Chandra’s Travels | The Cursed Whore

Last Updated on: 1st January 2026, 11:25 pm

Dear readers, I’M BACK! My last post has been a while. Sickness, vacation, and life in general have kept me busy. But I’m back with a new adventure. Last time I told you about my wild and kinky December. Today we go again into the occulty cursed whore side of the X-Sisters Bar.

Of Curses and Cocks

The year didn’t start well for me. Somehow the bar was always empty when I took my shift, barflies suddenly had to leave, or simply hired other girls.

Undoubtedly Mel, the wise whore had sum wisdom to share like “You have good days, you have bad days. It happens.”. But it happened a LOT!!! This girl needs her regular dicking.

DANG this sucked!!!

Before long I began to suspect this was no natural occurrence. We have had visitations of ghosties and other strange stuff going on at the bar, sooo sum further research was in order.

So I hit the books, laid the tarot aaaand concluded I was cursed. You might remember that Gemmie was under a similar curse last year.

Double DANG!!!!!

Sadly I could not reach her to ask how she got out of this. So I was going to find my own way and hoped not go bonkers from being underfucked.

Quality Control at Street Whores | The Cursed Whore

While I was trying to wiggle my cute behind out of that curse I needed to focus on sumthing else, than the burning craving for sex. So I focussed more on my other duties.

One night while I was checking the bar supplies on booze I went into our bar at Street Whores. When I neared the door I heard loud moans. One of our new trainees was doing what X-Girls do best getting boinked right there in the bar.

Of course counting bottles of booze was out of the question. Maaybees I could watch and do a quality assessment thingy. Taking out my clipboard I sat a bit away, so as not to make the barfly poof. I started taking notes, while she got hammered taking the cock like a champ. Weeeell she is an X-Girl after all.

Watching all that hawt action made me REALLY horny and I soon forgot to check the boxes on my form and craved my box to be checked by a big dick.

As soon as I got home I called on sum friends to get laid, but everybody was busy or didn’t answer the fone.

FUCK!!!

So I whipped out my toys and tried to get myself off. I knew I was truly cursed when even that didn’t do anything for the burning desire between my legs.

FUCK FUCK FUUUCK!!!

This wasn’t funny anymore.

Wild Carride with Aria

Obviously I needed a distraction!

Luckily my friend Aria got herself a new fancy car. After a bit of subtle prodding “Take me along next time you go for a riiiidee!!” Finally I got a text from Aria asking “Do you wanna riiiidee my fancy new car?”

Of course, I accepted and we met at Street Whores.

Aria’s car was a sleek and smexy cabrio. Adjusting my sunglasses I sat next to her and off we went.

Aria drove at a neck-breaking speed and treated traffic rules like a gentle suggestion to be ignored. With the wind in my face and the houses breezing by I actually got distracted … for a while. We made a quick stop and watched the farm that was standing where the bar used to stand.

After cracking sum jokes about this we went on.

Of course, my cursed luck struck again. All of a sudden Aria was gone and I crashed head-on into the next building. After getting myself out through the car-shaped hole in the wall I went looking for Aria. I found her at the border to the next sim. Sumhow the powers that be in Pixelland decided she should stay, while I and the car drove on.

We got the car ready and again sped down the highway (hopefully not to hell). This time our car was gone and our cutes tushys were bouncing all over the highway. Luckily we are pretty robust. Aria was cursing and yelling like I dunno … methinks such filthy words should not cum out of such a pretty mouth … a hard dick going in that’s sumthing different.

DANG!!!

Thinking of dicks again.

Then we tried to continue our travel but every time after a bit our car just poofed. Consequently Aria is pretty mad that the roads on the mainland apparently don’t wanna be used.

I hope it wans’t me.

Steamy Party at the X-Sisters Bar | The Cursed Whore

I was cursed and it got worse!!!

Being cursed not to have sex is pretty much the worst thing that can happen to a horny girl like me. Watching others get fucked silly really is torture.

