Daddy's Rich Enemy

by Katie Ford

  On the one hand, I could refuse. I could say again that I was a cocktail waitress, hired only to serve drinks. For sure, I’d be booted back downstairs and fired immediately.

  On the other, I could say yes. I could prance a little, wiggle my ass and then this gorgeous man would pay me. And after it was all over, I could go downstairs and keep my job, complete with big tips.

  The choice was clear. Actually, it wasn’t even a choice. If I wanted to stay in school, if I wanted to keep going to college, I was going to have to dance. Tuition was due next week, the fifteen thousand dollar statement taunting me from the top of my dresser.

  So I took a deep breath.

  “How much are you offering?”

  The big man smiled wolfishly then.

  “How much do you need?”

  I decided to go for it.

  “More than what you got there,” I purred. “Lots more.”

  His eyebrows rose, amused.

  “Try me,” he growled. “I’m a rich man.”

  I took another deep breath.

  “Fifteen thousand. I need fifteen thousand to dance, otherwise it’s not worth my time.”

  As soon as the words came out, I regretted them. The truth was that I’d dance for a lot less, maybe two hundred, three hundred bucks. Even one hundred was a lot to me, I could buy books, maybe pay my electricity bill which was currently four months late.

  But Mr. Channing didn’t hesitate. He flicked open the money clip and began counting, shuffling the cash until fifteen green ones were lined up on the table.

  “There you go,” he rumbled. “Fifteen g’s, isn’t that what you wanted?”

  My eyes almost shot out of my head. Oh my god. Those weren’t twenties, they weren’t even one hundred dollar bills. They were thousand dollar bills, and now there were fifteen of them lined up on the glass table, beckoning to me, almost calling my name. Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, the money chanted. You need us.

  Taking a deep breath, I met Mr. Channing’s eyes.

  “You promise?” I breathed. “You promise those are mine if I dance for you?”

  He nodded nonchalantly.

  “It’s all yours. Make this big boy happy and it’s all yours.”

  Suddenly, I realized what he meant by dance. Everything clicked into place like puzzle pieces fitting together. Because sure, Grayson wanted me to gyrate around this space, to shimmy and wiggle. But no man pays fifteen thousand to see a curvy girl prance around. The money was to get him hot and bothered, to make him aroused until he spurted.

  I swallowed thickly, meeting those blue eyes. But there was no mercy, the alpha knew what he wanted and stared right back, capturing my gaze.

  “The choice is yours,” he rumbled.

  I flushed again, boobs vibrating. Because again, there were no options. With so much money on the table, I could buy my freedom for a semester, pay my tuition in full, but god knows what would happen after that.

  A thrill ran through my soul, making me start. Because deep inside, I wanted to, I wanted to let go and experiment. Despite his reputation as an asshole who fucked women over, Grayson Channing was as good-looking as sin. That big body was huge, looming and muscled, perfectly symmetrical. As I watched, his nostrils flared slightly and suddenly I realized that he was attracted to me too. Sure, he wasn’t busting out yet, that cock was still in his pants, but this alpha was drawn to me on a much more basic level. He liked my curves, they were sassy and sexy to him, and that’s what pushed me over the edge. All my doubts evaporated because I wanted to feel sexy and desirable. I wanted to dance, and the money was just a cherry on top.

  So I took a deep breath.

  “I’ll do it,” I murmured, boobs rising and falling softly. “But don’t you want some music?”

  He shook his head.

  “Naw, I’m sure you have the music inside of you. Or just dance to the music from the club,” he rumbled.

  That was true, I could hear the thump of the drumbeat through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

  “Okay,” I nodded. “But can’t those folks see me below? Should I pull the curtains or something?”

  Grayson smiled wolfishly. He flicked his wrist, and suddenly the windows went dark, leaving just the two of us in the privacy of the room.

  “They couldn’t see you to begin with,” he rasped. “These are one-way glass windows. But you better start baby girl, because I’m not waiting.”

