“Baby,” I panted into her ear. “Oh shit, I’m gonna …”
But it was too late because I spurted hard into her warm vaginal passage, unloading gallon after gallon of cream into that sweet, soft body, her pussy milking me, clenching me tight as I let go, my hot fuck going straight up that internal channel to coat her insides.
And Annie wasn’t letting me go alone because at that same moment, the brunette lost it too. The female threw her head back and screamed then, full-on, lusty and slutty, as her pussy shattered on my dick. It clamped down hard, once, twice, before dissolving in a series of shivery tremors, each shake pulling my sperm deeper inside, deeper into her warm recesses, seeding her, fertilizing that fine, curvy form.
And oh fuck, but I lost it again. I’ve done some depraved things, but this took the cake. The woman in my arms was my everything, I’d just tasted her hymen, punched through it for the first time, and now we were riding a fucking roller coaster, lights exploding in my eyes, my cock hard in that fleshy cunt, the brunette’s walls gripping me tight as she screamed and tossed her hair once more, jiggly body giving it up. So I roared like a lion, grabbing her hips, grasping that curvy form as I pumped and pumped, my dick jerking and twitching, balls high and tight, thrusting so deep, so tight, so hard, fucking that pussy like it was the only pussy I’d ever fucked before.
And shit, but Annie was into it. Her cunt gushed and creamed, so much that it dripped down my balls, coating us both, both our thighs smeared with my cum, with her cum, every part of us unhinged and flying free, every single cell in my body on fire, with the need to take, to demand, and finally to release.
It was a fucking chorus of moans, of howls, of ecstatic gasps and screams because not only had my girl and I come, but a couple of the serving women had as well, the ring of beautiful attendants pleasuring each other in their lesbian ways, soft fingers burrowing into hidden passages, sweetly creaming cunts fucked by mouths and hands, but no dick.
And Annie, breathing hard, turned to look at me, eyes dancing.
“Let’s give them one more, okay?” she murmured before slowly, oh so slowly, pulling off my dick. A huge gush of cum came out then, running down her thigh, it was so fucking wet and sticky, a gallon of spunk dropping into the water. But Annie just giggled and leaned forward, bracing her hands on her knees, rear-end pointed straight at me.
“Lick it up, big boy,” she cooed, eyeing me slyly. “Lick up that cream pie.”
I sat stock still for a moment, huge form frozen. Because she was fucking dirty, much nastier than I’d ever anticipated. This was a virgin for crying out loud, who’d just had her pussy fucked for the first time, and now she was baring her hole to me, showing off those swollen pink lips, commanding me to lick up the fresh sperm, to taste her just-fucked cunt.
And the girl didn’t even know how nasty she was. Because squeezing her eyes shut and tilting her ass higher into the air, she concentrated, those abs pulsing and flexing, pelvis tightening. And sure enough, a bit of white welled up from inside, coagulating at the brim of her hole before spilling down her lips and dripping off her clit. Fuck, I’d fucked so much semen into the brunette that she had plenty left to spare. Although a gush had come out when she pulled off, there was still plenty in her pussy, and she was pushing more out now, the fresh white bubbly and tangy.
So I did what I had to. I had no choice, I was head over heels for this girl, in love and lust, her every bidding was my command. With a growl, I leaned forward, grabbing those wide hips and lightly trailed my tongue up that rivulet of white, tasting my own sperm mixed with her pussy juices, our hot fuck mixed together. Oh fuck, oh fuck. This was so fucking nasty, and yet she was so delicious, it was disgusting to know I was tasting my DNA and her nectar mixed together and yet I couldn’t get enough. Like a hungry dog, I slurped it from her pussy, drinking from her hole, even burrowing my tongue into the source of her honey to get more.
“Oh,” Annie moaned below me, spreading her cheeks with two hands so that I could get deeper. “Oh yes, Mr. Fire.”
