“Mmmph!” I shrieked as the wet, spongy head touched my anal hole. “Oh god!”
This was so wrong. This was so fucking wrong. This was a vaginal sized dildo, ten inches and wide, not some small three-inch butt plug. But I was so turned on and besides, I wanted it. I wanted to show the billionaire what I could do, how I’d been transformed from good-girl librarian to full-on cumslut.
“Yes,” I panted, taking a deep breath. “Yes … unnnh!”
Because slowly, my butt descended on the massive fuckshaft. It pried my ass open, worming into my anal chamber, the stretch so tight and still a little uncomfortable. My eyes squeezed shut with agony but then Daddy came to the rescue because he slid a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit, playing with my hard nub. Oh god, the waves that pulsed through my pussy helped everything loosen, nips going hard, delicious spasms running through my cunt and ass.
“Ohhh,” I moaned, head lolling on my shoulders at the dirty sensations. “Ohhh.”
“That’s right, baby girl,” my lover rasped deep in his chest. “That’s right, show me what a butt slut you are.”
And taking a deep breath, I obeyed. Slowly, thighs burning, I pushed myself down, anus stretching to accommodate the massive toy. My butt hole burned and yet it was so good. I was doing this for Donovan, and my body loosened, slowly letting the toy creep up inch by inch.
“Unh!” I gasped once it was rooted deep, just the balls showing between my white cheeks. “Unh, unh!”
And Donovan really is a fucker. Because never breaking eye contact, he reached one big hand behind me and flicked the machine onto max right then. Fuck him! Fuck, how could he do this to me? I squealed, straightening reflexively, the dildo almost slipping out of my ass but it was jammed in too tight. The only thing I could do was to take the butt fuck as the toy began to pound my anus, making me squeal and squirm.
“You like it,” the billionaire rasped harshly. “You fucking love it, admit it butt slut.”
And I knew what he was seeing. Knees spread as wide as they could go, my glistening vag was wet and swollen, pussy juice dripping in rivulets from my hole to lube the ride down below. And the dildo was relentless, working away like a monster in my brownie, pummeling with absolutely no mercy.
“Unnh, unnh!” I cried out, vision going hazy. “Unnh!”
But there was no going back. There was no pausing, no dialing down the volume because with a thunderclap, my body exploded. Pulses ran from my cunt all the way to my fingers and toes, electrifying every nerve, spasms shaking my small frame. And oh fuck, but my ass was so fucked. Both holes winked in rhythm, clamping and clenching, anus squeezing the dildo in me, milking it futilely for male jism.
“Unnnh!” I cried out, a melodic wail, everything given to the billionaire alpha. “Oh god!”
And Donovan was on it too. As the hurricane blew through my body, Donovan lowered his head to lick at my snatch, to feel the pulses of my pussy with his tongue, the wet flesh trembling around him.
“Aww fuck,” he ground out between laps. “Fuck this shit.”
And I burst anew, on fire for this man, every part of me dedicated to him. Because I was his, I was absolutely his, the hurricane that started three days ago had blown me away so that I spiraled in the clouds, floating, soaring, with nothing but Donovan on my mind and in my body.
“Yes, Daddy!” I screamed, throwing my head back, giving him my all. “Yes Daddy!”
And with that, I collapsed into his arms, ass squelching down onto the pulsing joystick. With a flick of his wrist, the big man shut off the machine before slowly lifting me off, a wet sucking ringing in our ears. Oh god, it was so dirty yet so delicious, every part of me so fucked and trembling with pleasure, ecstasy still washing over my curves in waves.
But I turned to Donovan as he set me on the floor. Because Donovan was still hard, achingly stiff with his fuckshaft dripping to the floor.
“Daddy,” I whispered, looking at that fuckrod. “You didn’t come? You want baby to suck it? Or put it in me?”
And in a flash, I rolled back onto my butt, spreading my legs and showing him both holes again, the pink gleaming, ripples of ecstasy still running visibly through my private parts.
“You want Daddy?” I cooed, prying my butt wide, letting him look up my ass.
But the big man never fails to surprise because with a hungry growl, Donovan fisted his shaft again, shiny and wet.
