Chapter 47

Femme Fatale KENZIE

Available 6/15-7/5

It’s a pleasure to introduce myself, I’m Kenzie.

My journey through life’s complexities has led me to embrace the full spectrum of pleasure and companionship at Happy Ending Ranch here in Flagstone, Nevada. Hailing from the vibrant city of Bayamón, Puerto Rico, I bring the warmth and spirited energy of my homeland to every encounter. Let’s weave a narrative of unforgettable moments, where each experience is steeped in genuine connection and mutual delight.

My soul dances to the rhythm of life’s enchanting melodies and finds peace in the serene murmur of nature’s breath. I am a connoisseur of the arts, an explorer of the unknown, and a storyteller at heart, with a penchant for the thrilling twists of suspense cinema. My intellectual curiosity leads me through thought-provoking dialogues and into the realms of fantasy and reality alike.

Health and vitality form the cornerstone of my ethos. I balance the vitality of dance with the grounding practice of yoga, complemented by the tranquility of meditation. My life is a symphony of moderation and indulgence, always aiming to spread positivity.

Nature’s embrace is where I find my sanctuary, especially amidst the lush landscapes and serene beaches of my homeland. My wanderlust has taken me to the world’s hidden corners, where I’ve savored the essence of each locale, from its cuisine to its history. Travel is the pulse of my life, sparking conversations about journeys past and dreams of adventures yet to come.

Services offered:

Tropical GFE: Immerse in the warm embrace of intimacy, where our shared moments resonate with the joy of companionship and the thrill of heartfelt connection. Rediscover the excitement of anticipation and the comfort of genuine affection.

Island Sensuality: Unveil your desires under my nurturing guidance. Whether venturing into realms of pleasure for the first time or rekindling your sensual flame, I’m here to lead the way with empathy, celebrating every discovery.

Couple’s Oasis: Abscond with me into the realm of shared fantasies, where each desire is explored with care and respect. Our time together becomes a harmonious passion, reflecting the unique bond you and your partner share.

Fetish Fiesta: Embrace the spectrum of your desires in a space where kinks are celebrated and curiosity is king. From the playful to the profound, I provide a haven for your erotic explorations.

Gentle Dominance: Surrender to the exhilarating dance of submission, where pleasure and control intertwine, guiding you to unexplored heights of ecstasy in a tender yet commanding embrace.

Sensual Revival: Rekindle your essence, enhancing your confidence, as we craft a journey that enriches your life with renewed pleasures.

Caribbean Caress: Escape into a world of tranquility with a therapeutic massage that blends island rhythms with Tantric techniques, creating a sanctuary of peace.

Each adventure with me is a passage to an exceptional experience, leaving you with a profound sense of rejuvenation that lingers, reminding you of our shared moments of togetherness long after our journey ends.

-Kenzie

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My Hair: Black, reflecting the depth of the night.

My Eye Color: Black, mirroring the mystery of the Caribbean abyss.

My Height: 5’7”, a silhouette of grace and presence.

My Birthplace and Birthday: Bayamón, Puerto Rico, Gemini.

My Measurements: 34C, 26, 36

Favorite Retreat: The secluded beaches and mystical forests of Puerto Rico.

My Ideal Companion: A gentleman who shares my love for adventure, culture, and life’s spontaneous rhythms.

My Erotic Dream: A moonlit rendezvous in a hidden rainforest, where the whispers of nature heighten our passionate union.

My Sanctuary: A cozy haven where the dance of serenity creates an enchanting backdrop for our shared adventures.

My Must-See Film: Engaging thrillers and mysteries that challenge and enthrall.

My Playlist: An eclectic mix of salsa’s fiery beats, reggaeton’s rhythmic pulse, and soul-stirring melodies that set the tempo for our escapades.

My Culinary Delight: A tapestry of tastes where spicy, sweet, and savory converge, creating a epicurean delight that tantalizes the senses and transports the soul.

My Favorite Drink: Craft cocktails with a twist, where the artistry of mixology meets the freshness of local ingredients, creating a symphony of flavor.

