Super Mom: Besieged (Chapter 9) (Patreon)

Chapter 9

Soft feminine gasps, groans, and moans filled the office. Bethanny straddled the brothel owner, riding his cock for all she was worth. Hands clutching his shoulders, the beautiful blonde bounced on his lap, hair, boobs, and butt all jiggling as her head lolled back.

“Squeeze tighter,” Haresh commanded.

Bethanny did her best, squeezing her pussy harder and harder. She already felt so tight around him. Every stroke shot insane sensations into her fluttery core to reverberate throughout her overheated body. She dug her long nails in harder, making him grimace, but she tightened her little hole, too. Both of them cried out in pleasure.

Haresh groaned, eyes shut, and both hands clamped down on her hips. He forced her all the way down his shaft. He stiffened, and seconds later she felt his cum flood her womb. And then, almost out of the blue, her insides surged into a mind-numbing eruption. Her body jolted, bucking, as her pussy pulsed with the most insane pleasure. Over and over.

“Aaaaggh,” she cried. “Oh. Oh, that was… That was intense.”

“That was very very good,” Haresh gasped. “You fuck well, Bethanny. I think you will fit in at Bawdy House very well.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said, trying to keep the sarcasm at bay. Visions of Kyle’s loving face filled her head. I’m so sorry, Kyle.

She settled down upon Haresh’s still hard cock, huffing and puffing as she slowly cooled down. Oh, she could feel that dick inside her. Impossible to not concentrate on it, but she was exhausted after first sucking him off, and then riding his cock for at least half an hour. It took him forever to come that second time. Bethanny couldn’t even remember how many times he forced her to climax.

Slanting a look over her shoulder, she stared at Max. The bouncer had remained in the room with them, watching everything. His face said he enjoyed himself, and now he wanted to enjoy some time with her. She swallowed the lump in her throat, afraid Haresh would give her to him. But then she looked past the bouncer and at the wall. The wall with the brothel’s rooms displayed, and who was renting each room.

“Put her to work, Max,” Haresh said. “We’ll let you work here the rest of the week, Bethanny. If you do well, then you can continue working here as long as you like.”

“Thank you,” she said.

She remained a little light-headed, but whatever drug Haresh used on her was wearing off quickly. Or he fucked the horny out of her. Didn’t matter. Bethanny was master of her head once again.

I’ve done too much, sank too low, to not finish what I started, she thought. I’ll have to rent a motel room after I leave here and shower for five hours before going home.

Slowly extracting herself, groaning when his still hot seed gushed out of her when she pulled off, Bethanny accepted a small towel from Max to clean up as best she could. Haresh cleaned up, as well, then pulled his pants up and headed over to the floor plans. She watched him pick up a dry marker.

Bethanny hurried over. She quickly scanned the boards and spotted Cindy’s room on the second floor. The room across the hall was empty.

“Can I have Room 27?” she asked.

“Why? Second floor rooms are very coveted,” Haresh said. “You’re a new girl.”

“It’s next to the bathroom,” she said. “I’m still pretty new to prostitution, so need to clean up after every job.”

Haresh and Max stared at her for so long, she worried she’d said something wrong. Did she betray her secret? But then Haresh wrote “Beth” in Room 27.

“Just for tonight,” he said. “Take her to her room, Max.”

Max waited for her to finished cleaning up. She was only allowed to put on her bra and panties, and he carried her dress when they left the office. Bethanny was led back out into the parlor. A quick scan failed to locate Cindy. Up the central stairs they went, and then to Room 27. Cindy’s door was closed. She could just make out feminine moans coming from within.

Max threw her dress across the back of a chair. Actually, the only chair in the room. Bethanny didn’t know what to say about the room. It was nicer than she anticipated, but with barely enough room for a queen-sized bed, straight back chair, and small chest of drawers. A bowl of condoms sat atop the chest. At least there was a small bathroom next door down. While the flooring was white tile, the walls were painted a pale pink. Posters of naked women and couples in various sex positions covered the wall.

As she expected, Max shoved her against the wall. He kissed and fondled her in a perfunctory manner, like it was just something required that he didn’t really enjoy. Then he pulled her thong to the side and thrust up into her. Yeah, he fucked her up against the wall.