“Naw baby girl, thank you for offering but Daddy has something else in mind.”
And with one swift move, the alpha swung himself onto the washing machine so that he was crouched where I’d been just moments before.
“Daddy?” I asked, stupefied. What was going on? Why was Donovan on the white toy? But my eyes grew wide and mouth dropped open because oh fuck, it really was happening. With a low, throaty groan, abs and chest tight, the big man began lowering himself onto the used dildo. Oh shit, oh shit, I watched stupefied as the billionaire fucked himself onto a massive black toy, anus spreading to accept that relentless length, and oh shit, but it was so disgusting. Because the rubber was completely coated in a mixture of my ass sweat and pussy juice, rancid and yet such a turn on.
I gasped.
“Daddy, no!” I squealed, eyes wide yet pussy gushing.
But Donovan shot me a harsh look.
“Fuck you,” he ground out. “Fuck me,” he grunted again, pushing his ass down further, forcing his hole to open, mouth opening slightly as the rubber dick slid up his rectum. “Awww fuck.”
And with that, I could only do as he asked. Scrambling to my feet, I reached behind the big man and pressed start on the machine. With a rumble and a creak, the whole thing began churning loudly, the dildo doing its business in my man’s back hole, stretching him, making him gasp with pleasure, big hands gripping the edges of the machine as his butt got stirred.
“Unnh,” he grunted. “Unnh, unnh.”
And the sight was so delicious, so fucking unbelievable yet titillating, that I joined in the show. Ducking my head, I reached for that big dong with a small hand before sucking it into my mouth.
“Mmph, mmph,” I moaned, loving the taste of pre-cum, letting it slide down my throat like the sweetest nectar. “Ummm.”
God, it was so wrong, my lover drilled in the ass as I sucked his hard cock. And after a few short minutes, Donovan was done for. With a growl crescendoing into a massive roar, the big man’s knuckles grew white on the ledge as that hard body trembled, and he erupted like a geyser into my throat. Blast after hot blast of sticky semen coated my insides, dripping down my esophagus like the tastiest cocktail.
“Mmmph!” I shrieked, slurping it all down. “Mmm!”
Because I’ve never really tasted man milk before. Sure, I’d let Donovan finger my pussy, I’d even let him put it in, but never had I had his cum in my mouth, and oh god, but it was the most delectable drink. Hot, salty and yet sweet, I gulped and gulped, swallowing the bubbly like the horniest slut on earth, desperate for more.
And my billionaire didn’t let me down. Balls high and tight, he pulsed again and again, pushing his dick in even further, almost choking me, forcing my throat to expand.
“That’s it,” he panted. “Drink it all little cumslut.”
And I moaned lustily, lips pursed tight. Because oh god, there was so much and I didn’t want to spill. I didn’t want to let even a drop get away, the semen belonged in my body, either in my pussy, ass or mouth, and nowhere else. So I slurped hungrily, swallowing as fast as I could, but it was no good. Donovan’s a virile male and it spilled out from where my lips pursed around his cock, trailing down my chin and hitting my stomach.
But I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cum in my puss. It feels so good in my folds, it feels so amazing rubbed all over my clit that I gave up, and leaned back, letting him spurt all over my body.
“Shit,” the alpha ground out, blue eyes blazing as he creamed all over me. “Fuck this shit.”
I moaned throatily, watching hungrily as whi
te rivulets ran down my breasts, coating my stomach and pussy with goop. But I wanted to make sure it got into me, so with a sly hand, I reached down between my folds and pushed it into my hole, enjoying the hot slide, accepting man milk in my private parts.
“Yeah Daddy,” I cooed, shaking my breasts at him as he crouched on top of the machine. “Just like this.”
And Donovan groaned, eyes squeezed tight as his dick dripped its last drops. Because oh yeah. I loved the feel of his hot cum in my cunt, it didn’t matter if I was a slut. Because I was a whore with the man I adored, I’d give anything to him, I’d let him fuck my butt, fuck my mouth, fuck any part of me he wanted, so long as he took me to heaven. And Donovan would never let me down, he was my Daddy and Daddies take care of their little girls. So with another sigh and coy look, I spread my legs even further so that my hole gaped open and scooped another handful of sperm from my breast before pushing it into my pussy.