My Hobbies: Echoing the diversity of my playlist, my interests range widely. I cultivate gardens, weave patterns in knitting, create art, devour literature, traverse the globe, hike trails, ride the ocean waves, craft stories, flow through yoga poses, immerse in video games, and excel in equestrian pursuits.

In the tapestry of our time together, you’ll find threads of serenity woven alongside those of excitement. Allow me to be your guide on a journey of self-discovery as we explore the hidden corners of your desires and the vast landscapes of your dreams. With each step, you’ll find yourself growing more attuned to your own nature, empowered by the knowledge that you are truly seen and celebrated.

Our connection will be a catalyst for personal transformation, a reminder that life’s greatest pleasures often lie in the unexpected. As you return to your daily life, you’ll carry with you a newfound confidence and a zest for living that will color your world in vibrant hues. And should you ever find yourself longing for another escape, know that I’ll be here at Happy Ending Ranch, ready to welcome you back into my bed with open arms.

Kenzie had no idea what her eyes were saying, but his spoke volumes. Within their depths, she discerned an unfathomable darkness and an insatiable hunger. From the moment their GFE began twenty minutes ago, she had witnessed these emotions intensifying, simmering beneath the restrained demeanor he exhibited, even during kisses so passionate that she couldn’t remain still. Kenzie should have known, should have seen it coming, and yet, when she tipped her head back, lips parted in a silent beckoning, the hunger erupted in a frenzy of need and desire. Gone was the suave gentleman, replaced by a man possessed, driven by a craving that wouldn’t be sated until he had claimed every inch of her.

With a single, determined step, he stood before her, towering and resolute. His left hand plunged into her hair, fingers combing through the saturated locks as water from the shower poured over him, drenching her face and chest in a deluge as he claimed her with an unyielding grip.

“Careful with your teeth,” Lucas Morrison said, his voice low and commanding as he took hold of his cock, its size dwarfing even his large right hand. Kenzie had just enough time to prepare, folding her lips over her teeth before he eased into her mouth. His movement was slow, more a steady push than a thrust, yet it went deep enough to make her gag as it hit her throat’s back.

Her hands snapped up in the narrow shower stall, seeking his hips, but he was in the process of pulling away.

“Loosen your throat. You can breathe. Do as I say. Just let go. Good girl.”

The instinct to retreat was immediate, but years at the ranch had trained Kenzie to ignore such impulses. His secure hold on her head kept her in place, exactly where he wanted her, exactly where she was being paid extra to be wanted. She softened her throat, relaxed her jaw, and closed her eyes, giving in to the act of being possessed, used in the most debasing and objectifying way. Lucas was not merely a man; he was the brothel’s most faithful patron, and of her ardent regulars.

“Look at me,” he ordered, growling.

She lifted her eyelids, locking onto the intense expression on his face while he thrust into her accommodating mouth. Each penetration varied, from rapid and superficial to deliberate and deep, occasionally going so far back that breathing became an impossibility. It was pure determination that fended off the encroaching panic as Lucas anchored Kenzie in place, her mouth skewered, her throat tight, and head throbbing with pressure.

“Fuck, yes,” he said, pulling out. “Breathe. Deep breath. Hold it.”

Then he surged forward again, burying himself to the hilt. So intensely that Kenzie felt a surge of desire ripple through her core. Without warning, he let go of her head. Clasping his hands behind him, he attempted to step away, but deprived of his presence, she pursued him. Now it was Kenzie’s turn, eagerly impaling her mouth on his shaft. Devouring and tasting, she enveloped his length and testicles with her mouth, her hands exploring as her lips and tongue navigated every contour, every vein.

Lucas began to fuck again, gentle at first, with merely a small segment of his length slipping in and out of her lips. “You’ve always been top-notch at this,” he commended. Accelerating his pace, he penetrated with greater force and depth. “One of the fucking best.”

His breathing quickened, and his hands, gripping the sides of her head and tangled in her damp hair, tightened. His hips started to thrust erratically, the muscles in his buttocks tensing, signaling his climax’s approach.

