The Uncanny Brothel
My experience in a surreal brothel ends in a way that I would never have expected…
I looked around the small motel room. It was run down but quite clean. There was a double bed and a side table with a lamp that cast a dim yellow glow. I could hear the buzzing of the neon light just outside the window, flickering red through the cheesecloth curtains.
I jumped with fright as the door opened.
“Hi,” the guy smiled. “I’m James.”
“Hi, James,” I said, standing up. “I’m Laura.”
“You are so fucking hot…” he said, staring at my body as he shut the door.
I was wearing thigh-high socks, a short skirt, and a belly top. I had my hair pulled back into two pigtails.
“Is this your fantasy?” I asked.
He nodded, walking up to me. He grabbed me and pulled me close. I could smell his cologne and I could feel the bump in the front of his jeans.
James moved his hand under my skirt, cupping my mound over my lacy panties. He smiled, rubbing my pussy as his finger pressed the material between my swollen lips.
“That feels so good,” I whispered.
He slipped his hand into the top of my panties and slid two fingers between my cunt lips. A soft whimper escaped my mouth as he rubbed my nub. His breathing became more ragged. I could feel my wetness building up, the soft liquid sound growing louder.
James slipped both his hands into the top of my panties. He pulled them down slowly, all the way to my feet. I stepped out of them as he brought it to his face.
“Even the smell…” he murmured.
He grabbed my big tits through my top. I blushed as my nipples hardened and pressed through the material. He grasped the top and pulled it up, my breasts bouncing out. He grabbed each E-cup breast with a hand, sinking his fingers into my soft flesh.
“These tits are amazing,” he said.
James leaned down and plopped one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, using his fingers to tease my other areola.
“You’re making me so wet,” I said.
“Then we better do something about that,” he said as he pushed me back onto the bed.
I parted my legs, spreading my pussy like a wet pink flower as my skirt fell back to my waist. I was completely shaven. Just like he requested. James undid his trousers and climbed between my legs, his throbbing erection pointing at me.
“I’m a virgin,” I said. “And I’m not on birth control.”
He smiled. It turned him on even more.
“If you cum inside me, I’ll likely get pregnant,” I continued. “Please wear this condom.”
I watched as he rolled it over his cock. He lowered his body onto mine, pressing his tip against my labia. He pushed his pelvis forward, and I could feel his cock breaching my tight opening.
“Ooh,” I moaned, closing my eyes. “You’re big and hard.”
James grabbed my tits and sucked on my nipples. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started fucking me, his veiny shaft sliding in and out of my wet pussy.
“That feels so good,” I moaned, biting down on my bottom lip.
He started fucking me faster. I could feel his racing heartbeat while his chest rested on mine. His pelvis slamming harder with each vicious thrust.
“I’m going to cum,” he said, panting.
“Fuck me, James, fuck me as hard as you can,” I responded.
James reached between his legs and pulled the condom off. Before I knew it, he was inside me again.
Unprotected.
“James, what are you doing?” I said.
He ignored me, shoving his cock as deep into me as he could. Before I knew it, he grunted loudly. James exploded, filling my fertile womb with a stream of his hot cum. He continued fucking me, unloading every last drop of his seed inside me.
I grabbed him by the throat, and he started choking.
“Shit, halt the program!” A voice shouted.
The room was suddenly draped in bright white lights. James pulled himself from my grip. He fell to the floor, sputtering and gasping for air.
“Guys, she’s not ready for this. If she kills a customer, we’re fucked.”
James tried to pull his trousers back up as he crawled to the door in desperation. I stood up, feeling his cum gurgle out of me and run down my legs. I made my way to him, ready to snap his neck.
“Where’s the fucking programmer. This isn’t how the narrative should play out. She should only be annoyed. Not fucking kill the guy!” Logan exclaimed. “Shut her the fuck down! Now!”
“Sorry, boss, I deployed the wrong build,” Eric apologised.
Those were the last words I heard before everything went black…
“Fine, get her back to the lab. We can try another simulation once James is ready,” Logan said.
Two lab techs entered the room, and carried Laura back to the laboratory.
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