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The Bordello Part 1 (Halloween Special)
🕑 Added 2021-10-06 21:33:54 +0000 UTC ***This story is completely fictitious. None of these characters are real and none of the events ever happened*** ***I do accept commissions on stories if you wish to contact me directly, either by KiK Messenger at MissedFives or Email at MissedFives@Gmail.com. All of the Story Arcs can be extended as well and I DO take requests if you want specific things to happen. These stories are 100% my works of art. That being said, please enjoy what I have created so far and don't forget to leave some love. Let me know in quotes what part of the story made you cum. I'd really like that.*** ***This story includes: Pedophilia, Sadism, Rape We had just finished our weekend at the Faire and were now back home to our regular and fairly boring lives. With one exception… The Wench. I had made a new friend over the weekend and she had introduced me to a whole new world of sexual pleasure. The world of inflicting pain. Watching her beat her own son and then later allowing me the experience of doing it first hand… never have I ever done something so… thrilling! My pussy was getting wet just thinking about it. It was very difficult for me to concentrate on this Monday morning at work. There were at least six times that I squeezed my thighs together while speaking with colleagues… mindless “uh huh” and “yeah” filled my vocabulary as I rubbed my thighs together ever so slowly… grinding my tiny clit into short and sweet climaxes. Once or twice while looking straight at a female coworker. I swear, if my jeans weren’t so perfectly fitted to my body, I would have shoved my entire hand inside myself. I was so insatiable at work that if I had a horse cock of a dildo at the ready, I would probably fuck it in the company bathroom! A smile and a chuckle left my mouth as a memory from my childhood came back to me. Horse cock. Reminds me of growing up on the family farm… My memory was interrupted by my cubicle neighbor asking me if I was alright. I turned to her in my chair whilst underneath pushing my finger tips hard onto the fold of my jeans applying the pressure I needed on my clit. “You have a son right?” I asked “Yep, he just turned three.” she responded “Oh no, the terrible threes…” I began “What do you do to keep him in line.” “He is usually a good boy, but sometimes he needs a good spanking to remind him.” she said bluntly while turning back to her work. The questions flooded my mind… How many times do you spank him? Do you strip him naked first? Does he cry? Do you enjoy it? Have you ever made yourself cum during? ...of course, none of these questions were appropriate to ask. So I kept them to myself and focused on my seventh orgasm of the day. I hope I wasn’t squirting yet, a large damp spot would be difficult to explain. The climax came and left with a shudder. I could feel that my panties were soaking already. I was eagerly anticipating the work day to finish since the wench had promised me a date tonight. I was going to pawn off our daughter on my husband after work. He likes to act like it’s inconsiderate, but I know what he does to her when they are alone. Maybe I will set up the new high chair for him while he is out biking with her. Tempt him a little. See what he will do to her while I am gone with such a wonderful opportunity. I picked up our baby from daycare and made my way home. My husband came home as usual and got himself and Silvia ready for their daily bike ride. They were out the door with a kiss and I was left alone with my thoughts and desires. I began working on the high chair and got everything put together when the doorbell rang. There stood the wench… dressed a little different than at the Faire, but still trashy. I let her come in and gave her a very brief tour. I was wondering where we were going since she told me it was going to be a special surprise. “You ready for the adventure of a lifetime?” the wench asked me. “Sure, just let me…” I began as the wench interrupted me with a description of the night. “So this place I am taking you to is called The Bordello. The downstairs is where we are going to have all of our fun, but I have to stress the fact that this club is invite only and very secretive.” I was trying to listen and straighten out the legs of the high chair but doing both was proving more difficult that I imagined. “Just leave it.” the wench said sternly. “It’s at the height of his crotch anyways, he is probably gonna mouth fuck her anyways right?” ...That’s right, I forgot. She knows. “You better close all the blinds for him… men are pretty stupid. He’s probably not gonna think about someone watching him. He’s most likely gonna…” she trailed off as she stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth and began fisting the air in front of her. The thought of my husband fucking our baby girl’s mouth turned me on but I was getting much too engulfed in this idea of an underground club of mothers and wives. My assumption from what the wench was alluding to was that it was a kind of babysitters club or nanny group where any of the women can do anything they wished… with a few exceptions of course. We were almost out the door as I glanced back at the new high chair with a smile. The drive took us a little under an hour. We made it to a strange brick building as the sun was setting. There was nothing on the outside to advertise that there was any business here. No billboards or signs. Nothing to show that this was a dance club or a daycare or anything. We