Brothel Night a Sex Date Story
Copyright© 2021 by Pete Fox
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - It is Brothel Night at the prep school. The teen co-eds are raising money for charity. Hannah and her friends are the escorts. Zack and his dad attend along with parents and other adults to buy the girls favors. A new story exploring the what if in a near future where teenage sex dates and a bit of incest are the norm.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction School Incest Group Sex Orgy Exhibitionism Voyeurism Big Breasts Clergy Prostitution
Bethany
Near the stairs, he found Mrs. Kamiński struggling to pull her sheer chemise back over her head. He reached out to help, catching a brief, clear look at the trim blonde landing strip between her thighs.
“Time for a quick wipe down, Mrs. K?” he asked as she smoothed the fabric over her hips.
The owner of Vanessa’s Boutique flashed a knowing smile. “Of course. And how about a stim patch?”
She didn’t reach for a wet wipe this time. Instead, she used her mouth to clean his cock before applying the cool, tingling lotion. To finish, she expertly pressed a small patch onto his lower back—the entire process took exactly six minutes. A true pro, and the oral cleaning was an unexpected, electric surprise. No words were exchanged; he simply kissed her cheek, and she gave his ass a parting pat as he hit the stairs, primed for Bethany.
He felt loose, almost hyper-aware. The tips of his fingers, his head felt magnified and hypersensitive under the influence of the patch.
Zack found the stunning blonde lying naked on the bed in 2C. She was propped up on her right elbow, watching him with predatory focus, her eyes tracking his every move. Bethany’s brilliant white smile seemed to illuminate the entire room, and his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her athletic frame ready and waiting for him.
“Beth, you’re beautiful. Did you get that tan in Santa Barbara?” He couldn’t help but notice her skin was a seamless golden bronze, lacking the pale tan lines most of the other girls sported.
“Thank you, Zack. Actually, it’s from my parents’ place in Montecito—just south of Santa Barbara, but close enough. We have a no-swimsuit rule for our pool, so my friends and I sunbathe naked almost year-round.”
Keeping his eyes locked on Beth, Zack let his kimono pool on the floor before sinking onto the edge of the bed. The stim patch on his upper back felt fresh, sharpening his focus and cutting right through the alcoholic haze of the last hour.
“So?” he asked, scooting in close and resting a hand on her curved hip, his voice dropping as he thought of the arrangement with her grandfather.
Bethany placed a palm against his chest and pressed a lingering kiss just above his right nipple. So far, the rhythm felt familiar, yet her aggressiveness set her apart from his earlier dates.
“Just do whatever you want with me. Grandpa will drop in soon,” she whispered against his skin. “He’ll join us, and before you finish, he wants to taste that beautiful cock of yours. We’ll see where things go from there.” She spoke smoothly, her hand already in his lap, rhythmically massaging his growing cock.
Zack leaned over, capturing one of her firm breasts and drawing the delicate pink nipple into his mouth. She rolled onto her back, yielding to his touch and releasing her grip on his length. He tried to shove the thought of Assistant Dean Burns to the back of his mind, focusing entirely on the vibrant girl beneath him.
It didn’t take long for the tension and her touch to bring him to a full, rigid ache against her thigh. Bethany gripped him again, using a mix of spit and the moment’s intensity. She continued with slow, deliberate movements as they lay inches apart. She partially rolled over him, pressing her breasts against his chest as their lips met. They fell into an intense tongue battle, exchanging spit while her hand never stopped its rhythmic assault—until the room’s lights suddenly went dark.
He didn’t know you could turn out the lights. Except for the glow from the bedside clock, the room was dark, the hallway lights having been extinguished along with the room. He closed his eyes, knowing what was coming next.
With her tongue at his ear, “No cameras watching now, Cindy (Mrs. Burns) took care of that, no recording.”
Zack closed his eyes as he felt a new, heavier weight on the bed.
When the lights flickered back on, they were alone again. Bethany moved over him immediately, his cock still rigid and slick. She guided him to her pussy, and he pushed into her tight, wet tunnel. She began to ride him, picking up speed with her powerful legs and the rhythm of her hips. Zack rested his palms on her perky, apple-sized breasts, and she beamed down at him as they merged in perfect rhythm.
If anyone was watching—and he assumed the feed was back on—they would see the picture-perfect scene of two beautiful teens. He felt hypersensitive from the combination of the lotion and the alcohol, which kept him relaxed but focused. Bethany worked her hips with the furious intensity of a sprinter closing in on the finish line until he suddenly let out a loud moan, stilling her movements to kiss him. She didn’t appear to have even broken a sweat.
Again, he had left his mark in a beautiful girl who, just hours before, he’d assumed didn’t even know his name. Now, Bethany was a new friend and a partner in a shadowy conspiracy involving her grandpa. She lay on top of him, his softening weight still inside her as he ran his hands over her back, taking handfuls of her ass. He did his best to push the sensory memory of the situation away, replacing it with the tangible pleasure of Bethany’s body.
“Thank you, Beth,” he whispered into her ear as her golden hair cascaded around them once more, shielding them from the camera’s view.
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