I did as he commanded, inhaling, big boobies smashed against his lap but my air supply was cut-off because suddenly, my pucker gave way and the big man’s finger slid into my butt, just an inch or two. His tongue had been there before but this new feeling was so surprising, so different from that wet, slick muscle. I shrieked, all thoughts of calm inhalations, of a Zen experience flying out the window.
“Mmmph!” I squealed. “Mmmph! Mmmph!” I shrieked, twisting frantically in his lap.
But the big man’s digit plugged me, and no matter how hard I thrashed, I wasn’t shaking that thick finger.
“That’s right,” he soothed, growly and deep. “That’s right, baby likes Daddy’s finger up her ass.”
And my cunt gushed at the words, insides going soft, drenching his hand once again. Because the nastiness was so good, so hot, that he was absolutely right. Here I was with a much older man’s digit up my butt, and instead of hating it, instead of feeling like a piece of trash, I loved it. I absolutely loved being his fuckdoll, his little toy that he could use as he pleased.
So I let him know the best way I knew how. Squeezing my eyes shut, I took a deep breath and consciously relaxed my ass muscles, willing them to embrace his finger. And sure enough, this time that digit slid all the way in, all the way up to his last knuckle, my butt swallowing the alpha male whole.
The billionaire chuckled above me.
“Oh yeah, that’s a good butt slut,” he rumbled. “That’s Daddy’s little butt slut, take it baby, take it.”
Because he stirred his digit in my bottom then, stretching out my anal cavity, making me moan throatily, eyes still squeezed shut, lost to the sensations. Oh god, it felt so fucking good and I humped my hips up and down slightly, trying to get some friction against my clit. I needed him so bad, I wanted every part of him, and the big man merely laughed again, scissoring his fingers in my anal canal as he spoke.
“Oh yeah, Daddy will get to it,” he promised. “Daddy will absolutely get there.”
Because slowly, with his finger still jammed into my ass, the big man slid his thumb into my pussy. I squealed, eyes flying open, the sensation unbelievable. Oh my god, I was being penetrated in both holes, the man was fingering both my ass and pussy, and shit, it felt good. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I was gonna come, my cunt loose, juicing wildly as my butt clamped instinctively, nearly breaking off his finger.
“That’s right little butt slut, you like DP don’t you?” Mr. White growled in back of me. “My little virgin likes a good double-header, feels amazing huh?”
I merely juiced more in reply, ambrosia flowing between my legs like a river, a warm, oozy stream of female essence. Because yeah, I was his fuck toy, I’d do anything he wanted, and the crest was fast approaching. Even though I was a virgin, I could tell that my body wouldn’t hold up much longer, despite my desperation to extend the sex play. God I wanted hours, if not days with this man, a week in bed sounded about right. But I couldn’t, my body was too innocent and he’d already blown through my barriers, making me feel and experience things I’d never imagined.
And Mr. White knew it too, all too well. Because playing my body like a fine instrument, he made me cum then, he pushed me over the edge with a knowing touch, intuiting exactly what I needed. That thumb in my hole reached just a little further, pushed just a little deeper until it brushed my hymen, lightly stroking the unbroken tissue.
“That’s right, little slut,” the big man rasped above me. “Daddy’s touching that hymen now, doesn’t it feel good? Doesn’t it feel good to have a man deep in your ass and your pussy, stroking your insides? Fuck, little girl, you’re beautiful.”
And with that, I hurtled over the edge. With a full body jerk, I screamed through the panties in my mouth, pussy and ass pulsing, clamping down on the fingers within. My juices shot out in blasts, each convulsion of my cunt pushing out female ambrosia, drenching the big man’s hands up to his wrists. And it felt so good, so amazing, electric bolts radiating from my cunt, my ass winking and blinking, even my fingers and toes going stiff and then limp, screaming through the fabric that choked me.
But Mr. White wasn’t thrown at all. As my body pulsed, he merely pushed his digits in deeper, letting my ass and pussy take as much as they could, niggling my insides, stroking my inner channels, juicing me up.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, growling. “Go with it, little virgin, go with it.”