And that’s how I know this girl is the one for me. Because I bought the brunette yes, but against all odds, she’s turned out to be an amazing fit, not just emotionally but physically too. She lets me touch her, taste her, and fuck, but she’s got a fucking dirty cunt and a fucking dirty mouth with the way she’s ordered me to eat her pussy, to give her what she wants. But the thing is that I’m totally into it. The brunette has me coming back for more, again and again, I’d do anything for her, I’d leap tall buildings, I’d jump off a cliff, I’d bury my dick in her ass if she asked. The long and the short of it is that Annie James has me mesmerized, and one week together isn’t anywhere near enough.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Annie
It was weird. I thought that Andrew and I were on the same level, that we were perfectly matched, traveling on the same wave length, our minds meeting. But instead, our week ended and I was let go. Just like an employee being terminated, he escorted me to the front desk where my stuff was packed, and gave me one last kiss.
“Goodbye, Annie James,” he rumbled, blue eyes shuttered, that big form so near yet so far.
And I hesitated. I wanted to shout, to scream, to pummel his broad chest with my fists, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t because I’d been bought and paid for, and this was part of the bargain too. The alpha had forked over five million dollars for a week with my body, and now that the week was up, I was cut loose, good for nothing anymore.
So I straightened, back like a ramrod, and pasted a smile on my face.
“Goodbye Andrew,” I said in as dignified a tone as I could manage. It came out okay, I think. There was only a bit of a quaver, a bit of a wavery rasp. But the receptionist and the bellboy both looked at us sharply because I’d used the alpha male’s first name. Club members are never referred to anything except Mr. This or Mr. That, and for me to use Andrew’s given name implied a closeness, an intimacy that was unexpected.
But to me, it was completely normal. Andrew and I had gotten to know one another well, sharing confidences, our innermost thoughts and desires, as well as our bodies, coupling again and again late into the night and then again in the morning, never getting enough.
And it was during one of these hot sessions that I thought we’d work something out, that he’d ask me to stay for another week at least. I’d heard it was possible, that if a Club member enjoyed you, he could extend your contract for another seven days, even indefinitely if both parties were on board. So I’d given it my all.
“Oh god,” I panted, bent over, gripping onto the footboard of the bed for dear life. “Oh god.”
Because Mr. Fire was running his cock in and out of my swollen pussy as his fingers traced my asshole, lightly caressing the pleats. And with a deep chuckle morphing into a roar, the big man did it. He pushed into my tight ring, his finger breaching my anus, fucking me with his dick as his finger fucked my asshole.
“Ohhhh!” I screamed then, a wave of sensation cresting over me, my nips and pussy tingling with fire, jolts running straight to my cunt as I came hard, the feeling of both holes stuffed overwhelming. “Ohhh!”
And Mr. Fire let go as well, his hot fuck squirting in strong blasts up my vaginal channel, releasing like a tsunami, I was filled so full of cum. But never one to stop, he pulled out mid-gust, both finger and dick, and pointed his dicktip at my ass, coming with great blasts onto my anus, onto the small of my back, the cream coating my ass cheeks, dripping down my thighs, hot white DNA everywhere.
“Fuck!” the alpha roared, big body shaking as his cock pumped, arcs of semen blasting me, balls tight and strained. “Fuck fuck fuck!” he roared again, and as he came relentlessly, one big finger stroked my anus again and began pushing the white into my back hole, stuffing me full with hot cream the wrong way.
“Unnnh,” I moaned then, head dropping between my shoulders, overcome with sensation, the nastiness of it all making me pant, making me shake, making me come that much harder. “Unnnh.�
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And after it was over, I thought for sure then that he’d ask me to stay. Because how could two people be closer? Andrew gathered me with him onto the bed, cuddling my form close, my sticky cum-covered ass pressed against his dick, his chest hot against my back, and I ground my rump against him, loving the sensation, teasing him just a bit although we’d both just orgasmed hard.
“Mmm,” I murmured with a sweet smile on my lips. “That felt good.”
And the alpha male rumbled into my ear, like a lion who’d just ripped apart a gazelle, now sated and satisfied. “Mmm.”