made our way inside the front door as we walked through room after room of things placed in storage. After a short while, we made it to a small stairway that let down to another door, the basement. Opening the door with a key, we went inside and knocked on another door. A small peep hole was visible and a loud creak of a metal bar sliding away was heard. This door was made of metal as well and the walls were solid concrete. As I walked inside, I noticed that the downstairs was lit very nicely but not from any windows. There were no windows down here as the large metal door closed and the bar was pushed back into place with a loud thud. There were five woman down here excluding us, all of them with cold blank stares on their faces. One woman walked up to the wench and asked, “Is this her?” I wasn’t sure if it was a rhetorical question or not as I looked down at the floor admiring the tiles. There were many many multi colored tiles decorating the floor all in random places and sizes. Most of them were about 3 feet long and about a foot wide. “I like what you done with the place…” came out of me with a smile and I was immediately hit with a wave of regret at how incredibly ridiculous I sounded. From what the wench implied, these women hurt children down here… and I just smiled and said something utterly ridiculous. “She will fit in nicely here.” was the response I received from the woman that seemed like she was in charge. I looked around to see the cold blank stares all light up with smiles. One woman actually began laughing, I wasn’t sure if I should feel better or worse. “We have one rule down here at the Bordello. Do NOT touch what is not yours. You MUST ask for permission first.” I quickly nodded my head in silence. The woman went on, “We have two scenes happening today… ONE: one of the mothers has brought her 3 year old boy who is in need of punishment. TWO: we have another newborn…” Before I could process these new words and phrases, all of the women began to cheer out loud and chant praises and gratitudes. I watched as one woman pulled the front of her dress up revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, her shaved pussy glistening briefly as her hand covered it and she began to feverishly masturbate her clit in front of everyone. Another woman went into a squat and stuck out her tongue and panted like a bitch in heat. Almost obliging, a different woman placed herself in front of her and shoved her crotch in her face. I watched as two of these “mothers” began to make out with such passion that I thought everyone had lost their mind. “What’s happening?” I quietly asked the wench. The wench had a smirk on her face and was the only one that was calm other than the woman in charge. It’s funny really, the wench looked like a trashy whore and all of the women acting like whores were dressed like normal housewives. “Every once and a while…” the wench began. “...the Matron convinces a teen mother to not get an abortion, and instead, carry the baby to term and allow her to adopt it.” It seemed like a nice thing, but for some reason, this felt incredibly ominous. “Bring out the boy!” The Matron yelled across the room in a booming voice as all of the mothers calmed themselves and looked in the direction of one of the doors. The door opened and out came a woman dressed all in latex and leather with her legs covered in a sexy fishnet. Her hair and face were covered and she came out holding something in front of her. I could hear her heels clicking along the tiles of the floor when she stumbled slightly. She stood there for a second while she stared at me. I realized at this moment that she was holding a naked 3 year old boy in front of her. By the hips. His head limp and thrown back, arms dangling, legs propped up on her hips. Our eyes met as she resumed her walk towards the table in the middle of the room. It was a very plain very large concrete slab, large enough for all of the mothers to gather around. There this mysterious woman placed her 3 year old son down on his back. We all admired this boy that was hardly moving. I stared at his tiny cock of course… no hair on him. He is going to be smooth and bare for a long time I thought. As I stared at his cock I noticed that the boy’s mother was still holding him by the hips. When she released her grip I could see black and blue dots on his body from where her finger tips dug into him. ...and then… I noticed something else… ...his mother was wearing a strap on… and the dildo… was fully embedded up and inside this small boy’s asshole. I inhaled sharply as the blood flushed my cheeks and the thrill fired straight up from the ground up my leg and right into my clit. I had a small climax right then and there when I made the realization that she was fucking her boy with a strap on. I noticed some of the other mothers shudder with pleasure as the one with the strap on began to pull out of her boy and push herself back in. Slam! Slam! Slam! All I could hear was the panting of the women around me and the sound of meat being hit over and over again. The woman in the dress actually hiked it up again and mounted herself on the corner of the concrete slab, fucking herself just as hard and in tandem with the boy’s tiny butt hole being reamed. “OHHHH Fuck, take that hard cock into your virgin Boi Pussy!” she moaned as she shuddered another climax. At this time two of the other women took off their clothes and chose corners for themselves to mount as well, followed by a third. I watched in open mouthed surprise as this tiny motionless body was being