The words merely made me convulse even harder because they were so wrong on every level. What kind of girl is a virgin if she’s got a man’s fingers in her pussy and asshole, both holes breached, the penetration so good and thorough? What kind of virgin screams and squeals, inviting a man’s touch, letting him stroke her hymen with her panties stuffed in her mouth? But it didn’t matter, because I was that girl. Even if I was technically a virgin still, my tissue unbroken, it didn’t matter. I belonged to this man and my body wasn’t shy about showing him, pussy and ass contracting over and over again, welcoming him in deep, milking him desperately.
“Unnnh,” I moaned once the convulsions slowed, becoming a slow simmer, aftershocks pulsing through my frame. “Unnnh.”
The big man grinned, slowly pulling his digits from my secret cavities. Oh god, it felt good, the drag of that flesh against my flesh, the wet sucking sounds from my twat as he exited. I cried out after he was out, feeling vaguely empty and incomplete, desperate to get him inside again.
The billionaire chuckled, pushing his fingers into my mouth, cramming past the fabric.
“Don’t worry little butt slut, you’re gonna get it. Daddy will make sure you get it,” he ground out.
I almost didn’t hear him because I was fervently sucking at his fingers, desperately licking my goodness off those strong digits. Shit, the pussy juice was one thing, sweet and tangy, but the ass taste blew my mind. I’ve never touched myself back there in a sexual way, and the butt musk was indescribable, it made me horny as all fuck, desperate to feel him in me once again.
But before I could lift my head to beg for more, before I could do anything to communicate my wants and needs, the big man was on it. Pulling his fingers from my mouth, he lifted my torso so that I straddled his legs, facing outwards.
“Mmwmw?” I asked, stupefied, turning to look at him over my shoulder. What was happening? Of course I was his fuckdoll, I’d do anything Mr. White asked, but this was unexpected. My body was limp, still wrung-out from the incredible orgasm and I gazed at him with wide eyes, mouth still crammed full of wet underwear. “Mwmwm?”
But Mr. White knew exactly what he was doing because he nudged my legs wider, and that’s when I felt it. Oh god, oh god. His dicktip kissed my folds then, the hardness undeniable, and I squealed, squirming a bit. Was he gonna put it in? Was he going to de-virginize me? But what had happened to his vows to the brotherhood, about keeping me pristine for auction?
Mr. White read my mind and merely groaned, rubbing that shaft all over my fleshy pussy lips.
“I’m just getting myself wet honey because you’re gonna take me in the ass,” he grunted. “That’s right, there’s so much pussy nectar that it’s the perfect lube for going up your butt.”
I cried out then, cunt juicing once more, rivulets of ambrosia dripping onto his fuckshaft. Because oh god, that was his plan. He was going to own my butt while keeping me “virginal” for his brothers. But wasn’t it wrong? Even if his actions followed the letter of the law, surely it didn’t respect the spirit.
And like he could read my mind, Mr. White growled.
“Fuck yeah, this is wrong, this is so fucking wrong but I can’t hold back. I have to have that ass, I have to have you wrapped around my dick, I’ll die if I don’t get it.”
And with that, the slide began. I gasped, arching my back, eyes closed, lips halfway parted. Oh god, oh god, it was so dirty and nasty, but it felt so good. His dicktip probed my back end, circling my hole before beginning an insistent push.
“Relax,” he growled into my ear from behind. “Spread your legs and rel
ax, honey, it’ll go in easier that way.”
I tensed involuntarily at first, unable to control myself. But his dicktip was like a huge, spongy helmet, probing my bottom tantalizingly, and with a sigh and a deep breath, the head wormed in, breaching my ass.
“Mmmph!” I moaned, twisting in his arms. “Mmm.”
The big man merely breathed into my ear, lightly nibbling with his teeth.
“That’s right, baby girl, it’s not gonna hurt if you relax. Keep going, little slut, keep going.”
And taking another deep breath, I loosened my ass muscles again, willing my body to go soft and flexible, and with a sudden pop, it happened. My sphincter snapped and the big man slid up inside, deep into my anal canal, my butt stretched so deliciously wide.
“Mmmph,” was all I could manage again. “Mmmm.”
The billionaire groaned in back of me, huge chest heaving against my back, dick like an iron rod in my asshole.
