Keep Bitch City Hot [Reader x Amethyst]

Beach City has a secret club where you can have a good time. It's usually sketchy and you normally don't feel the need to go basically fuck a hooker, but you felt like giving it a try today. You glare up at the sign that hanged over the club's entrance. "Bitch City." Wow. As you walk in, the aroma of sex and sweet fragrances attacks your nostrils. The "lobby", if you will, had a calm, quiet atmosphere to it, the room's decor clearly an homage to ancient brothels. The quiet background music attempted but failed to mask the sounds of moans and pounding from within the doors. You hated yourself for it, but just this initial take-in gave you a slight erection. You approach the counter.

"Can I help you?" The receptionist lady says with a smile.

"Yeah, you most certainly can." You say in an eager tone.

"Well, we only have one hostess available right now, Amy. She's a bit on the thick side, is that fine?" She asks

"Hell yeah!" You reply

You're given the key to a room. "Room 08". You proceed down the hallway, the flurry of sultry noises and dirty pillow talk intoxicate you. You felt like you were wrong for judging this place. You finally reach your designated room. Your heart pounds as you await who your hostess is. You open the door and are greeted by a... short, purple woman. She certainly WAS thick, but... she couldn't have been an inch taller than 4 feet. She sat back on her bed, dressed in a lazy outfit of tights and an off-strap tank-top. You examined a bit closer, your softened half-chub growing a bit harder as you truly started to get a look at her. Thick thighs, quite a decent chest, and a pretty cute face, especially with those thick lips of hers.

"Sup, dude?" Amy, you presume, greets. Her eyes closed as she appeared to have been napping.

"Uhh... Hi!" You respond, still analyzing her body. "So, how much do you charge? I never got told."

"Eh..." She shrugs. "Ten."

"Thousand?!" You immediately assume.

"What? No, Ten dollars." She reassures, finally opening her eyes.

"Wait, hold up. There has to be a catch." You say, chalking up the situation as too good to be true. "Do you have any... diseases?"

"That's a rude second question, dude." She says smugly. "No, I don't"

"Are you a man?" You ask, the checklist in your mind going down.

"I can be whatever you want, baby." She says, her purring voice winning you over instantly. You drop the mental checklist. Fuck it, she's really hot.

You walk in a bit more, closing the door behind you and locking it. You turn your gaze back at the woman, who had gotten on her knees, slowly inching to the end of the bed. You got a decent look at her cleavage and while the rest of her body was a little fat, it was curvy enough to just make her look even better. You decided to take initiative and remove your pants, dropping them to your ankles as the outline of your rock-hard shaft pressed up against your tightened undergarments. Amy opens her mouth in a slightly intrigued "Oh" shape as she eyes your concealed member. She leans over the foot of the bed, pressing her nose against the bump in your shorts. Just that bit of contact made it twitch, something she clearly felt if her giggle was anything to go by. She reached over and pulled down the elastic band of your underwear, causing your dick to fling up, accidentally bopping her against her nose.

"Sorry." You say meekly

"It's cool, bro." She responds, bopping the tip of your cock with her nose in return. "You gonna get on the bed, or are you gonna stand? Cause that'd be funny to watch."

What the hell was that supposed to mean? You defiantly put your hands on your hips, non-verbally communicating your answer. She looks up with smug, piercing bedroom eyes before running her lips up and down the broadness of your cock. You could feel her kiss drag against your skin, her tongue teasingly poking at the side. You stand strong, it getting increasingly hard to not succumb to the pleasure that you were receiving. She switches her lips for her tongue, giving broad strokes from the base to the tip of your cock. She particularly focused on the underside, giving you an impression of being even bigger than you are. For the only hostess left without a client, she sure as fuck knew what she was doing. She opened her eyes, looking up at you, making you feel like such a man. Fuck, your expression is curled into a weird face of pleasure.

"You sure, you don't want to get on the bed, baby?" She said with a taunting chuckle.

You puff your cheeks and shake your head. She gives a soft shrug before taking the whole thing in her mouth. You were surprised to see that within a few strokes she had made it down to the base. It felt so good, every little bit of her past her lips seemed to be working to pleasure you, even her throat was welcoming as your tip dragged against it. Does this chick just not have a gag reflex? Your legs wobble and your knees weaken. You put your hands against her head weakly for support. She gives another enticing look before speeding up. You can't handle it.