Bethanny took it like a big girl. She was working in a whore house. What else did she expect? Her room door remained open, so she saw a tall, skinny Hispanic man emerge from Cindy’s room. The pretty brunette came out with him, now wearing a yellow teddy and matching heels. The pair gave her and Max a curious look, but quickly departed.

Crap. If not for this moron, I could be walking down with Cindy, starting to establish a connection.

Max finished quickly enough. He departed, allowing her to visit the bathroom and enjoy a whore bath in the sink. Feeling a little better, the blonde hurried down to the parlor. Cindy was in her spot, but chatting up a middle-aged black man. Just as Bethanny posted herself next to the other woman, Cindy and her would-be john came to an agreement. She led the old guy to the stairs and up.

Damn, that girl works fast, she thought, looking around. Bethanny guesstimated there were about forty-five women working in the parlor at that moment, no telling how many upstairs doing the deed. She counted seventeen men wandering through, looking all the girls over with hungry eyes. Four bouncers, counting Max. The bouncers stood in the four corners.

Max stood maybe ten feet away.

Two men walked past, black and Hispanic. Both looked her over with appreciative eyes, but moved on without a word. She just followed the other girls cue and smiled at them. She tried to not put too much into the smiles, not wanting anyone to actually hire her. But Max was watching her intently.

“Wow,” a tall handsome African-American said, coming to a stop before her. He was clean shaven, wearing a very nice gray suit and blue tie. He looked successful. “Hello gorgeous.”

“Heeey,” she said, heart hammering so hard she could barely hear him. “I’m… I’m Bethanny.” She glanced at Max, so close he could probably hear what she said. Dammit. “Do you want a date with me?”

She almost choked on those words. Max was definitely too close to say or do anything to dissuade him from hiring her.

“Yeah. Yeah, Bethanny,” he said absently. “I’m Mike.”

He continued to look like a kid in a candy store. Why was he so excited? As far as Mike knew, she was a whore and would sleep with anyone. Not exactly a catch. But who understood the minds, and libidos, of men?

“How much? How much do you charge for a date?”

She glanced at Max, who was watching and listening. “Fifty dollars.”

“What will you give me for that much money?”

Her face heated up. What was wrong with him? Was that his first time with a hooker? Surely every man was born the knowledge of what hookers charged and did for them in bed. Hell, as a super heroine she knew way too much already just from dealing with prostitutes and pimps.

“That’s the basic date option, Mike,” she said. Maybe just a little annoyed. “With that I give you a suck and a fuck. The date is over as soon as you come, unless you pay for more time.”

“How much does more time cost?”

“Fifty dollars.”

“Let’s do it,” he said, offering his arm.

Bethanny accepted his offer, holding tightly to his arm as they went up the stairs and to her room. Accepting her first ever prostitution job left her light-headed and queasy. She needed his arm to continue walking, much less go up the stairs. She held out her hand once inside the room. Mike put two twenties and a ten in her hand, which she stuffed into her purse.

“You can get undressed over there,” she said, pointing at the chair.

Bethanny watched him undress, while removing her bra and thong. She left her boots on. Then she crawled up onto the bed, kneeling at the foot as she waited. He stripped pretty fast, but did so staring at her naked body. Really, staring at her tits.

“Damn, you’re even prettier and sexier naked.”

“Thank you,” she said, indicating the bowl on the chest. “Will you wear a condom?”

“Only if you give me my money back.”

She was more than willing to do that. The blonde didn’t want to be paid for sex. Period. But to do so would betray the fact she wasn’t really a prostitute. No whore would fuck for free.

“Oookay,” she said, and popped her lips.

The blonde beauty got him into the bed, on his back, and then she curled up next to him. Wrapping a hand around his cock, she stroked and sucked him until he was rock hard, and then she really went down on Mike. Bobbed and sucked with all she had, trying to get him off as quickly as possible. But he stopped her short of success.

“That’s good,” he said. “I’m ready to fuck now.”

Bethanny laid beside him, spreading her legs. He didn’t mount right away. Instead, he lay beside her, hands exploring her body. He kissed, licked, and sucked on her sensitive nipples, making her gasp and jolt. Mike quickly had her panting, body trembling with suppressed desire and need. He expertly played her body to maximum effect, driving her crazy. Then he went for a kiss, forcing her to avert her face.

