someone if they didn't want her. When he looked at her, though, he showed lust, so she figured that was a good sign. She saw him take his coat off and then his shirt. He wasn't overly muscular, but he was very attractive, and she knew she would enjoy being with him. <br><br>When he dropped his pants, she looked a little disappointed that he wasn't hard, but after all, they had just started. She intended to change that fact very soon. She watched him lay down and was about ready to move forward when he suggested that she strip as well. Grinning, she nodded.<br><br>"It's only fair."<br><br>Slowly she reached up and ran her hands over her cloth covered breasts before slipping each strap over her shoulders to the side. Next she turned around and unzipped the back of her nightie, slowly peeling it down and over her hips to drop it at her feet. She wore a lace thong beneath it, and as she bent over, her ass was displayed prominently for him. Straightening, she covered her breasts with her hands and turned toward him. With a cheeky smile, she slowly lowered her hands to reveal her full and firm breasts with hard pink nipples. Spinning around again, she peeled her thong off of her hips and bent over once more to toss it aside. Now her pink slit was revealed as she leaned over, and he could see that she shaved everything. <br><br>Once she was fully nude, she walked toward him and added some more oil to her hands. She crawled over his body and leaned over to kiss his lips ever so softly, and then ran her small hands over his chest. She carefully worked her fingers and palms over his stomach, pecs and even his arms. Adding more oil, she moved down and rubbed every inch of his legs and thighs before getting to the main event. She didn't go straight for it, though, and instead rubbed all around it but never actually touched the shaft or balls. <br><br>"Should I get that last spot or turn you over?"<br><br>Her eyes were sensual, and she now straddled his legs with her hand hanging above his groin.<br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 05:03:01</strong>
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				<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - Brothel Room 1</strong><br><br>He smiled as she stripped, putting on a show for him. She seemed to be enjoying herself, which was unusual as she must have done this plenty of times before. Maybe it was because he was a new client? It would be like the first time again, her body on full display for a brand new stranger. He could feel the blood pumping to his groin as she revealed her breasts, causing it to pulse slightly.<br><br>It stopped as she crawled onto the bed, though. That nervousness began to return, that worry that he wouldn't be able to perform. As she leaned in he pressed his lips back, his tongue barely grazing her lips. His eyes closed, and soon enough the world began to flood away.<br><br>The sensation was a bit like when you get a hair cut. Just close your eyes, and you can't even see the woman. Just feel them. He didn't look into her eyes, as she could show disappointment at any time, or make evident that she was merely doing her job. Instead he focused on the gentle caress of her hands and the feel of her warm body pressing and hovering over his. His cock began to pulse once more, and by time her hands had finished everything else, his cock had grown thick, rigid and long.<br><br>He was already doing better than last night.<br><br>"<strong>Should I get that last spot or turn you over?</strong>"<br><br>He kept his eyes closed, knowing that if he opened now he'd lose his (sort of) relaxed state. He'd get nervous again. So he simply stared into the dark of his eyelids, smiling as he nodded. "Get that last spot..." he said quietly. As if on reflex, his hand slid along her thigh as she straddled him, caressing it gently. She was so soft and warm, it was lovely.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 05:41:18</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>She watched his cock begin to harden, and she smiled in relief. After all, she wanted him to be attracted to her. She took the massage slow, as she didn't want to scare him, but she kissed him back a bit more firmly when he showed interest. Her tongue traced his lips, and she gradually pushed inside to sweetly massage his tongue. Soon enough, she pulled back and looked at him lustfully. His cock had grown fully hard, and she licked her lips in anticipation. She was a prostitute, but she still loved sex.<br><br>When he stroked her thigh and asked her to massage his cock, she smiled and nodded...even though he couldn't see her. Adding some more oil, she reached down and ran her fingertips lightly over his erection, stroking his balls and finally taking it in her right hand. Her left hand cupped his testicles, and she gradually began pumping the shaft. Her thumb swiped over the head, and she expertly squeezed and gave him a handjob she hoped he'd enjoy...growing quite wet and excited herself.<br></span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 13:32:37</strong>