“Aw fuck,” he ground out. “Aw fuck you’re tight as fuck, shit.”
And with that, the rhythm began. Mr. White was gentle at first, merely rocking his hips, letting me adjust to the feel of a snake up my behind, the dry slide so good and arousing. It was tough at first. Admittedly, I’ve never stuck even so much as a finger in there, so to get a ten-inch pole all of a sudden was a shock.
But it felt ungodly amazing, the entire scenario was so sensual yet illicit, having an alpha male in my behind, and soon I was rocking my hips with him, begging for more.
“Mmm,” I pleaded, throwing my head back, massaging my breasts as he fucked my ass. “Mmmm.”
And like two people who could read each other’s minds, the pace intensified. Jared put two hands on either side of my waist, almost encircling me, and pushed my back forwards slightly so that he could see where his dick penetrated my butthole.
“Mmmph,” he grunted. “Fuck you’re sweet.”
And with that, he began lifting his hips and down, burrowing deep into my most private place, reaming me again and again. He was so huge that I felt like his fuckrod went all the way up into the back of my throat, that it was splitting me in two, overcoming me with sensations. But no, I was merely getting a good backend drill, hard and solid, shaking with desire.
“Mmwmw,” I managed again. “Mwmwm,” I moaned as my breasts bounced in time to the hard banging, the feel of that thick dick overwhelming, every part of me focused on where our bodies joined.
And my ring was so tight, my anal walls clamping him so hard, that with a muffled roar, a jerk of his hips and an unmistakable twitch within my body, Mr. White spurted. That’s right, deep into my ass canal, the big man let his sperm go, jet after jet of hot white coating my GI tract, the bubbly so sweet and viscous.
“Ummm!” I moaned, rectum clamping. “Ummm!”
Because I was coming as well. I’ve never felt a man lose it in me, and the feel of hot juices spraying, of dick jerking uncontrollably in my butt pushed me over the edge. I ascended the highest mountains, my pussy shivering with delight as my ass spasmed again and again, milking him for more, desperate for the hot white. And as he spurted, I shattered, giving it up for the billionaire, his to use, fuck, and play with however he wanted.
“Unnnh!” I cried out again, our moans and shouts mixing in a cacophony of sound. “Unnnh!”
The alpha roared, his release in me complete, hot, wet and sticky, and oh so good. I loved it, I wanted every single drop of his sperm, his semen was the stuff of life and I wanted it so bad. So grinding my hips again, I pushed down with my butt, making sure that none of it escaped, that none of it got away, desperate to keep his virility inside.
And finally, the convulsions subsided, our moaning and thrashing becoming mere pants and gasps instead of full-on wails, the big man and I still locked together, his dick deep up my butt. I sighed, leaning back against his broad chest, wrung out and sated, feeling so satisfied.
But Jared wasn’t done yet. Because slowly, he pushed me forward, watching avidly as his penis exited my butt. It must have looked good, anal ring gripping him desperately still, his cock coated in white semen, gooey and viscous. But the alpha did something then that made me gasp with shock, eyes going wide. Because Mr. White pushed me to the floor, not hard, but still I was on all fours facing away from him, ass gaping like an empty cavern, pussy still shivering with the aftermath of our sex.
“That’s right,” he ground out. “You belong to Daddy, every part of you. Now push down honey, push and give me that cream pie.”
I gasped, mouth still stuffed with the panties. Because what the hell? I knew what he was asking for, I’ve watched porn, I know what they do in the movies. But in real life? Never in a million years. Did this really happen to people? God no.
But something told me that my innocence was gone forever. I belonged to this man, I was absolutely his and could no more deny him than stop breathing. So closing my eyes again, I went with it. Summoning my deepest reserves, I tightened my abs and pelvic muscles, arching my back a little to encourage the seed to spill.
Because that’s what he wanted. The billionaire wanted to watch as his semen dripped from my ass, and I wanted to give it to him. I wanted the proof of our loving as well, to feel the hot fuck slide from my anus and down my leg, the big man’s mark on me strong and undeniable.
And with a few sharp grunts and ab contractions, it began to happen. With some straining and some pushing, a bit of white welled up from inside, balancing delicately at my anal hole before slipping down a meaty thigh in a slick stream.