“Aren’t you going to make love to me?” she begged.

“I am making love to you,” he said. “As opposed to just fucking you like a whore.”

“All in all, I’d rather be fucked like a whore.”

“Is that what you really want, Bethanny Mitchell?” he asked.

That jolted her. She never gave a last name.

“D-Do I know you?”

“Yes, you do. Michael Williamson,” he said, smirking. “Company Christmas party. I work with your husband, Kyle.”

“W-W-What?”

She stared at him in horror, searching his face. Trying to remember, and then…

“You had a beard.”

“I did. I don’t anymore,” he said, grinning. “Now that we’ve established that I’m in control now, gimme some sweet lips, baby.”

Mike claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. A kiss she couldn’t deny, couldn’t resist, couldn’t do anything but push into and give her all. Bethanny’s poor mind was in chaos. She felt broken. Destroyed. Mike had absolute power over her now. He controlled her future with Kyle and the kids. She had no choice but to give him anything and everything he wanted.

And he wanted everything she had to give.

Bethanny made love to him. Gave him everything. Mike made love to every inch of her body with all the kissing, cuddling, and fondling that entailed. He took his time, but eventually slipped between her legs, and she guided his erection to her entrance.

“Tomorrow,” he said. “I want you to rent a room at the Overnight Motel near the office.” His dark eyes bore into her, as if seeing her naked soul. “You know the one. Right?”

“Yes.”

“Rent a room and text me,” he said. “I’ll spend my lunch with you. We’re going to start spending a lot of lunches together. Understand?”

“Yes.”

He thrust into her.

“Uggh! Oh God.”

She looked down between them. His massive black cock was pistoning in and out of her, getting wetter and shinier as he forced himself deeper and deeper.

“Yeah, it’s big. You’re welcome.”

Mike hammered her for the longest time. Between his incredible size and stamina, and her emotional state, her body quickly responded. She bucked and writhed, clutching at him desperately. Soon, he was balls deep inside her, his nutsack slapping her taint. Bethanny wrapped her legs around him, deliriously aroused, so needy. So desperate for anything good in the world, so latching onto those sexy sensations pulsing deep within in sync with his cock.

“Oh God. Oh my GOD!” she cried, that rise to climax consuming her. Bethanny’s back bowed up, and then her insides erupted with divine bliss. “Aaaagggh!”

Mike fucked her through that climax, and another, before he shot is load deep inside her.

“If it’s a boy, name him Michael,” he sneered.

“Okay,” she gasped, not really in control of her wits yet.

He laughed. “I’m good now. I’ll see you tomorrow for our first of many nooners,” he said. “Be well rested, because I’m going to take a little blue pill before our hook up.” He winked. “Best recreational drug ever. Am I right?”

“If you say so,” she said, starting to recover. The shame and self-loathing setting in. “Overnight Motel. Noon tomorrow.”

Mike quickly dressed, pulled her in for a long, open-mouth good-bye kiss, and left with a smirk. Bethanny knelt on the end of the bed, head down, no longer having the emotional energy to even cry. She’d fucked up so badly. Profoundly. Now her entire future was in doubt. Could she keep Mike silent with her body? What would having an affair with him do to her heart? Was that night the beginning of the end of her marriage and happiness?

She eventually pulled herself together. Getting dressed after clean up, she returned to the parlor. Still no Cindy. How busy did the men keep the girls working at Bawdy House? Well, she found out first hand. Bethanny barely had time to consider options when the next man engaged her, and she had to take him upstairs. And that was how her night went. One man after another, with little time to emotionally recover, much less physically recover from all those orgasms.

It was a hard day’s night for the beautiful blonde mother.

A redhead walked past Bethanny around three in the morning. The parlor had about ten girls working, but the men had dried up. None. The other women started to get restless. Bethanny glanced at Cindy’s empty spot. Where was she? She hadn’t seen Cindy since before Mike.

“Hey, Max, where’s Cindy?” the redhead asked. “I saw her once around eleven, and not since.”

“She got a stomach bug or something,” Max said. “Started puking, so went home about four hours ago.”

Bethanny’s jaw dropped. She endured that night for nothing? Maybe destroyed her life for nothing?