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				<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - Brothel Room 1</strong><br><br>He was tempted to open his eyes each time her lips parted from his, to look at her, but he didn't want to risk anything. It was too good now, feeling right about himself. When her fingers began to slide over his cock he groaned, hips thrusting upward. Normally when he jerked himself off, he did it dry. He never even really did so much as spit in his hand to moisten it. So her palm and fingers slipping around his member so smoothly as she stroked him, her thumb sliding across the sensitive tip, it was like a new sensation.<br><br>A brief flash back to the previous night, the feeling of Orchid's lips on his cock, the sudden burst of cum into her mouth, and he began to breath deeper and faster. Crap. Was that going to happen again? His fingers squeezed tightly onto Pearl's thigh as his lips lifted to meet her hand, her fingers on his scrotum adding further sensation to his brain. Shit, shit, <em>shit!</em><br><br>"Stop!" he burst out. He finally opened his eyes, looking at her. He was starting to calm once again, but most of all, the look on her face...her posture...there was some body language there, something just screaming that she was having a good time. He couldn't stop this already.<br><br>His eyes slowly rolled across her body, pausing on her shapely bust. He had an idea, something he had wanted to try for some time.<br><br>He sat up and began to stand up on the bed, the soft mattress making it a bit awkward. He took her hands, placing them to the sides of her own breasts as he slid his cock between them, looking down into her eyes for...some sort of sign, indication that he was either doing something good or something stupid.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 19:50:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>She smiled as he thrust his hips up to meet her eager hand, and relaxed herself a bit when he seemed to lose himself in the sensation. That didn't last, though, as he suddenly grew tense again and yelled for her to stop. She looked almost hurt as she removed her hand as if burnt. She'd never had a client tell her to stop before, and she actually flinched before preparing to leave the bed and let him be.<br><br>However, he soon collected himself and took her hands, making her turn back and end her retreat for the moment. <br><br>"Sir, if you'd rather have another girl, we can do that. I don't want to force you to take me. After all, it's your money."<br><br>She swallowed, but looked down when he grasped her breasts, she bit her lip in desire and took the hint, holding her full breasts together with her palms. Situating herself forward, she let him slide his still wet cock into her cleavage and thrust in. She pushed her breasts in tightly around him, forming a tight sheath for him to fuck, and looked up lustfully.<br><br>"Does it feel good?"<br><br>Her voice was husky again, licking her lips and working her chest up and down.<br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 05:30:51</strong>
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				<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - Brothel Room 1</strong><br><br>He didn't really know why, but he loved the feeling of those large and soft breasts wrapped around them, sealing them within their warmth. He rested his hands on her shoulders, beginning to thrust slowly at first as she worked her own chest along his hardened and slick member. It didn't have the same sort of grip as her hand or the suction of her lips, but for some reason it still felt good.<br><br>"It feels great," he grunted in response. He was silent a moment, his fingers gripping into her shoulders tightly as he thrust harder and faster, her breasts rippling and jiggling with each push of his cock. His breathing grew deeper. It wasn't enough of a break, and he knew he was going to cum soon. He knew he should stop, should pause, but he just couldn't. He began thrusting between her breasts as if they were her own cunt, panting deeply as his crotch shoved and smacked into her body. One of his hands slid through her hair, making sure her head was bent back and looking up at him while his other fingers dug painfully into her shoulder.<br><br>Then he threw his head back, and with a shudder his cock thrust forward, a string of cum slipping into the air and splashing against Pearl's chin, lips and cheek. He did not relent, but the rest of it merely oozed onto her chest and between her breasts, the path slick once again. He gradually began to slow, his grip on her relaxing, and ever slip of his sensitive and reddened cock head causing his whole body to shiver.<br><br>"Shit..." he panted. He lasted longer, sure, but not by much.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 05:39:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>She got off on guys getting off, so when his face controrted in obvious pleasure, she groaned and nodded in encouragement.<br><br>"Yes...cum for me. I want your cum."