The Best Little Whorehouse II: Virgins in the Whorehouse!
Copyright© 2024 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - A sequel to The Best Little Whorehouse, some of the same flavorful characters are back in this action-packed thriller. A high-stakes poker game with a $100,000 buy-in will determine who will get to take a new girl's virginity! Will there be cheating? Subterfuge? Sextuplets? You bet, literally, Mr. Horse once again delivers extraordinary, non-stop sexual adventures for his high-rolling clientele.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Mind Control Romantic Fiction Humor Workplace Light Bond Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Prostitution
The Ambassador slept late, exhausted from deflowering two women the night before. When he awoke, he smelled coffee and sat up, wondering what the hell was ... and then he saw her.
Trish was seated in a chair in the corner of his bedroom. She was dressed. She was smiling. And next to her were two cups of steaming coffee.
“I hope you don’t mind. I made a cup for both of us.” She brought it over to the bed.
“Thank you.”
She went back over and sat down.
“May I ask a favor?”
The Ambassador hoped that it wasn’t going to be an encore of last night because his cock was still sore. He nodded.
“I’d like to go back to California and finish my schooling. I only have one semester left. When I’m finished, I’d like to come back here, if that’s okay with you. I’m a chemistry major, and while that might not...” she was cut off.
“Chemistry major?”
“Yes, that’s my major and a minor in business. I know that has nothing to do with what goes on here, but...” She saw that the Ambassador wanted to speak, so she stopped talking.
“Actually,” looking down at his watch, “you’d be surprised at how much Chemistry could be useful here.”
“Really?”
“Really. Go back, finish your schooling, and then when you have graduated, we’ll hire you. Miss Ellie will be in touch with all the details.”
There was something now that Trish wanted to say.
“Go ahead,” encouraged the Ambassador.
“Well ... when I come back ... regardless of what job you give me, can I ... will I be able to see you ... again?”
He saw the color go to her cheeks.
“Yes, darlin’. If that is what you want.”
She came over to the bed, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, and then pulled away, smiled, and left the residence.
Ambassador Horse took a sip of his coffee and then broke into a rousing, but a lousy, rendition of “Oh What a Beautiful Morning”.