After a fun night at the club we headed back to the bar. We were joined us and as soon as the afterparty was announced more showed up.

Beer and champagne were served and the evening got even hotter as clothes went missing. Boobs were groped, dicks got sucked and kitties got stretched. Everybody got some action … except for me.

I want to fuck!

This needed to end!!

I needed divine intervention!!!

Calling upon the Patron Saint of Whores | The Cursed Whore

Luckily there is a saint for luckless whores to call upon, St Jess of the Dripping Cunny. But she is a fickle saint and can be pretty moody aaaand you don’t wanna get on her bad side.

So I prepared carefully. I gathered all the necessary ingredients and offerings.

Lindens paid, by a John

Weed, traded for a BJ

Smexy lingerie, stolen at an expensive store

Sum rounds of ammunition … not sures what for, but methinks they symbolize an orgasm

I had to “borrow” the ammo from my roomie, since I don’t own a gun. With the offerings gathered I started building the altar. After I finished my prepwork waited for the next full moon to start my ritual. Lighting the weed I presented my offerings and sang my prayer.

Saint Jess, patron of whores, hear my prayer

Please let my eyes be captivating

Make my steps have swagger

Please let my body be alluring

Make my pussy slick and let my ass be tight

Even after a 100 cocks

Please let Johns with fat wallets find their way to me

For this, I pray

Breaking the Curse | The Cursed Whore

Two nights later I was sitting all alone in the bar dressed up in my new Zatana costume since it was Uniform Tuesday. It was quite .. mean REALLY QUITE and BOOOOOOORING methinks I actually saw a tumbleweed roll by.

All of a sudden Zath walks into the bar. We sit down and start chatting. Of course, he recognized my costume immediately.

YAY!

At sum point he grinned at me and said. “I would be lying if I never had a Zatana crush.”

Winking at him I grinned back. “Well maybe we should do sumthing about that.”

Suddenly L$ hit my tipjar and Zath took my hand leading me to one of the sofas. We started kissing and groping each other. I magicked sum of my clothes away and of course, I spoke my formula backwards. Staying in character is important for all kinds of roleplay kinky ones included.

Grabbing his cock I stroked him to full hardness before impaling myself on his shaft.

GAWD that felt AWESUM!!!

I bounced wildly on his cock. Somewhere through the lusty haze, I noticed Foxy sitting on the bar watching us. This made me only more horny. I love being watched while getting boinked. We fucked wild and hard, and it felt soooo amazing. I dunno know how often I came I just remember collapsing into his arms with a HUGE grin on my lips, whispering a thankies prayer to Saint Jess.

I got a bit cocky after and tried a spell to clean myself. It did work but not as intended. I found myself getting tossed around in a washing machine. Good thing my clothing got a cleaning too.

The Power of Saint Jess

The following day we moved out of the bar and onto the beach. We had a good time and Saint Jess was watching out for me.

When Deci came to the bar he soon had all the girls out of their clothes. Feeling bold I jumped into his lap. It didn’t take long for him to carry me over to the sofa, where Jess joined us for some steamy threesum action.

He was already hard when we got him out of his clothes. Throwing me on my back he slammed his shaft into me. Jess climbed on my face and started kissing him. It had been a while since Jess and I engaged in a threesum. But we still got it, driving him wild with desire. He switched back and forth between us, fucking us like he was possessed … maybees he is .. till he covered us in his cum.

He really might be possessed since later that night he came back for more hiring Bea, Stacia, Yas, and me for an orgy in gazebo. Aaaand it got pretty orgiastic. Five hawt bodies wrapped into a moaning knot, touching, kissing, fingering, licking, thrusting.

We swapped around a lot and drained “poor” Deci of every drop of cum. It was sooo much fun.

This story has a morale for all those immoral whores out there. 😀

Eat your vitamins, swallow cum, and say your prayers to Saint Jess.

If you want to learn more about the X-Girls or want to visit me for sum fun here is your taxi.