I turned to kiss him then, to press my lips against his, showing him how much I loved him, how much I loved being with him, enjoying his company.
“Thank you for not making us do it in front of other people,” I whispered, brown eyes full and appreciative. “I know you want to, that it’s your thing, and it means a lot to me that we haven’t again.”
Because the time in the pool with the serving girls had been fine, it’d been more than fine actually. I’d forgotten they were there for the most part, and it was only at the end that I remembered we weren’t alone. But it was too late because I was facing the women now, legs spread as I sat down on Mr. Fire’s dick, showing them my pussy, how fucked it was, that huge dick spreading my lips, making me scream. So yeah, I did it and it was good. But overall, I didn’t want to do it again. Exhibitionism is okay, but it’s not really my thing, not on a day to day basis. I preferred just my man and me, his huge cock for my eyes only, for me to enjoy, to savor, to fuck myself onto whenever I wanted.
And Andrew didn’t say anything, merely stroking my back with a big hand, lightly caressing my brunette tresses.
“No problem,” he said, voice deep, chest rumbling against my back. Oh god, I loved this man, how he was so masculine, making me feel so tiny and feminine in comparison. “No problem baby, we’re gonna do what you want from here on out.”
And I sighed then, filled with happiness, floating on cloud nine. Because what could be better than this? I was wrapped in my man’s arms, we were together, we’d found fulfillment in one another and there was nothing that could make it better, nothing that could improve on the situation.
But now, we faced each other on the last day, a little like strangers, aware of the receptionist and bellboy who looked away studiously. My packed suitcase sat like a lump on the floor as the big man pressed another gentle kiss onto my forehead.
“Goodbye Annie James,” he said again, and with that, the billionaire turned away, those blue eyes filled with something, flickering with emotion, before they grew shuttered once more, unreadable.
And my mind screamed. He wants you! I told myself. There’s something holding him back! But my logical mind said it wasn’t true. This was a business transaction, there was a contract, I’d signed a million disclaimers. It was nothing more than that, and the little voice was lying, telling me that it could be something more, hoping, praying even. But it couldn’t. I was indulging in magical thinking, believing in a world that didn’t exist, and now, the end was here and I had to accept it.
So I nodded again, gulping slightly while putting on a plasticky smile. And grabbing my suitcase, I angled my shoulders, cocking my head once more, ready to leave.
“Goodbye Andrew Fire,” I said, my voice soft yet businesslike although his big back was already departing. And resolutely, I walked with purposeful strides to the waiting car. The billionaire was in my past now, and I had two and a half million dollars to show for it. I had two and a half million big ones, I’d checked my bank account this morning, and it was there, my family’s salvation, my future, a way to continue school, a way to pay the mortgage, to pay the rent, to move on with my real life. Why, oh why, then, did I feel so sad, like I was going to crack into a million pieces and fall apart? All I knew was that despite everything, the contracts, the money, the everything, I missed Mr. Fire already, my heart longing, my body aching, my limbs trembling. Somehow I’d fallen for the big man, but unfortunately, he hadn’t fallen for me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Andrew
The single worst day of my life was when I let Annie James go. I knew it was going to come, I knew that our time together was limited. But I didn’t expect it to suck like shit. The brunette is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I hardly expected that in a girl I bought at auction.
After all, our arrangement wasn’t permanent and never had been. The reason why guys buy girls is for the easy goodbye afterwards. Sure, we’ll shower them with clothes, jewels, let them get massages every day, all the pampering they can take. But come the end of the week, it’s sayonara, peace out.
And I had to let Annie go. I’m too depraved, too fucking dark for her. She’d put on a brave face, letting me take her in front of the serving women, letting me fuck her in the communal pool like that. But it’s too much for a young girl. I’d literally taken Annie’s virginity in front of an audience, I’d forced her to perform like some dancing bear, and that’s not the point of the Club at all. We want our girls comfortable. Sure, pushing the limits some is okay, but only if the female is on board. We’re not misogynists or bullies. We’re men with strong sex drives who appreciate the convenience and simplicity that the auction provides.