  I was stock still for a moment. That deep voice was commanding, making me tremble, making me melt at the very sound. And slowly swaying my hips, our eye contact electric, I began to dance.

  Oh god, this was so wrong. I’m usually a wallflower, the girl leftover in the corner, drinking punch by herself. So I’m not at good at moving to the music, it’s not like I have a ton of practice or know what I’m doing.

  But somehow with Grayson, it didn’t matter. Somehow all that mattered was that this man’s eyes were on me, that he found me desirable, and that we’d entered into a transaction that titillated. I wanted to be sexy, I wanted him to want me, and slowly, I moaned.

  “Mmmm,” came the soft mewl. “Mmm.”

  The alpha’s blue eyes were glued to my curves.

  “Keep going,” he growled. “Keep going, baby girl.”

  I shimmed to the left, then went to the right, twirling my hips sensuously. Was this the way to do it? A momentary shaft of panic coursed through my body. Maybe he didn’t like it, maybe I really was the fat girl acting like a clown. Maybe I was going to be humiliated later on, same as always.

  But the big man merely looked at me hungrily, devouring my curves with those eyes.

  “Keep going,” he rumbled. “Keep going.”

  And my courage surged back then, flooding me with confidence. Oh yeah, the alpha wanted it. This billionaire, who could get any woman he wanted, was currently in the room with me, male body rock hard with anticipation.

  I smiled at him sweetly.

  “Good,” I murmured. “Because you’re gonna get it big boy.”

  And with that, I let my internal rhythm take over. Closing my eyes, I began swaying, working my shoulders, taking small steps. Slowly, I ran my hands up and down over my body sensuously, cupping my breasts, stroking my hips.

  “Mmm,” I purred. “Mmmm.”

  But I wasn’t done yet. My palms rose until they squeezed my tits, those huge pendulous Double Ds, and I stroked the flesh sensuously.

  “Daddy want to see?” I purred again. “Daddy want?”

  The answer was instantaneous.

  “Fuck yeah,” Grayson rumbled. “Fuck yeah, give me a look.”

  Giggling a little, I pulled down on my décolletage, letting my right boob spill out. Holy shit, was I really doing this? Was I really taking off my clothes in front of a man, dancing seductively for him? Was I really here with Grayson Channing, King of the Strip, baring my boobies for him to see?

  But the answer was a resounding yes. Because I wanted it. The way his eyes were glued to my tits felt good, the way his mouth literally dropped open with hunger. My pink crest was hard, stiff and aching, and I plucked at it teasingly.

  “Daddy like?” I cooed. “Daddy like?”

  The big man’s only answer was to swallow thickly.

  “Fuck,” came his grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  I squeezed and massaged my breast even more, leaning forward so it dangled appetizingly.

  “Oh look,” I giggled once more. “My tit’s moving in time to the music.”

  And it was true. My big boobs were swinging to the left, and then to the right, like they could hear the sensuous samba playing outside.

  But I wasn’t done yet because with a quick flick of my wrist, I popped my other breast out, this time both gazongas hanging pendulously.

  “Mmm,” I purred. “Look Daddy, look how stiff I am for you.”

  And rolling my nipples between my fingers, I demonstrated, corkscrewing off the tips with audible pops.

  “Oooh! So hard, just for you.”

>   By now, Grayson had his dick out. Oh yeah, he’d pulled his stiffie free and it waved in the air, beckoning to me. I danced over, pausing before him while taking a deep breath, eyes wide. Because holy smokes, that pole was huge. I’ve only seen male cock on my laptop screen, but Grayson had a rod that was like a porn star. Ten inches with the tip glistening wet, it quivered in the air, pointing straight at me.

  “Daddy,” I murmured. “Is that really …?”

  “It is,” he rasped. “It’s all for kitten.”

  I cooed again.

  “But I’m not sure,” I whispered. “This is just supposed to be dancing.”

  He muttered thickly.

  “You’ll be dancing,” he replied. “Dancing on my dick that is.”

