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# brothel - jilcoprompts
This one was too tall.
Her hair was appropriately blue, styled into two long braids. She wore dark eyeliner and lipstick, and she was dressed in a skin-tight black top with equally tight black shorts. She had wide, blue eyes that shined with mischief. Her frame was lithe, breasts small and pert, her toned midriff bare to his gaze.
Babette had done well with his requests, and had hopefully been discreet about it. He didn’t need information like this getting out to be used against him.
The woman approached his seat on the dingy mattress, hands clasped behind her back to push her chest out, invitingly. She put her knees on either side of his hips, straddling him and rested her arms on his shoulders.
She would have to do.
“I’m bored, daddy.” she breathed out, bringing her plush lips a mere inch from his own. “Entertain me.
Silco’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against his crotch. She whimpered as he left bruises on her porcelain skin. Daddy was a nice touch, though he hadn’t asked for it. Would never ask for it.
He moved his mouth to her neck to lazily explore the pale expanse of her throat, his teeth grazing against her jugular before sinking into the soft flesh, drawing a moan from the woman. He drags his tongue up her neck, until he reaches her ear and whispers, “I think I know something fun we could do, child.”
There was a tenseness in her, after he said it. But he’d asked Babette to tell her what she should expect and her hips rolled against him in a way that showed no hesitation. She scraped her nails down the scarred side of his face and he reflexively grabbed her wrist because it felt wrong. Her nails were too long.
He sighed, pushing her hand away.
“Entertain me instead.” he said and she got the message. The whore dropped to her knees in front of him, working quickly on the buttons of his trousers. She freed his cock, only half-hard because it was difficult to get into the fantasy with all of these glaring imperfections.
Her small hands stroked him up and down, twisting and rubbing over the head with a practiced touch. Another inaccuracy.
Silco tangled his fingers at the base of the woman’s braids, pressing her face closer to him. She opened her mouth and the head of his cock collided with her warm, wet tongue.
He slid himself to the hilt in her throat immediately, reveling in the way she gagged, as if inexperienced. She hadn’t had time to prepare, to steel herself against the familiar sensation.
He set a brutal pace, thrusting as deep as he could just to hear her choke, to feel her try to escape, sharp nails scrabbling at the fabric of his pants. He closed his eyes and let his imagination reign.
Jinx looked up at him and he saw fear in her eyes, but submission as well. His good girl would give him anything he asked, no matter how uncomfortable it was. She was his beautiful, perfect daughter. She wanted to make him happy, he knew that.
Silco’s grip tightened, forcing the whore down and holding her there for longer than she liked, if the desperate, terrified noises she released were anything to go on. Her throat contracted around him, warm wetness rising in it, some of it spilling out around his shaft.
Jinx didn’t struggle, of course. She wanted him, with all of the darkness in him, all of his base desires. She took him gratefully, with a contented moan. If she could speak, he knew she’d beg for more.
The whore, however, was whimpering pathetically, between her retching.
Jinx swallowed obediently around him, kept her head down of her own accord because she loved him, even when he hurt her.
Silco felt his orgasm approaching, a coil tightening in his gut, and his thrusts became more aggressive. The whore was making herself difficult to tune out, but he managed.
Jinx made obscene noises, begged him with her eyes to fill her mouth with his cum, make her sputter around his cock as she struggled to swallow it all. He saw her work harder, take him even deeper and run her tongue along the underside of his prick.
The whore tried to get away, again, but he used his grip on her hair to keep her in place as he finished, cock pulsing on her tongue, flooding her and causing her to choke even harder.
After he’d emptied himself into her, he pushed her away. He finally opened his eyes to see her leaned back on her elbows. Her wide eyes bore into his, brimming with tears. Drool and bile coated her chin, some of it dripping onto her chest.
Silco buttoned his pants and stood up, adjusting the rest of his clothing. He ran a hand through his graying hair and sighed heavily.
“Tell Babette I need to speak with her later. There are still some issues to iron out.”