<br><br>Yes, she was a hooker...but she really meant that. She bit her bottom lip and her gaze remained firmly fixed on his as she pumped his cock hard and fast...holding her breasts around him tightly. His reassurance pleased her, and she smiled.<br><br>"Mmm...good."<br><br>She could tell he was getting close, and she licked her lips in excitement. She obviously wanted him to cum, so when he pulled her hair back, she eagerly watched his pleasured face.<br><br>"Please...give it to me."<br><br>Her voice was desperate, and when he finally came, she groaned in pleasure. She closed her eyes to protect them, but opened her mouth to catch as much as she could. When he finished, she swallowed what had made her mouth, and then licked her lips before she smiled up at him. He seemed disappointed in something, so she frowned in confusion. They had both enjoyed it. What was wrong?<br><br>She pulled herself back and reclined beside him on the bed. Running a finger over her face, she scooped up the seed and licked it off her finger with a groan at the taste. Finally she tilted her head and rested a hand gently on his chest.<br><br>"What's wrong? You seemed to enjoy yourself...did I not please you?"<br></span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 13:23:14</strong>
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				<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - Brothel Room 1</strong><br><br>Dean had sat back down onto the mattress, leaning himself back against the head board as Pearl slid up beside him, swiping away at some of the cum on her face, licking it off before laying a hand on his chest. Her body was definitely warm, though the two of them were a bit of a mess. She, covered in cum and her hands coated in oil, and his oil body covered in oil while his cock, slowly going limp, was smothered in oil and his own ejaculate. He let out a sigh.<br><br>"<strong>What's wrong? You seemed to enjoy yourself...did I not please you?</strong>"<br><br>Dean's brow furrowed in confusion at the question. She made him cum, didn't she? Of course he had been pleased. Why would she ask something like that? Maybe girls were paid less if clients were left unhappy in some fashion. It would make sense. A girl didn't want to get trouble at her job for bad service.<br><br>"No, you did fine," he said, trying to feign a smile. "I just... I need to figure out how to last longer." He brought his hand to his face, rubbing at his eyes. What now? He didn't feel like he had gotten his money's worth, but technically he used up what he could of his time. Or so he thought. He looked to the bathroom, then to how messy he and Pearl had become before turning back to her.<br><br>"Are clients allowed to shower with you girls?" he asked.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 20:04:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>He seemed confused, and she had a feeling that there was some misunderstanding was going on. Mainly on her part. When he spoke again, she realized what the problem was. Her face relaxed and she smiled in disbelief.<br><br>"That's what you're upset about? I'm sorry. I didn't know, but you should never be upset about that. You lasted plenty long, and when a man takes forever to cum, it makes me feel inadequate...like I'm not pleasing him. So personally, I <em>prefer</em> someone who doesn't take an extremely long time. And you lasted quite a bit longer than many men...trust me. You made me feel like I was pleasing you, and I asked for it didn't I? I meant that. I wanted you to cum...sorry if I hurried you. I just get into it."<br><br>She smiled and saw him look at the bathroom. At his question, she nodded.<br><br>"Yes. We can, and I...and many girls here...would love to help you practice in order to last longer, if that really bothers you. It shouldn't though. In my personal experience, that's more of a myth that guys spread about women's opinions. And besides, if you cum quickly, then that usually means you can get it up again more quickly too...which pleases a woman <em>very</em> much."<br><br>She got up and stood before him, going into the bathroom to turn the shower on and come back out.<br><br>"I...well, I hope that you'll ask for me again after tonight possibly...at least, sometimes. I really enjoy being with you."<br><br>She blushed, and it was obvious that she was being honest. Crooking her finger seductively, she went into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, rinsing off her hair and body as she waited for him.<br></span><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 05:48:20</strong>
