Male Whore Houses - Would They Be Viable

Yes ladies, the famous, or is it infamous Hollywood Madame, Heidi Fleiss, has been threatening to open a male, ladies only, whorehouse, called The Stud Farm, in an existing brothel in Lincoln County, Nevada, about eighty miles north of Las Vegas, where prostitution is legal.

I’ll admit I am dubious about the viability of this or any other male prostitute enterprise.

First of all, a man needs to get hard on demand if he’s going to perform. Could he do that if his paying customer is unattractive or even ugly? As a man I can’t see it, but with the advent of the male erection drugs, maybe it’s possible. One has to wonder, however what the effects of taking Viagra every day and sometimes more than once, would have on the long term health of these pay for sex studs.

Next, I wonder how many men could service two, three, four or more horny ladies a night.

Assuming, the erstwhile Madame has all these problems worked out, and manages to fill her stable with well built attractive prostitutes, will women embrace the concept? Will they lustily flock to in droves to get their holes plugged by total strangers even if they’re hunks?

Heidi herself believes so. “I have heard from a number of women who want to be first in line when the Stud Farm opens, including some "wealthy, beautiful women in California. I could be completely wrong. I think it's going to work," Fleiss said. "If anyone can make it work, it's me. Let's face it, no one knows this business better than me."

In a survey I came across, responses were about equal. Some said hell no, while about an equal amount said fuck yes! Here are a few of their responses:

· This is stupid. Women can get sex for free. I can’t imagine any woman having to pay for sex. Not only that, but why would we incourage women to do that anyways. There’s a little thing called pregnancy and STDs. Not to imagine self respect.

· Come on now ladies! Am I seeing right? Pay for sex? Gotta be crazy. On a personal level I don’t have the need to pay for sex. Men from different walks of life approach me every day, spoilet for choice. Men are naturally DOGS. They don’t necessarily have to find a woman attractive to wanna bump & grind. You could be big, fat, skinny, pocks in the face, there’s a man out there for every woman out there. So where’s the need to go out there & pay a man? PLEASE.

· I think it’s great. My 3 girlfriends and I are all planning to take a visit to the brothel. I would like a nice looking man for an hour. We are all married in our 40’s and our husbands have gotten fat, bald and sexually predictable and boring in the bedroom. It would be nice to have a little excitement back in our lives even if it would be for only one hour.

· Girls, don’t leave yourselves on that “women feel differently about sex then men do” shelf! Fuck that. women want sex too, and if you can pay a really good looking well hung guy to do what you want and you don’t have to call or be called, do his fuckin’ laundry or all of everything else that usually is tied up in being sexual in our culture, then i say that sounds like real sexual freedom as well as equal rights.

So Ladies I leave you with this thought. What do you make of all this? Are you a hell no’er of a fuck yes’er? Would you? Would others? Let’s hear your thoughts.

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Is handsome, young Bobby Kramer a dream or a nightmare?

Thrust into her life one night, by peculiar circumstances, Loretta Bishop, seventeen years Bobby’s senior, has been tasked with taking the shy, modest pretty boy under her wing and turning him into a lady’s man.

Free spirited and sexually adventurous, Loretta is eminently qualified to teach him the elements of pursuit, seduction and how to please women.

At first, being with Bobby seems like a dream, but clouds begin to gather from Loretta’s spotty sometime sordid past. Feeling guilt after Bobby asks to marry her, Loretta is no longer able to continue and runs away.

Now, it’s up to Bobby to put the methods Loretta has taught him to practical use. Will he succeed and parlay his new talents into wealth, power and love?

EROTIC EXCERPT:

The driver spoke. “Need a ride? Hop in. Jill, why don’t you get in back with Amy?”

Jill opened the door stepped out, smiled coyly and hopped in back. I got in and before I knew it I was being taken for a ride by… “Hi, I’m Babbet but everyone calls me Baby.” Her broad smile revealed perfect white teeth. “I’ll drop my sister and her friend off at the pajama party first, then I’ll take you wherever you want.”

I chuckled. “You’re very kind.” And hot. “Excuse me for laughing but my name is Bobby. Bobby and Baby sound a little strange together.”

