Pleasure Parlour - Episode 5

The girls opened the parlor doors at nine sharp. Red light dripped down the walls like fresh lacquer. Two clients waited, already hard in their laps. One girl took the taller man first, dropped to her knees, and rolled the condom down his length with her mouth. The rubber tasted faintly of latex and her own spit. She swallowed him until her lips met the base, throat working around him in one smooth stroke. Across the room her partner bent over the arm of the leather couch. The second man gripped her hips and drove in without preamble. Each thrust shoved her forward an inch; her nipples dragged against the cool hide. He pulled out, slapped the head of his cock against her clit twice, then slid back inside, deeper. She reached back and spread herself wider for him. The kneeling girl came up for air, strings of saliva shining from her lower lip to his shaft. She climbed onto his lap facing away, sank down in one motion, and rode him with short, grinding circles of her hips. Sweat gathered in the small of her back. The man beneath her cupped both breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples in time with her bounce. The second pair changed positions. He laid the woman flat on the rug, pushed her knees to her chest, and fucked her with long, deliberate strokes that bottomed out each time. Her cunt gripped him wetly; you could hear it. When she came she clenched so hard he had to pause, breathing through his teeth, before he could finish.