“Now,” he growled, and she endeavored to match his timing. Although slightly off, the initial hot, salty burst hit her tongue, followed by a relentless onslaught. Kenzie transitioned from sucking to swallowing, managing to consume every drop, a feat she took pride in, particularly with a trusted, recurring monger like Lucas.

His cock began to relax as he finally withdrew from her mouth. Sperm trickled down her lips, with sticky strands hanging from her chin, yet her tongue was clear, a detail she eagerly displayed once he pulled away.

Looking down at Kenzie, Lucas lost his composure first to a smile, and then to a laugh. “Oh, man. Wow.” He stroked heavy clumps of hair away from her wet face. “That’s always worth the extra two-hundred dollars.”

A look of blissful satisfaction crossed Kenzie’s face as she gathered the cum in her hand, savoring its taste with gentle, eager laps of her tongue.

Tony Spaeth strode into Tom Bradley’s office without knocking, his presence commanding respect despite his lean, wiry frame. His well-trimmed mustache and cold, calculating eyes gave him the air of a man accustomed to bending circumstances to his will. Spaeth’s charm served as a carefully polished veneer, concealing the ruthless nature of his ambitions. He was always poised to pounce on those who strayed from his strict, albeit warped, interpretation of the law.

“Sheriff Spaeth.” Tom Bradley acknowledged the man, his tone cordial yet guarded. Seated behind his cluttered desk, Bradley appeared the antithesis of Spaeth’s calculated composure. His office, adorned with pictures of local landmarks and a detailed map of Flagstone, reflected the town’s rich history and Bradley’s deep-rooted commitment to the community he served. Despite his overweight build and ruddy complexion, Bradley exuded a warmth that filled the room, though his smile was tempered by the wariness Spaeth’s visit instilled. The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, a familiar dance of power and manipulation. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Spaeth didn’t bother with pleasantries. He leaned forward, hands flat on Bradley’s desk, his voice low but insistent. “It’s time we did something about Happy Ending Ranch, Mayor. With Colt McCarron out of the picture, that place is running under the watchful guise of one of the no-good, two-bit sluts who work there.” He glanced at his paperwork. “Lindsay Anastacio, a twenty-one-year-old, and probably coked-up to her eyeballs. I have concerns about her ability to run the business effectively and legally.”

Bradley leaned back in his chair, folding his hands on the desk as he regarded Spaeth with a measured gaze. “Sheriff, the ranch brings in a significant amount of tourism and revenue to our town. It’s been a stable establishment for years, even decades. Miss Anastacio has been a huge part of its success dating back pre-pandemic.”

Spaeth’s snort was almost a snarl, his upper lip curling back to reveal a glimpse of teeth. “Success?” He spat the word out as if it were poison on his tongue. “Is that what you call ringing a proverbial dinner bell and welcoming the dregs of society to congregate in our town?”

He crept closer, his eyes flashing with a zealous fire. “McCarron, that piece of shit, his absence is a blessing in disguise. It’s an opportunity to finally rid Flagstone of the stain that is Happy Ending Ranch. We can shut it down, start fresh, and rebuild our town’s reputation. No more will we be known as a haven for debauchery and vice.”

“Think about it, Tom.” Spaeth’s voice dropped to a fervent whisper. “A new beginning for Flagstone, a chance to attract respectable businesses and families. All we have to do is eradicate the cancer that is the whorehouse, and we can usher in a new era of morality.”

Bradley’s smile faded, his eyes hardening as they locked with Spaeth’s fierce stare. “I hear your concerns, Sheriff, but let’s not forget the bigger picture here.” He gestured to the map of Flagstone on the wall, his finger tracing the highways leading into town. “The bordello brings in a steady stream of visitors, people who spend their money at our local businesses, restaurants, and the hotel.”

He tapped his desk for emphasis, his voice steady but firm. “That revenue keeps Flagstone from becoming just another name on a map of forgotten Nevada towns. Without the bordello, without the tourism it attracts, what would become of us? Tumbleweeds blowing down Gold Street? Boarded-up windows and empty storefronts?”