Brothel Charity

 

"Good evening sir. My name is Charity. You asked for me?"

A mid aged man stood up and crushed the remainder of his cigar in a nearby ash tray. He was a bit rotund but reasonably handsome. Although he was well dressed, he spoke with a sharp, East London accent. "Right miss. One of my friends recommended you. Ready for a go?"

Charity smiled and extended her small hand. "Come right this way sir." The receiving room was surprisingly empty this Thursday evening. Obviously he wouldn't have been permitted to enter this room if he hadn't paid the "bawdy fee" as her manager; Lucy Hastings so bluntly put it.

His hand was quite dry and warm so he wasn't nervous. She thought to herself that he was probably a Nuevo-riche rake, indulging in a sordid series of escapades with a variety of available wenches because he could now afford to. Oh well, she'd heard of much worse and Lucy was good that way. She was quite particular in terms of who was permitted to enjoy the steamy pleasures obtainable at the well-known brothel," Lucy's Place".

Jim Conway watched his new escort with some interest. She was short but not fat. Her slender figure was hinted at in spite of the fashionable dress which concealed most of it. Charity had been told that this particular customer liked the girl to look respectable, at least until he got her in bed. Yet, her surprisingly large breasts jutted out in spite of the fabric that attempted to cover those enticing mounds. No material in the world could conceal those bulging breasts from the scrutiny of the male of the species. His mouth watered just thinking about what he was about to do to them. He was a randy sort and he'd purchased her services for the evening. It was six now and he could romp with this winsome looking wench till midnight or even later. He didn't like short, one hour long trysts. You couldn't really enjoy a woman fully in such a short time. By now he was rigid under his dark brown trousers. His well-made boots made virtually no sound on the thick carpeted hall way. The place smelled of tobacco, spirits and surprisingly cleansing soap. One thing was for sure, Lucy made sure her house and whores were clean. Charity opened a door, third to the left and they entered the small but well-appointed room. He handed her a gold colored wooden disk. Charity's face lit up. She'd only have to sport with one man this evening. The young prostitute added radiance to her simpering smile. She turned so that he could start unhooking the complex network of hooks which was designed to make the dress stay in place. As he undid her, his hands trembled with anticipation. She was wearing no undergarments. Moments later her calico dress lay in a rumpled puddle on the carpet and she turned to face him in the bright gas light. Her ruddy, red hair fell to her shoulder and beyond. Her intelligent blue green eyes locked onto his admiring gaze. His hands automatically moved onto her lush tits. "By God! You are a hand full, you are." He glanced down to her groin. She was cleanly shaved and her perfume emitted a powerful and enticing aroma. She reached out and unbuttoned his shirt quickly while he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. She helped him remove his boots and then he lay back on her bed. His manhood was erect, ready for action.

"Sit on my face love and suck my cock. You look marvelous."

At this moment, she felt just a little sick to her stomach. She loathed oral sex. So many of the customers apparently didn't know what the concept of bathing was. If she could impose one rule, it would be that the customer would have to take a hot, soapy bath before embarking on the thrilling adventures of Eros. Obediently she climbed on top and got into the desired position. To her surprise, he didn't smell and his cock was reasonably clean. At least this evening, she'd gotten a break.

***

Charity had been working at "Lucy's Place" neigh on seven months and she'd just turned 18. Given a choice between 14 hours days in some stinking factory or this house of ill repute, it had been a no brainer. Her father had recently passed away from the coughing sickness and she had a younger brother and her baby sister, Sally to support into the bargain. Her brother, Edward would soon be in trade as an apprentice but that still left Sally.

Lucy's husband Ralph had broken Charity in during her first few weeks at the brothel. He rutted inside her for over 30 days, two hours per day to make sure she was up to standards. After seeing Lucy, she couldn't blame him too much. The crass Misses Hastings was around fifty now and her overweight frame and glowering look could have intimidated much braver souls than Ralph. She'd even heard her tell Ralph to fuck the stock and leave her alone. Apparently she was sick of sex, even with her no account husband. So Ralph went with the flow, using the girls for his satisfaction as he saw fit. The only rule was that he couldn't do his thing during prime time, six to twelve in the evening.