fucked and scrapped along the concrete slab, a concrete slab where all four corners were being humped by ravenous and lustful pedomoms. I looked at the wench that had a calm and relaxed smile on her face, assuring me that everything was exactly the way it should be. She moved behind me and slowly began to pleasure me from behind. I could feel one of her hands come up from behind and grab my left breast as the other went down and into the front of my jeans… my eyes never broke contact with the tiny boy’s cock flopping around as this seemingly huge dildo was violating him. When the wench’s finger tip hit my clit, I instantly came. Then another climax hit me when I realized that this little 3 year old boy’s cock began to grow. Sure, it was less than an inch in length, but it counted as an erection right? An erection he was forming from his Mommy fucking him like a common little pedoslut. My eyes moved up and examined his smooth belly, then his pink nipples… I came again knowing he was being treated like a girl. On his back, taking it… I finally looked the boy in the face… I wasn’t sure if this was all so surreal it being so unbelievable, but I swore that I recognized him. But from where? I felt the wench get her fingers inside my cunt as I felt a stronger more serious climax coming my way. Where did I recognize this boy from? From a picture maybe? That’s when it hit me. At the same time as my climax! I have seen this boy in a photograph at work! ...on my coworker’s desk… the coworker that sits… beside me… I looked up at the mother, still giving it hard to her boy. I didn’t recognize her since she was wearing a mask, but looking into her deep blue eyes I knew… It was her. I came so unbelievably hard into the wench’s hand… squirt after squirt left me as I soiled my jeans over and over again. My knees buckled a little as I felt all of the core of my jeans soaking up my lady juices. Her hand slipped out of me as she whispered into my ear to take off all of my clothes. Usually I was the dominant one, but in this situation, I was the guest, and I obliged. Now I stood completely naked as my coworker pulled out of her son’s tiny bum hole and pointed the hard dildo in my direction. I fell to my knees in a form of worship, my eyes moving over to the little boy’s gaping asshole. “I give you permission to use your mouth.” my coworker gently said to me as I crawled forward instinctively and sank my mouth around his hairless cock and ball sack. I felt him stay hard in my mouth as I rolled my tongue around in a circle. Delicious I thought. I felt my saliva escaping my mouth as it came out on both sides and ran down the inside of his thighs. This is when I felt the cold hard dildo enter me from behind. It was my coworker… now fucking my pedo cunt with the same dildo that had raped her 3 year old son’s boy pussy just moments earlier. I moaned straight into his crotch as I felt a good strong climax building up on me. At this very moment however, with the vibration of my moan, the boy began to stir and cry. Quickly, I felt the dildo leave my cunt as she stomped her way to her son and slapped him across the face. He stopped crying for a moment out of shock but then before he could resume, she had picked him up by his leg and held him upside down. Spanking him violently in mid air, I watched as his toddler butt cheek began to turn pink… then red… the blue and purple. She dropped him on the ground, him coming to a rest on his belly as she continued to beat his small hairless child bottom into submission. Finally, without lubing up the dildo, she placed herself on top of him and sank her body weight into him. Pounding him into the ground without any regard to his well being. The thought of my cunt juice lubing up his ass… being soaked up by his insides turned me on. I was slightly worried though, but then she looked up at me and spoke… “Don’t worry, he is very durable. He is used to this.” My mind raced as I thought about the picture that was on her desk. Wasn’t that from last holiday? She had to have been doing these things to him already for him to be used to this. Maybe even right after the picture was taken… or before… or… during. The picture was of them waist down. I started rubbing my clit thinking about them being naked from the waist down with his smiling face and a gaping toddler bum hole. He was barely visible under his mother. Violently fucking him into the concrete floor right above a green tile. I began to cum as I heard the Matron in a booming voice call out that it was time for the second scene. “Our new member must leave.” I heard as the wench handed me my clothes. “Why can’t I stay?” I asked the wench as she responded with “This is something that doesn’t happen very often and you will have to earn our trust before this is shared with you.” Regretfully I put on my clothes and was guided out of the building. I was visibly upset when the wench reminded me of something. “Remember at the Faire when you asked me to lie and tell your husband that my name was also Silvia? Like your daughter?” “Yeah.” I spoke remembering the agreement. The wench then continued, “Make up an excuse as to why you are home early and ask him what he did to Silvia over the weekend… I have a feeling that you will get your wish and he will tell you what he did to your baby daughter that way.” The thought did cross my mind as I got in my car with a sweet kiss from her. I knew I was on my way home to interrupt his fun, but maybe he can still succeed in making me cum hard to what he did to our 11 month old. Maybe even what he did today...