Baby peeled off the shoulder like had Loretta minutes before, and the tires screeched from the traction of pavement. Looking me up and down, Baby said, “I dunno, sounds kind of promising to me.”

Baby was medium height and slight of build. She had warm brown eyes behind long lashes. Her light brown hair was tied at the top of her head, giving a fountain effect, enhanced by loose ringlets framing her pretty face.

She’s coming on to me. Do something. After Jill and Amy leave. “So how old are you, Baby?”

“I’m nineteen. I’m an education major at UNLV.”

“We have something in common. I go to UNLV also—Hotel Administration.”

After dropping the partygoers off, Baby headed back in the general direction I had been hiking. “Where to?”

“My Apartment. Drive toward Sandhill. I’ll give you directions from there.”

Baby was thinking. I heard her sigh as she took a deep breath. “You don’t have to go straight home. We could go somewhere?”

I knew it, she is coming on. I couldn’t help but smile. “Like where?”

“We could get a drink,” she said, her voice quivering slightly.

“I thought you were nineteen?”

“I have ID.” She asked hopefully? “Do you want to?”

Using her term, I said, “Sounds promising, but I better get home.”

The smile on her face morphed to consternation. “So you have a girlfriend? Is that why you do don’t want to do something?”

“My girlfriend and I have an open relationship.”

“Wow! Really? What was your fight about?”

“I called her a whore?”

Baby’s lips pursed and her eyebrows dipped. “Why, is she one?”

Studying Baby, I watched for her reaction. “Not that I know of. For some reason, I was pissed because she fucked my best friend.” Baby blanched. “Sorry about the language. I have no reason to be mad, because it happened way before I met her, yet it ticked me off.”

At my direction, she turned south on Sandhill Rd. I could tell she was thinking. “So how come you didn’t want to do something with me?”

“Turn here. That’s it. Pull over.”

She pulled in and shut the engine off. Baby half-turned toward me in her seat and lifted her right leg up, resting her foot on the console. She’d made her move; now it was my turn. Obviously the girl liked me. Should I give her a go? Why not?

Baby was wearing a red bikini, a matching floral cover up and flip-flop sandals. Not much to take off. “I want to do something with you, all right. Just not get a drink.”

She turned as red as her swimsuit. Desire and apprehension fought a battle for her facial features. Taking a deep breath, obviously nervous, she squeaked, “What then?”

She knew well. She just wanted me to say it. I leaned over the console in her direction, and my hand journeyed the two feet separating us. My forefinger flittered through one of her ringlets. She closed her eyes as the back of my hand stroked her smooth cheek.

She looked down but didn’t say anything as my fingers unbuttoned the lone fastener of her cover-up. As I pulled one flap of the garment to the side, I said, “Oh, I think you know what I want to do with you.” She closed her eyes once more. I moved the other flap of the garment. “And you want me to do it. Don’t you?”

She must have been picturing what she wanted me to do to her, because with her eyes still closed, her lips began to quiver. I quietly unzipped my fly and freed my now erect penis. I bent closer to her ear and purred. “I didn’t want to waste time getting drinks.” My fingers traveled back and forth over her quivering red lips. She closed her pretty eyes and sighed, invitingly parting her lips as she did, jutting her bottom lip out slightly. My fore and middle fingers pulled the pouty lip downward, then slid across her perfect white teeth. At the same time, I took her hand and placed it on my shaft. She jerked. She opened her eyes and yearningly gazed at it. When she parted her teeth, my fingers darted in. Her lips closed around them as they moved in and out. Breathing deeply she started moving her hand up and down my erection. I smiled when I noticed the growing wet spot on her bikini bottoms. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I pulled her top up above one of her modest-sized breasts. Her perky stand-out nipple drew my mouth like a magnet. Baby groaned when my lips alighted on her nipple and began sucking.

Now slouching leaning fully against her car door, she’d draped her nice legs across the inconvenient console and my left leg. Fingers replaced my mouth on her tit so I could concentrate on her wet pussy. She stiffened as my fingers slipped under her wet suit bottom and teased her swollen clit. I whispered, “I want to take you to my apartment and remove all of your clothing so I can ravish you. I want to stick my hardness inside you. I want you. I want to fuck you. Are you ready?”

“Oh yes, please. Take me, fuck me.”