  And with that, all my defenses caved. Because yeah, I was acting like a ho. I was getting paid to have sex with this man, this incredibly attractive, powerful man, and it should have left me cold. It should have left me shuddering in my shoes, trading my pussy for cash.

  But instead, I wanted it. I’m a wallflower, a curvy girl who’s a virgin still, and I wanted to feel his pole deep inside, to have it breach my innermost parts. I wanted to feel a man in me solid and hard, owning my female form. So taking a deep breath, I met his eyes again.

  “Are you sure, big boy?” I murmured. “Maybe I’m more than you can handle.”

  “Oh fuck yeah, I’m sure,” he ground out, eyes glued to my curves, that fuckrod literally shaking with lust, desperate to be in me. “Fuck yeah.”

  And with that, he grabbed my curvy form, pulling my ass onto his lap. Relaxing for a moment, I sighed because it felt so good to be there. Grayson is at least twice my size, and sitting on his lap made me feel positively tiny by comparison. I cooed for a moment, leaning against the hard wall of his chest, those strong arms holding me close.

  “Oh,” came my tiny murmur. “Oh.”

  But this was an aroused male, hard, hot and hungry, and there was no way to deny the hard flesh that pressed into my butt from behind. Was that huge iron rod really his dick? Oh yeah, it had to be. So I wiggled a little, cooing again.

  “What next Daddy? What comes next?”

  Grayson didn’t answer. Instead, a big hand trailed down my thigh, sampling the creamy flesh there.

  “Shit, this is exactly how I like it,” he rasped. “There’s so much of you, it’s fucking beautiful.”

  And heat coursed through my veins. Because yeah, my legs are thick and heavy, and this was the first time I’d heard a man compliment them. It only made my pussy moisten, practically dripping now. I mewled again, leaning back.

  “Here Daddy,” I whispered. “Touch me here.”

  And like a slut, I took that big hand in mine, guiding his hand so that it traced my knee. Oh yeah, one inch, then two inches, he came closer and closer to my pussy until the steam hit his hand, cunt emanating hot wetness.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned, throwing my head back so that it lolled on his broad shoulder. “Mmmm.”

  But Grayson didn’t need guidance now. Slowly, that big hand moved upwards on its own until with the lightest of touches, he grazed my sweetly steaming folds.

  “Aw fuck baby, you’re fucking drenched,” he grunted. “You’re fucking sopping.”

  I mewled again, writhing sensuously in his lap.

  “You make me that way,” I purred. “It’s all you.”

  And with that, Grayson was on it. His hand lightly traced my nether lips, tantalizing me, sampling the soft, puffy flesh and I cried out, delighted.

  “Oh yes Daddy! There, there!”

  The alpha growled below me.

  “Oh there’s more, baby girl, there’s more.”

  With big fingers, he reached down and pulled my pussy lips apart. The billionaire didn’t do more for a second, just looking down my body at that wet cunt. I admit, it was an amazing sight. My legs were spread, one knee hooked over each of his, dress bunched up to my waist. But even more, the hotel magnate had spread my pink pussy to the max. Each labia was pulled wide, my insides bared, glistening wetly.

  “Fuck you’re beautiful,” came his voice deep in my ear. “Absolutely delectable.”

  I mewled again, squirming.

  “Then touch it Daddy,” I breathed. “Touch it.”

  And Grayson helped himself to the feast. One big finger traced down my labia, playing with my hole before tracing back up the other side, sampling my goodness. He dipped once more to the bottom of my slit, catching the juices there before lifting his fingers. And sure enough, those big digits digits dripped with creamy fluid, proof of my arousal.

  “Fuck you really want it, don’t you?” he ground out. “You really want it. You’re such a slut.”

  I was helpless now. I’ve never been in close quarters with a man, much less letting a man touch my private parts. My pussy sizzled hotly, making me writhe and mewl. Holy shit, this was amazing, no one had ever told me making love could be like this. Spreadeagle in a man’s lap, letting him stroke my folds? Yes, please, I was a slut and more.