But ultimately, Annie and I weren’t a fit. Exhibitionism is a vein that runs through me, one that beats with every throb of my dick, every pulse of my heart. I don’t have to have it all the time, but I have to have it some, and Annie doesn’t like it. I could tell the way her brown eyes grew soft and afraid, the way her body trembled, the way her shoulders shivered involuntarily. Despite her yesses and the panted gasps, I knew she preferred sex in the privacy of my quarters, alone in my big bed with no cameras, no other people, just me and her.
And I can’t blame her. I don’t know why I am the way I am, why I have this fucked-up preference that rears its head sometimes. But it is what it is, I’m an adult male who knows what he needs and I can’t do that to a young woman. I can’t force Annie, I’m not going to force her, it’s not right and that’s not what she signed up for.
So I was fucking angry and depressed when the doorbell rang.
“Come,” I growled from my study. My Manhattan apartment is luxurious but most times, I don’t bother to lock the front door because we have doormen and security guards downstairs, no one’s getting in without the third degree. And the door cracked open to reveal Maria, a Club employee. Not just any employee, but a scout of sorts, someone who goes looking for girls to place in Vegas.
“Hello Mr. Fire,” said the middle-aged woman briskly, stepping into the foyer. She was humdrum looking, wearing a suit, carrying a leather portfolio. “May I come in?”
I gestured from the interior of my office.
“Be my guest,” I grunted, none too happy.
Maria moved silently inside, before sitting down and pulling open a notebook.
“Mr. Fire, thank you for seeing me today. I know you’re a busy man,” she began.
But I cut her off. There was no time for niceties, I wasn’t interested.
“Let’s just get to the point,” I said like an angry bear. “What are you here for?”
To her credit, the middle-aged woman didn’t lose her cool, that professional demeanor stayed intact. She merely nodded, streaks of white visible in her hair.
“As you know, I like to do follow-up with my clients,” she said, all business. “I understand you purchased one of the girls I sourced?” she asked, pen poised expectantly.
I nodded.
“Yeah, just last week,” I ground out. “Worked out fine.”
Maria scribbled, nodding, before looking at me again.
“What did you like and what didn’t you like? We always appreciate feedback, it helps us adjust the recruitment process to Club members’ preferences.”
And I looked out the window then, hands steepled, taking in the beautiful view of Central Park. I was lucky to live here, to live in an aerie overlooking the green expanses o
f lawn, runners out for a midday jog, parents wheeling their babies in prams along the walkways. I should have been content, at peace with myself, grateful for the gilded life my riches bought, and yet all that dogged me was an empty feeling, like I was weightless and untethered, floating aimlessly.
So I shook my head, disgusted.
“The girl was perfect,” I grunted. “She was a specimen with exactly the measurements that I like. Thank you, Maria, you did a great job,” I rumbled, blue eyes cool.
But the middle-aged woman wasn’t deterred.
“Great, so physically she met your standards. How about mentally?” the woman pressed. “The brain is as much of the equation as the physical.”
And words choked in my throat. How could I describe Annie? The brunette’s sweetness, her thoughtfulness, her shyness, how much she’d learned, how fast she’d caught on during our week together. And not just that, but the girl’s intellect. This was no random fuckdoll. This was a female who read the Bible, who was interested in the interior of a person, in my interior to be specific. How could I capture that in a few sentences?
So I just shook my head mutely and looked out the window again.
“She was fine,” I grunted shortly. “The brunette was fine.”
Maria scribbled something again, pursing her lips.
“Is there something that could be improved?” she asked mildly, pen poised once more. “Any suggestions for future recruitment?”
And my throat seized. Future recruitment? More girls? On the one hand I was tempted. The best way to get over a woman was to get right onto another one, feel a different female pussy pulsing around my dick. Shit, a couple different pussies, that’d wipe the memory of Annie’s sweet folds, her musky asshole from my brain. But I knew it was futile. There was no way some random fucks would erase the memory of my best girl, so I just shook my head like a crazed beast.
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