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				<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - Brothel Room 1</strong><br><br>For a moment Dean felt relieved, even pleased, as Pearl spoke to him. He smiled as she wandered to the shower, turning seductively as she motioned him to follow, stepping in to start the water. He sighed and turned to the side of the bed, stepping off, and the smile faded. Could he really trust this woman at what she said? She was, after all, a brothel girl. It was her job to make her clients happy. How many men did she say rocked her world in any given night? Wouldn't it get old after a while?<br><br>He sighed, standing. Maybe he ought to just walk out of there? No, he said he'd shower with her, and he'd do just that.<br><br>He walked to the bathroom, feeling cold once more, though the steam from the shower had already begun to warm and heat the bathroom up. He smiled and walked in, slowly stepping in beside Pearl. He was tempted to just grab her breasts once more, or perhaps her ass this time, but he was so coated in oil he couldn't even think of it. He instead began to rinse himself off, his eyes unable to leave the shape of her body.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 07:57:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>She noticed him smile, and she smiled back easily, but then sighed in despair as he seemed to close up again. He didn't believe her, even though she was being truthful. She didn't know how to convince him otherwise.<br><br>When he finally joined her in the shower, she turned and smiled before taking the shampoo and washing her hair. She used soap to clean every inch of her body until she was squeaky clean, and then turned her attention to him. She took a bar of soap and after lathering it a bit, began moving it in slow strokes over his oily skin. The oil washed away easily, and she could focus on making him feel good. She leaned up and kissed him gently as she spread suds over his chest and his back.<br><br>"You don't have to believe what I said earlier, but I was being honest."<br><br>She moved the soap over his arms.<br><br>"But I don't know how to convince you."<br></span><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 13:22:14</strong>
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				<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong><br><br>Just the sight of Pearl washing herself was enough to reignite the desire within Dean. Once her hands were caressing his body, lathering him up, scrubbing the oil away, his member began to slowly harden again. He kissed back gently, tongue tracing her lower lip, uncertain of its path.<br><br>She seemed to be able to see the doubt in his eyes of her honesty, and he could see in her own eyes hurt and vulnerability. He didn't know how to respond, truth told. He opened his mouth to speak, stuttered a bit, and just shut it. He looked to her hands, then down over her body once more. The book came to his mind again, all the information on how to please a woman flooding his mind. Maybe it was time to put some of that into practice?<br><br>His hand moved between her thighs, a finger sliding between her lips, upwards, seeking out her clitoris. It seemed more evasive than he realized, not standing out to his touch quite as obviously as he had expected to be, and his finger ended up sliding and tugging about her upper lips a moment before he finally found it. He started simple, sliding his finger side to side, looking to her face to see any pleasure she might feel.<br><br>Under the flowing water across his body, his own cock began to grow thick once more, long and hovering in the air, dripping with the warm water from the shower.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 19:24:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">His eyes turned more lustful, and she relaxed a bit. It seemed they were both nervous. He was nervous about not pleasing her, and now she was nervous about the same thing. It reminded her of her first week a bit, so her face did indeed look more vulnerable than usual. She noticed his body react in a positive way as she washed him, and she had to admit that her own breathing grew a bit labored as well. <br><br>Because of his nervous stutter, she expected him to freeze up in the shower. However, to her surprise...and pleasure...he moved his hand between her legs. Her eyes widened slightly, but she definitely didn't stop him, and her hand held onto his shoulders. She leaned her back against the tiled wall and licked her lips as her still wet pussy grew wetter with more than just the water. It took him a bit to find it, but when he did, she gasped and her hips bucked. Groaning, she trembled and moaned in bliss as he rubbed her clit.<br><br>"Mmmm....that feels....good..."<br><br>She looked into his eyes as her heart raced and her breathing hitched. Licking her lips, she ground her hips against his hand and let out feminine sounds of pleasure.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 03:02:33</strong>