"Wait, Amy-" Your fingers grip her hair tight as your cock pumps out a thick warm load down her throat. She remained unmoved, not only taking every single ounce of your cum, but her tongue and lips working harder to squeeze more out.

She pulls herself off your cock agonizingly slow, her lips dragging across your tender shaft. She reaches your tip, lagging for a bit and teasingly running her tongue in circles around it. Her lips plant a sloppy kiss on your tip before she pulls back, a string of saliva and cum tethering her to your member. Her mouth was absolutely splattered with a film of spit and cum and your erection refused to die down as she refused to wipe it off.

"Fuck!... That was WORTH ten thousand." You manage to urge out.

She laughs softly before sitting tall on her knees. She moves you closer, your cock grazing her tight donning thighs, making you feel fuzzy. She carefully grabs your hands and runs them up her side for you from her hips up to her delicious breasts. She urges you to give them a good squeeze, so you obey.

"Do you want more?" She speaks into your ear in her most seductive tone yet. Your cock was still as hard as it was when you got here. Fuck it, she's offering.

You respond by moving your hands to her shoulders, much to her surprise. You swiftly lower her shirt's straps down to her elbows. She catches on and flashes you a seductive smile before moving her arms, allowing you to move her shirt down to her waist, exposing her bra-supported breasts. You surprise her with a deep kiss. She reciprocated with just as much enthusiasm, both of your tongues dancing inside her mouth. The grossness of the prospect of her mouth being coated in her saliva and your cum was overshadowed by the fucking hotness of the prospect of her mouth being coated in her saliva and your cum. With little effort, her bra comes off, letting her breasts, much larger than they seemed before, fall loose. Your hands move to caress them. You pull away from the kiss to wrap your lips around one of her tits. She finally lets out some sounds of her own as your tongue circles her nipple. The mere sexiness of the situation makes you spout profane outcries as you kiss and lick between her breasts. Your hand slinks its way down her tights, playing around her panties. You tease her through them, coaxing a few more moans and whimpers from her. You finally slip your hand in, your fingers dancing in a melting-hot wetness. She claws at your upper back, clearly in a world of pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel like you're ready." You say casually.

"It's ready for you, baby." She responds with a few gasps.

Your primal desires take over as you physically tear her tights and panties aside. Arousingly, Amy doesn't protest this, she merely giggles. You eagerly align yourself with her before giving it a good, but shallow thrust. Her warmth was surprisingly wide and accepting. You grunt out of sheer pleasure in tandems with her cry. She claws at the sheets beside her and arches her back.

"Oh, fuck!" She yelps.

There's no room for gentle natures. There's no room for taking it slow. Your hips begin thrusting vigorously hard and balls deep. The sound of the bed creaking, Amy's sweet vocalizations and the rhythmic thumping of your balls against her fat ass join together in the symphony that was the sounds of the club. A Deep purple blush cast itself all around her face, the only spots safe from this were those covered in fluids from a few minutes ago. You lay closer, your thrusts just as fast and deep as before but now they're pumped in the welcoming embrace of this woman. You bury your face into her soft white hair, your ears now front and center for her delicious gasps, moans, and little whimpers. Your body presses and rubs against her soft, fatty figure. All these sounds, all these scents, all this warmth. You almost black out as your cock starts throbbing, another orgasm squeezed out by this goddess. You feel her thick thighs wrap around you as you spurt out pump after thick, viscous pump of your sticky white fluid. Your balls are coated in another concoction of her sweet juices and your thick semen. You pull out, unbelievably limp. Fuck, you need a break.

"I need to give you another Ten for that." You voice.

"Nah, you got that one for free." She said shrugging. She paused and looked down at herself, her face expressing a hint of sadness. "It was that good, huh?" She asked, surprisingly sincerely. Her eyes watering up a little.

"Amazing, Amy..." You say, plopping down against her once more.

She shudders a little and you felt her face turn away from yours. You return her embrace from before and comfortingly bury your face into her hair once more, inhaling deeply as her scent drives you insane. She holds you as tight as your arms hold her. Her deep breaths now outmatching the soundtrack of sex from the adjacent rooms.

"So I'm finally good enough..."