“Awww fuck,” the alpha ground out behind me, eyes blazing as he watched the dirty sight. “Aww fuck fuck fuck.”
And I thought that’d be it. With everything that had happened tonight, I thought this was the final act, that the creampie was a fitting ending to the incredible nastiness, delicious and illicit. But as always, Mr. White pulled another rabbit from his sleeve, he’s an experienced alpha and knows exactly how he likes it. Because leaning forward, the billionaire licked up my leg, tasting the cum that had been in my butt not seconds before.
I squealed, jumping and quivering. Oh my god, oh my god, really? This was so nasty, so off-the-charts disgusting, I could hardly believe it’d happened.
But sure enough, Mr. White was leaning forwards for another taste, another lap at the hot fuck trailing from my anal hole. And he leaned back again, savoring the flavor, licking his lips with a gleam in his eye.
“That’s right honey, all of you belongs to Daddy. I’m gonna touch, taste and lick wherever I want, and that includes here,” he said, placing a big finger against my anus, burrowing slightly into my rectum.
And letting out a small scream, I came all over again. From his mere words, his insinuations, that light touch on my brown pucker, I came like a woman undone. Body bucking as my anus contracted wildly, I pulsed and shrieked, every cell in my body gloriously alive. Because I needed Jared White, I was possessed by the billionaire, one hundred percent absolutely his. So why couldn’t he see? Why was he being so stubborn with this misplaced loyalty to the brotherhood? I wanted no one but Jared … but it didn’t matter, because he didn’t want me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jared
Fuck, I’ve lost all control. For a guy who prides himself on being in charge, I’m the one who’s tossed caution to the winds, acting like an impulsive sissy.
Because I’ve fucked Abby hard, not once, not twice, but multiple times now. Yeah, I realize I’m staying “loyal” to the brotherhood by taking her ass and not her pussy, but still. It’s something a cuck would do, a weakling with no morals.
But even knowing that hasn’t stopped me. Somehow I’ve lost my brain, I’ve become a stupid shit, banging the girl again and again, while telling myself it’s okay. And in some ways, it’s understandable because I’m absolutely the guy who will push things to the edge, forcing the opponent to cower before they lose their shit. But that’s business, and I don’t treat my brothers like that. They’re all I have, this group of billion
aires are my closest friends in the world, and I was currently giving them the middle finger by ass-fucking Abby while keeping her “pristine” for the auctions.
I slumped in my chair, looking morosely at the drink in my hand. What the fuck, what the fuck. What the hell is wrong with me? Because being morally bankrupt is bad, but the problem was that I just wanted more. Abby is so beautiful, so incredible, that I want everything she has to give, and the more time I spend with her, the more I want.
But I’ve made a promise to the brotherhood. When I was inducted into the Club, we swore allegiance to one another, unfailing loyalty because what we do absolutely treads the edges of legal. Sure, it’s legal on paper, but shit, we don’t want to go before a court of law, the publicity would be so damning. Sourcing girls? A department called “Procurement,” for the specific purpose of scouting women? An auction, where females are sold to the highest bidder? Yeah, not exactly something that would play out well.
So I slumped even lower in my chair, swirling the drink in my hand. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck am I going to do? I’ve taken Abby’s ass so many times now that you’d think I’d be tired of it, that I’d be nauseated by that brown hole, the one that winks at me so sweetly. But instead, I just want more. Oh yeah, when I reamed her that first time, it was just to get her out of my system, but the plan as backfired. Now all I can think about is that aromatic pucker, the place where my dick belongs, and I’m fucking obsessed now, even worse than before. Shit.
Suddenly, a woman materialized before me.
“Another drink sir?” she hummed, smiling beatifically. Of course, just like all the female servers at the Club, she was dressed in nothing but a lacy g-string and stilettos, silver tray balanced on her arm. The girl was gorgeous, all long legs and big breasts, but I didn’t feel a thing. Normally I would have had her sitting on my cock in an instant, squealing as I pummeled her cavities, but now, it didn’t even matter. All I wanted was Abby, my thoughts were completely filled with the brunette, so I waved away the waitress, grunting noncommittally.
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