“Mmm,” I cooed. “I love you Daddy, I love this.”
Donovan’s eyes flared at the words, dark streaks across his cheeks, that chiseled male body still poised on the washing machine as he stared at me. But he didn’t reply. He didn’t say “I love you baby girl” or even “ditto.” The billionaire just drank me up, gaze eating up every inch of my hot curves, my wet, soft folds all for him.
And I guess that’s what the problem is. Because I would go to the ends of the earth for this man, I would sacrifice my everything, my life, my heart, and my soul. But would Donovan do the same for me? If asked, would he put himself on the line, make himself vulnerable?
After all, the billionaire had been looking for an anonymous fuck only, and maybe that’s all he wanted, hard stop. Even though he’d brought me to the private play space of the Billionaires Club, maybe there was no future for us, and I was merely his plaything, his cum slut, and nothing else. Could I live with that? Could Rachel Smith, a good girl who’s never done anything scandalous, live with being nothing but the fuck doll of an alpha male? And for how long?
The thoughts churned in the back of my mind, but I couldn’t think about it right now. Because I’d never felt so good, had such an amazing out of body experience, and all I wanted to do was to go at it again … as soon as possible with the alpha as my lover, my guide, my playmate, my everything.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donovan
I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with the girl. On the one hand, what I’m doing with Rachel right now is totally clear. The brunette’s moved into my quarters at the Club and I’m fucking that slutty pussy 24/7 nonstop, every position, every which way, not to mention that tiny ass. Oh yeah, that’s getting drilled too and the girl loves it, moaning and bumping her butt against me on a moment’s notice, showing me her brownie.
But that’s the thing. It’s never been this good. I’ve had dozens, if not hundreds of women, and the physical has never been this tantalizing, this fucking hot, making me erupt again and again. I swear, I’ve seeded Rachel a hundred times in this past week, spurting like a geyser again and again all over her insides, drenching her in semen, making her drink it, sucking it up with all her orifices.
So what the fuck is wrong with me? Why the hell can’t I get her out of my system? This was supposed to be an anonymous encounter, one where the girl never sees my face. I’m supposed to bury some fingers into a strange twat, feeling a female pulse around my fist before pulling out and saying sayonara. So what the fuck has happened? Why have my best laid plans gone off the rails?
And it’s not just the loss of anonymity. It’s the fact that we’re not using protection. That birth control shit has gone down the crapper with a giant flush because of course, Rachel asked me about it again after our session in the playroom with no results.
“Daddy,” the brunette murmured sweetly, turning to look at me over her shoulder. We’d just finished another hot session and my dick was buried in her pussy from behind, still pulsing as I emptied myself into that steamy vaginal chamber.
I didn’t reply, instead cupping her tits with my hands, enjoying the mountainous flesh before tweaking a nipple with a satisfying pop.
“Daddy!” Rachel squealed, jiggling her butt and making me groan. Shit, the female was still so tight even though I’ve been fucking her nonstop and the slight wiggle made my dick jerk, spurting more.
“Fuck baby girl, you wanna be fucked again?” I groaned, squeezing a big breast so hard that she moaned lustily, tossing her head. “Is that what it is?”
Rachel panted a little, pussy juicing around my dick. But closing her eyes, she forced herself to be serious.
“No Daddy, I wanted to ask you a question about …” Her voice trailed off.
Perfect, I squeezed her other tit this time, the mountainous white flesh literally slipping from my grasp, there was just so much of it. And sure enough, her pussy juiced down below, squeezing my cock reflexively.
But Rachel stopped for a moment, dipping a hand between her legs so that her fingers came up covered and goop and tantalizingly, pushed those digits into my mouth. I sucked like a mofo, the juices so hot and musky, fucking delicious.
“Do you like that Daddy?” she cooed. “Because it’s you and me down there, it’s a mix of both of us.”
I slurped hungrily again, running my tongue all over her hand, sucking down the love potion.
“Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “Fuck, it’s never tasted that good before.”
The brunette giggled again, pulling her fingers out of my mouth before lightly lapping at them herself. But she turned to me then, brown eyes wide and innocent.