  But Grayson wasn’t done yet. Because the man knows how to work a female body and slowly, one hand began teasing my nub. My clit can get huge when I’m aroused, and now was no exception. Two inches long, it stood up straight, waving, practically begging Grayson to play.

  “Mmm, my dirty baby likes having her cunt stroked, doesn’t she?” he growled deep in my ear. “Dirty whores have dirty cunts.”

  The words made me shiver deliciously.

  “Yes Daddy,” I panted. “Yes, yes, I’m Daddy’s dirty whore.”

  The big man shifted beneath me, that arousal still poking my ass. But he wasn’t done yet. Pinching my nub, he made me squeal before settling into a deep, sensuous rub.

  “Mmm,” he began again. “Baby likes getting her clit rubbed, doesn’t she? Baby’s a whore who likes getting her slutty cunt rubbed.”

  I could only agree, it felt so good.

  “Oh yes,” I panted, boobies heaving, letting him touch wherever, my pussy now gushing juices coating his palm. “Oh yes, Daddy, please rub my cunt. Fuck it, Daddy, fuck it please.”

  And my wish was his command. Because slowly, he pulled my torso upwards until that big shaft popped out from between my thighs.

  “Oh my god!” I squealed. “Oh my god!”

  It was obscene. Sitting in Grayson’s lap, I faced forwards with my legs spread, the man angled below me so that his cock popped out from between my thighs. The fit was so snug that the base of my pussy literally pressed against that hard shaft, juices dripping onto his rod.

  “Oh!” I cried out again. Oh my god, my pussy lips split so that they hugged his shaft on each side, it was so wrong.

  But Grayson doesn’t take no for an answer because he merely chuckled in my ear.

  “That’s right,” he rasped. “It’s a dirty camel toe, your pussy’s creaming all over my dick length-wise. And guess what sweet thing? All ten inches is going into your tightness.”

  I juiced again, the cream running from my hole in a gush. Because this was so wrong. I was getting paid to have sex, and not only that, but it was actually my first time. But I wanted it, and wriggling a bit, I humped my hips desperately, making him chuckle again.

  “Yes Daddy,” I panted. “Yes, put it in.”

  Grayson went for it then. Reaching down, he angled his cock so that the tip just kissed my hole.

  “Sit down baby girl,” he commanded roughly. “Sit down on Daddy’s dick, let that little cunt get fucked.”

  I mewled. This was gonna be hard for sure. This was a porn star pose, for advanced sexperts. But I couldn’t let on that I was a newbie because he’d stop and this fantasy would be over. So I lifted my hips, spreading my legs even wider, and pressed experimentally down on that hard cock. Ooooh, it felt good, my lips parting slightly to spread wetly over the tip.

  “Like this Daddy?” I panted. “Like this?”

  “Exactly like that,” he growled. “Now just hold it right there and I’m gonna …”

>   But Grayson’s voice broke off because his dick slipped in a few inches then and oh shit, it felt good. His cocktip split my pussy and I cried out, throwing my head back, eyes falling closed.

  “Ohhh!” I squealed. “Ohhh!”

  Because it felt amazing. Stretched wide, I gushed again, wetting the ride.

  “Oh yes Daddy!” I cried out again, holding perfectly still with his dick halfway embedded inside. “Oh yes!”

  This time, Grayson didn’t hesitate. He began feeding his cock into my cunt steadily, edging the pole upwards slowly, squeezing into that tight space. I bucked a little, unable to help myself.

  “Unnnh,” I moaned, eyes closed, head lolling back and forth. Oh god, I was being fucked for the first time and it felt so good. Oh god, oh god.

  But Grayson is a pro, he knows how to stretch a pussy, so slowly, he angled his hips upwards again, pressing into my sensitive spot.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he ground out. “So fucking small.”

  I mewled wordlessly, everything on fire, unable to concentrate on anything but that huge snake making its way inside. How did women do this? The fullness was unbearable, like I was being crammed to the max, no space for air. Taking deep breaths, I willed myself to open more, to embrace his cock.