***

Her mouth slid down Jim's pleasantly large cock. To her surprise, her body responded to his own oral attentions. The man apparently knew how to pleasure a woman. Expertly he toyed with her clit with his tongue before sinking it into her now, very wet cunt. She sped up her own succulent oral strokes, licking his cock head and underside with her expert, tongue tricks. His hands quickly found her ripe breasts and he gently squeezed and fondled them as he ate her cunny, forcing her young body towards an orgasm. She slowed down then. There was no rush. They had plenty of time. The more ecstasy she could provide him, the more likely the word would get around that Charity was one, grade A whore. It felt so lame to sit or stand with two or three other girls so that a new comer could make his choice. Her skin was too pale and sometimes she had that frail appearance that most men didn't really like on first inspection. However, Lucy was fair. Half for the house and half for the girl. She'd make some serious coin this evening. All she had to do was let him fuck her cunt and perhaps her bum hole until midnight or thereabouts and she'd be able to put some more money into her rapidly growing bank account. To be sure, a girl certainly couldn't do this sort of thing forever. One of the older whores had warned her about the dangers of making whore sporting a lifetime profession.

Jim loved her fresh, tangy taste. Deep down, he wished he could hire this wench as his permanent mistress but his family, such as it was would hardly approve. Hell, even her bum hole was pristine and he stuck his tongue into her little ring. Her crotch lunged harder into his face. The wanton slut actually liked it. Back and forth he sucked and licked her clit, labia and anal rose bud. Each time he buried his tongue or thick fingers into her cunt, she whimpered with obvious delight while his cock felt like it was in a furnace of carnal bliss. He could hardly wait to stick his member into that soft, wet pussy which squirmed all over his intruding mouth and slick, damp face. However, experience had taught him that he could last much longer inside her if he shot his initial load into that suckling paradise, Charity's mouth. He thrust upward, eager for the delight of a bursting dick! Her choking and gurgling gags soon sent him beyond the point of no return. The older man liberally cursed with admiration as his seed rushed precipitously down her already penetrated throat.

Charity sucked and gulped, used to this by now. She held his squirting member in her hand and gently sucked the sensitive head, urging more and more of his spunk to find the exciting softness of her imploding mouth. "You're a wonder, you are! God, that's the best suck I've ever had. Christ what a wench."

She turned back to look at him. "Yes, sir and it's not even seven yet. Think of all the nice little things you can do inside your naughty fancy girl tonight. I just love getting fucked by such a healthy, strong man like yourself, sir."

Ralph had told her that men liked a girl who could use foul language, especially while they were fucking her. It added zest to the sport and the customers liked to think that their hostess was a cock craving whore who required a lot of servicing to control their hedonistic passions. Few of them ever guessed the truth. Charity might be making good money but she was unhappy at the core of her youthful being. These brief flashes of ecstasy were no substitute for the inner glow of self-respect. On top of which, how could she ever find and capture a good, honest man after this? Ever so slowly, she teased his dick back to hardness through the magic of her oral skills. It took a while but there was plenty of time as she'd already mentioned to her new customer. He wasn't too bad to look at either. A bit heavy around the waste and his trimmed beard could be a bit rough on her sensitive groin; but overall, he was better than some she'd had to service.

He rolled her onto her back and obediently, she lifted her sexy legs to his broad shoulders pushing her bare feet against the top of his hairy chest. Her little fingers guided his shaft to her slick cunny. A moment later, he thrust forward and was all the way in! It felt warm and full to her. His confident strokes delved deep inside her oozing channel. This man was very eager for the fuck, no question about it. Charity was in for hours of very sound, satisfying fucking. His large hands seemed to mash her tits and her toes ended up in his mouth. That turned her on even more. The bloke was toying with her. He liked all of her. This was a pleasant surprise. Most men just fucked, jerked and left but this man was a connoisseur apparently. "Oh yes! Yes! Fuck it hard! You can fuck me for hours. You're so good, love, you can stay till dawn. The extra time is on the house. You're so fucking good! Fuck me! Fuck your baby, Charity!"

Now her left foot was being sucked and her breasts burned from the passionate groping. No question, he wanted her lithe, young body. His thrusts were slow and deep. It was as if he were savoring the texture and eager ripples of every inch of her juicy pussy. She couldn't blame him. She was enjoying the process herself. The more he drilled, the quicker her breathing and the closer she came to the brink. Suddenly she squealed as the flash of climax seemed to explode from her cunt to her chest. "Ooooooo! God! Yes! Fuck it! Keep fucking my cunt! You're so fucking good!"

Charity was gripping him harder now. Her squeezing sheath was hungry at last. It had to have this thick cock which kept tormenting her with that slow, level pace. The bastard wanted to drag it out and it was driving the young slut wild! "Fuck me! Fucking slam it in, you hot stud! God, you fuck like a horse! Fucking stud my cunt!"