1. Skittles


    Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: sprite, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    screw-top tube in my pocket. If she’d any idea what I was carrying, she’d beg me to plug every hole, twice, for free. Can’t say the thought wasn’t tempting. That said, I was here on a case and I had a rep to uphold, even if no one but me gave half a damn. “Yeah, maybe later I’ll look you up.” Calling Ivy’s place of busines decadent wouldn’t quite capture the essence. Suffice it to say that it drew the sex obsessed like moths to a flame or, more appropriately, an addict to their drug of choice. The mansion reeked spiritually, and in some cases literally, of deviance and sex. There were acts going on, even here, in the main room that made me blush. It didn’t take much to imagine what went on behind closed doors. The clientele was almost exclusively human, while the ‘hosts and hostesses’ were, without exception, of fey bloodline; full and half-breed fairies, nymphs, satyrs, elves, even a well hung centaur or two. The crowd ebbed and flowed as I made my way through it towards the outer gardens, doing my best to ignore the looks and smiles I was attracting. While my mug wasn’t classically handsome, what with a nose that had been broke once too often and a scar on my left cheek, a memento from nasty little turd who liked hitting women a little too much, I kept fit, and I’ve found that many of the women who passed through the doors here liked guys who were a little rough around the edges. Between the front doors and the back, I’d gotten a total of three offers by dames who weren’t ...
    bad in the looks department. No accounting for taste. I was even tempted by one, a redheaded siren who’d forgotten to put on her skirt before leaving the house. I made it a rule to never mix business with pleasure. Too bad. She looked like a wild one. I watched, from the corner of my eye, as she gobbled on a pair of fairy cocks, giving me a salacious wink as she caught me watching. Damn rules. By the time I found the entrance to the rose garden, I was sporting a stiffy that wasn’t about to go away with wishful thinking or even a cold shower. And, of course, unsurprisingly, I found my way blocked by a pair of muscle bound elves whose idea of modesty was wearing matching loin clothes. “Party’s behind you,” the taller of the two minced, his arm outstretched gracefully, one carefully manicured fingertip pointing the way back into the main hall. “Not here to party, Blondie,” I said, doing my best to ignore his near twin as he scowled, recognition dawning in his clear blue eyes. “Fuck off, Chase. Mistress Ivy’s busy. Why don’t you go molest a tree?” “Rather take your sister’s virginity, although I’m sure you’ve beat me to it. Let me through. I just want a quick word with Ivy. No trouble, I promise.” “Private party. You’re not invited.” I sighed. I really hadn’t wanted any trouble with the pointy eared pricks. “How about if you let her choose. Just tell her that I’m here to pay my respects. Please?” I gritted my teeth on the last word. Nothing gave me indigestion more than having to ...
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