Downstairs, the brothel was a riot of noise and life. The ground floor pulsed with loud music, bass thumping through the walls as people danced under flashing lights, their laughter and shouts blending into a wild hum.
But up here on the third floor, it was a different world—silent, reserved, like we'd slipped into a secret pocket of the night.
The opera music drifted soft and slow through the air, a haunting melody that wrapped around us, while the dim red lights hung low, casting a sultry glow over the room, painting shadows across the plush carpet and the tangled sheets.
I fucked Mrs. Elora on the bed, our bodies naked, skin sliding against skin with every move. The heat of her pressed into me, slick with sweat, her curves yielding under my weight.
"Ahhh... yeahh... ahhh..." she moaned, her voice rising and falling, raw and needy, every time I thrust my hardened dick deep inside her pussy. Her wet warmth gripped me, pulling me in, and I could feel every inner wall of her pussy around my dick, tight and trembling.
"Arghh... arghh..." I groaned back, my hips rocking steady, driving into her as the pleasure coiled tight in my gut.
Her soft boobs flattened against my chest, warm and full, their nipples brushing my skin with every thrust. I dipped my head, kissing her neck—slow, hungry kisses, my lips smooching the tender curve where her pulse raced. Then I sucked harder, tasting the salt of her, grazing her with my teeth just enough to make her gasp.
Her eyes fluttered shut, lost in the double hit of it—my mouth on her neck, my dick filling her hole below. Her hands slid to my shoulders, then one crept up to grip my neck, holding me there as she spread her legs wider, heels digging into the mattress.
It opened her up more, giving me room to keep going, to fuck her deeper, the wet slap of our bodies mixing with the opera's mournful notes.
"Arghhh... I'm gonna... ahh... cum... again... yes... more..." she moaned, her voice breaking as she chased it, her body tensing under me. Her nails dug into my skin, desperate, urging me on. I picked up the pace, thrusting harder, feeling her start to unravel.
"Arghhhhh... ahhhhh... fuck..." A shudder ripped through her, her body quaking as she hit her climax. Her legs clamped around my hips, locking me in tight, her thighs trembling against me as she arched back, spine bowing off the bed.
Her pussy pulsed around my dick, a flood of heat spilling out, and she clutched me close, riding it out with a loud, ragged cry that drowned out everything else.
"Goddamn, Ezra...ahhh.." she panted, her voice thick and shaky, her chest heaving as she melted back into the sheets, still twitching from the aftershocks.
Her hands loosened on me, sliding down my arms, and she gave me a hazy, satisfied look through half-open eyes, her lips parted in a breathless smile.
Mrs. Elora's legs fell away from my hips, trembling as they hit the bed, her chest rising and falling fast while she caught her breath.
My dick was still hard, buried inside her slick heat, and I could feel her pulsing around me, soft and wet from her orgasm.
Most clients aren't done this quick—they expect me to keep going, to take charge and push them further, dominating them with a confidence that keeps the night rolling. She'd just come, but I wasn't about to stop. Not yet.
I pulled back slow, my hands sliding down to grab her legs. With a quick twist, I flipped her over, turning her upside down onto her stomach.
"Oii..." she gasped, a little yelp of surprise slipping out. She twisted her head to look at me, blonde hair spilling across the sheets, and a wicked smile spread over her face, her eyes glinting with excitement under the red lights.
I leaned over her back, my chest brushing her skin, and dropped my voice to a low, seductive whisper right by her ear.
"I haven't cum yet, Miss... you don't want me to fuck you?" My breath grazed her neck, and I let my lips hover there, teasing.
She giggled, a soft, playful sound, and arched her back a little, pressing her ass up toward me. "Hehe... I'm all yours," she said, her voice husky but eager. "Keep rocking that inside me hole—I can take it."
I smirked, trailing kisses down her spine—slow, wet presses of my lips against her smooth, warm skin. The opera music hummed low in the background, blending with her shallow breaths.
I worked my way lower, my hands sliding to her ass, grabbing it firm and pulling it toward my face. Her ass cheeks were soft, perfectly round, and I kissed them, savoring the feel of her under my mouth. Then I pressed a deliberate kiss right on her butthole, light but bold.
"Ahmm..." she gasped, her body tensing for a second, a shiver running through her. She was shaved clean, spotless—everything about her polished and pristine. No surprise there. She came from one of the richest houses around; she'd have people keeping her flawless head to toe.
"Perfect," I muttered against her skin, my voice rough as I kneaded her ass in my hands. I pulled her up, shifting her onto all fours, her knees sinking into the mattress, her back arching just right. She steadied herself, palms pressing into the sheets, and glanced back at me with that same excited smile.
I grabbed my dick, still slick from her, and rubbed it up and down her pussy—slow, teasing strokes, brushing her lips but not sliding in yet. She squirmed, her hips wiggling as it tickled her, a little laugh breaking through her breaths. "Stop messing around and fuck me already."
"Patience," I said, grinning as I kept teasing, watching her move under me, desperate for it. The heat of her was right there, pulling me in, and I knew I'd give her what she wanted.
I lined myself up and, with a slow, deliberate push, slid my dick inside her. She was so wet that it went in smooth, no resistance, just a hot, slick glide that made my breath catch.
This position—her on all fours, ass up—felt sexier, the angle hitting different, her curves framed perfect under the red glow of the room.