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				<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - Brothel Room 1</strong><br><br>Well, he seemed to be doing well so far. She was moaning at least, looking into his eyes as her lips parted in soft moans. Her hips bucking into his hand actually made it harder to keep track of her clit, and frequently he found his finger slipping from her lips or along her slit. Licking his lips he looked over her body, wanting to do something more, and once more his eyes rested on her hefty chest.<br><br>One last glance to her eyes and he leaned down, his lips wrapping around her breast, trying to stuff as much of the soft flesh as would fit in his mouth in one go. His tongue pressed and slid along the hardened nipple, his teeth scraping at her flesh before his lips finally sealed tight, sucking down to the tip of her pink nub. His finger grew lax momentarily, but soon he found himself in a rhythm, lips sucking on her breast, tongue flicking her nipple, and his finger pressing and sliding along her clitoris.<br><br>His hips pressed to her leg and his hard, throbbing member slid along her body. His other hand wrapped around, grabbing at her ass, wanting to do something. His finger wavered as he began wondering what else he should do. Should he keep going? Should he slip his finger inside of her? Or maybe he should try and fuck her?<br><br>He paused a moment, lips and finger halting. He pulled his mouth from her breast and looked at her. What should he do? Did it matter? He licked his lips, eyes averting from her gaze, looking to the wall instead.<br><br>"I um...I'm...still a virgin." He spoke it quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel Room # 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 02:56:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Ellie was definitely enjoying herself, and as the water ran over her pale curves, she moaned and thrashed against his young hands. When he sucked her nipple into his mouth, she gasped and groaned long and low. Her head fell back and she knew it wouldn't be long before she came. However, she wanted his cock inside of her when she did, and she was about ready to tell him that when he seemed to pause. He wanted to say something, but he was nervous.<br><br>She licked her lips and looked down at him when her eyes widened at his statement. She had never seen a virgin here before, that she knew of, and she was surprised that he was one. That might explain his nervousness a bit. After her initial shock, she smiled and turned the water off.<br><br>"Do you want to fuck me, Dean?"<br><br>She leaned in and kissed his lips softly, waiting for an answer.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel Room # 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 06:08:59</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Capone has given me permission to write his character, Dean, out of this scene. I am doing so under full knowledge and request of the player.</div></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Brothel Room 1</strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Ellie and Dean re-entered the room and proceeded to have an educational and pleasurable first time for the young man. He tipped her and left, leaving Ellie to shower and re-dress in a different outfit (http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs150.snc1/5570_136940416498_43613481498_3292469_3676341_n.jpg) with red stiletto heels and red lacy panties. She pinned her red curls up and re-applied her make-up before exiting the room and making her way back into the bar.<br><br>.....<br><br>Moved to Brothel. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123765.0)<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel Room # 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>02-06-2012, 23:00:00</strong>
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				<strong>Blossom and Darcy, first time.</strong><br><br>The congressman followed in behind her and closed the door, looking around. "I promise ill be gentle my dear. Its like having a virgin again." Darcy smiled and ran his fingers between her breasts, "Strip and we will begin, I like my women in nothing but a smile." He sits on the bed next to her kissing her shoulder, "Make it slow and sweet for me. Ever dance for a lover before?"<br><br>His lips reached her neck and he began to tease the gentle flesh. "Definitely not a professional, but that's your biggest appeal... Keep that innocence as long as you can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel Room # 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 19:57:43</strong>
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				<strong>Blossom, embarrassed with Darcy</strong><br><br>Darcy's touch sent shivers running down her spine, all of Blossom's senses telling her to leave while she could. The entire situation made her feel uncomfortable beyond belief, but somehow she managed to remain seated on the bed. <br><br>"No.. I've never done something like that." She replied, not even knowing where to begin. Kelly's hands shakily went to the bottom of her dress, pulling it up ever so slightly to reveal her creamy thighs. She was very aware of the cameras in the room, practically able to feel their gaze boring a hole into her. <br><br>"Could you.. teach me?" Kelly whispered. It was much too hard for her to improvise something she had never done. Secretly, she wished that the man would just give her orders and do as he pleased with her. 
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