“But that’s the thing, Daddy,” she whispered. “Your semen is in me, I’ve got your hot juices in my pussy, and you know, I haven’t been taking the Plan B.”
Immediately my big body tensed.
“You haven’t been what?” I rumbled deep in my throat. Every siren went off in my head, dick jerking involuntarily. Because on the one hand, fuck, we were so screwed if the brunette wasn’t on birth control. Rachel was eighteen, that nubile body so lush and curvy, that just one pump of my semen into her and she’d be pregnant. So what the fuck, what the fuck? Were we already too late?
But on the other hand, oh shit, yeah, this is what I wanted. I wanted to seed the teen, I wanted that fertile body to soak up my cum until she was round and bouncy with a baby. My baby, specifically. I wanted that sweet twat to drip with my jism until Rachel was pregnant as fuck, big as a house and just as fuckable. Like I said, I like ‘em big and Rachel could benefit from a good forty or fifty pounds, especially if it was because she was pregnant with my kid.
But I couldn’t let her know, not now, the female was too young.
“Baby,” I rumbled, skimming over her nips lightly. “What do you mean, you’re not using the Plan B? I gave it to you days ago.”
Shit, it seemed like a lifetime now, stopping by her apartment to drop off the birth control but actually praying to see her, dying to gaze into those big brown eyes, to feel that slick, wet cunt once more.
“What do you mean, you haven’t been using it?” I rumbled again, breath hot on the back of her neck.
The brunette squirmed deliciously.
“Well, I looked it up on-line and it’s really scary,” she said in a soft voice, not meeting my eyes. “Plan B works by pumping you full of hormones.”
“Of course,” I said, my voice sharp. She jolted at my words, and I regretted it immediately. Rachel was so young, so innocent, unused to the rough, ravaging ways of an asshole like me. So I started again, softening my tone. “Sweetheart, that’s what hormonal birth control does. It pumps you full of hormones so that your body thinks you’re pregnant already, and you can’t get pregnant again.”
“I know,” she said in a small voice. “But Plan B is huge doses of hormones, much more than your average pill. I read that it’s like taking ten times the amount of the regular pill and that’s really scary. I don’t want to do that to my body.”
She had a point. That’s a shit ton of drugs and
I didn’t want my little girl wracked with crazy side effects either. After all, the female is perfect as-is, so who was I to tell her to change her body biochemistry?
But I had to be real.
“Sweetheart, this is life. This is for-real, no-shit real life. You’re a fertile teen, and honey, I’m a virile man. If you don’t take birth control you’re gonna get pregnant baby, it’s just a question of when. In fact, you may be preggo already, I’ve cum so many times into that wet cunt.”
She was silent for a moment.
“I know,” Rachel whispered in a small voice. “But I don’t mind.”
My body jerked then in back of her, making her mewl and squeal, dick still buried in that tightness.
“Baby,” I ground out roughly. “Are you for real? Are you for fucking real?”
The brunette mewled again, twisting slightly in my arms, those luscious curves spilling all over.
“I know Daddy,” she admitted in a small voice. “I know we met under weird circumstances, that we weren’t even supposed to know each other’s names. But the thing is,” she took a deep breath. “The thing is I wouldn’t mind if I was pregnant. I’m ready to be a mom, have been for a long time.”
My arm tightened reflexively around her tiny waist, bicep bulging.
“Do you know what you’re saying baby girl?” I ground out roughly in her ear. “Do you have any idea what you’re saying?”
She was silent for a moment before answering.
“I know,” she said, that small voice resolute. “I’ve been ready to be a mom for so long, I’ve always dreamed of having a baby. And with you, Daddy, it would be even better. I can’t wait,” she said wiggling a bit. “I want it, I swear I do.”
But I couldn’t let her do this. Rachel has no idea what she’s talking about and I can’t let a lamb walk into a lion’s den with no protection, even if that lion was me.
“No sweetheart, absolutely not,” I rasped, dick still buried tight despite my words. “Absolutely not, we’re putting you on the pill from now on.” And with that, I grabbed the receiver next to the bed. “Doctor, now,” I ground out.
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