“Yes, Mr. Black, yes, ohhhh, tastes good.”
And with that, he came. With a giant roar and a quick flick of his wrist, he grabbed a nearby loofah and came into it, strong pulses of sperm spurting into the sponge, the yellow material coated with sticky white, dripping and hot. And I came as well, I couldn’t help it. I was so sensitive to him, to everything about him, that seeing the big man orgasm, his eyes glued to my curvy form, devouring me as I kissed my breasts, nipping gently at my sensitive nipples, sent me tumbling over the edge as well. With a shudder, my pussy clamped hard, once, twice, the electrical sensations in my breasts shooting down to my cunt, cream gushing between my legs as I stroked myself, working myself up to a frenzy.
“Oh Mr. Black!” I cried out, our eyes locked in sparkling ecstasy as we let go simultaneously. “Yes!”
And with a roar and a groan, he was on me, penis still mid-spurt, dropping the loofah into the tub as he hauled me close and came on my belly, mouth crashing down on mine for a hot kiss. His lips were pure electricity, sensations churning in my cunt as if his mouth were touching me there, and not up above. Because I’ve been kissed a few times before by high school boys, but there was no comparison, absolutely none. In fact, my previous experiences were positively laughable compared to Mr. Black’s touch because the alpha male’s mouth was commanding, hungry on mine, his tongue probing between my lips, sweeping and devouring as his cock shot all over my belly, my thighs, drenching me in hot, sticky white.
And I could only accept it, I could only sigh and take what he had to offer, soft and beckoning, a woman in his arms, creamy and all female.
“Yes,” I murmured when he let up a bit. “Give it to me, yes.”
The big man burrowed his head between my neck and shoulder then, his hot pants a warm gust on my sensitive skin.
“Fuck baby girl,” he ground out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I laughed silently, stroking that big back with gentle palms, breasts heaving up and down with exertion. Because it had been good, soooo good, so dirty, and instead of dreading the coming week, feeling trapped, a prisoner with no options, instead the opposite was true. I was looking forward to my illicit vacation in Vegas, the lessons to be learned, the tutoring that was to come … and all of it at the sensuous hands of my buyer.
CHAPTER NINE
Troy
Oh fuck, but she was so sweet, so illicit, and so dirty in her own small ways, the brunette had no idea how appealing she was. The small strokes to her nipples, how that peachy, curvy form rose from the water to play with herself, water sluicing off the smooth curves of her shoulders, trailing down her belly to drip from her vee. She had no idea how much she channeled Venus rising from the waves, a vision that would drive any male crazy.
So yeah, I did it. I came hard, my hot fuck spurting into the water, all over her, creaming against that soft belly, rivulets dripping down her thighs and trailing sensuously between her legs.
And as I pulled back, big body still alert, semi-hard even, the brunette did the dirtiest thing. A small palm reached between those sweet ham hocks and she began massaging the semen into her skin, stroking her labia with the sperm, even pushing a little of it into herself.
“Baby, is that what you usually do?” I ground out, staring, dick getting hard again.
And she giggled a little. I guess my captive was warming up to me, not quite so tentative anymore, relaxing, enjoying herself. In fact, she was acting positively slutty right now, opening her thighs so I could get a good view, stroking her twat while pushing my DNA in.
But right, that was the problem. My DNA.
“Baby,” I ground out again, voice sharper. “Are you on the pill?”
And suddenly the ramifications of her actions hit her as well. The brunette sat up in the tub with a jolt, scrambling, water splashing everywhere.
“No,” she breathed, clinging to the tub edge. “Oh god.”
And we were both silent for a moment.
“No worries, honey,” I ground out again. “I didn’t come in you, the chance that any semen got in you just now is slim to none. I’m sure we’re fine.”
But she was still silent, breathing hard, cheeks flaming.
“Baby girl,” I tried again. “I’m sure it’s fine. You’re fine. You’re safe.”
But the brunette shook her head then.
“It’s not that,” she said slowly, “It’s that ... well, I want to feel you in me, you know, with nothing on,” she murmured, cheeks flaring with color.
I stiffened then, eyes seizing hers, blue capturing brown. But I made myself go easy, made myself relax, breathe deep once again, summon the Zen. Because I was twice her age, ten times more powerful, and again, she was a virgin. The brunette didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Honey, I’m not sure what they taught you in sex ed, but if my semen gets in you, there’s a good chance you’ll get pregnant,” I said, voice firm. Fuck, didn’t all girls know this? Virgins especially? Plus, all the females that went through screening were supposed to be on the pill, so what the fuck? Management was going to get an earful from me, this was way out of line, a major slip up. But in the meantime, there was still this delectable morsel before me, telling me she wanted my dick in her body, bare, unprotected, nothing separating us. So I turned back to her.
“Baby,” I started again, “You’re young and fertile, and without the pill, I’m gonna get you pregnant, it’s gonna happen,” I rumbled, trying to sound reasonable. “So you need to start with hormonal birth control so I can come in you.”
But she shook her head.
“I know all about it, and I can’t start the pill now, it’d be no use,” she said slowly. “You have to begin right after your period ends, and I’m mid-way through my cycle right now so we’d have to wait two weeks.”
My heart sunk. Fuck, I was gonna have to use condoms with her? Diaphragms? My cock shriveled just thinking about it, I fucking hated latex and those things always look so disgusting, the limp rubber such a turn off. How the fuck had this happened? All girls were supposed to be protected before they came to a buyer.
But the brunette was a confounding one because she shook her head once more, still biting her lip.
“Besides, I want to feel you in me,” she said softly. “I want to feel your cock in me, nothing but you, deep and hard, Mr. Black.”
And I almost cracked then, giving into her sweet, hot words. The opportunity to take a virgin, pushing into her, spurting my cum, potentially impregnating her was a delicious thought. Taking this particular virgin especially, making her scream with ecstasy as she tasted her first cock, pussy pulsing, milking me dry. Fuck yeah, I wanted it. But the girl was too young, she didn’t understand the consequences, didn’t know what she was saying.
“Honey,” I said, taking her face between my hands. “This is sheer madness, loony bin-talk. A baby is a real thing, and you’re just a baby yourself. You’re what, eighteen? You can’t be having a kid this early.”
But she nodded stubbornly.
“I’m not a baby,” she retorted. “I’m legal, in control of my body, and I know what I want. I want you, deep, nothing but you,” she reiterated, seizing my eyes.
But I shook my head, sighing. This women’s lib stuff definitely had unintended consequences because of course the brunette was in charge, her body was a gift, a sweet, sensuous form that was all her own. But at the same time, how do you persuade a headstrong teen that a baby is not the answer? Was I supposed to get out an educational video and play it for her, show her how devastating the consequences of caring for another human being 24/7? One that was a helpless newborn at that, unable to bathe, feed itself, or do anything except shit and eat? So I shook my head again, brows drawn. Because the ramifications were so great, so momentous, that there was no way she was in her right mind. And I decided to drive home reality, make sure the brunette realized how crazy she sounded.
“Baby, um, what was your name again?” I asked casually.
She col
ored. That’s right, we hadn’t exchanged names, despite the sensuality surrounding us, the fact that we were both still nude, our privates dripping with the remnants of our lust.
“I-I’m Ellie,” she murmured, coloring. “Ellie Danes.”
“Well, I’m Troy Black,” I rumbled. “And you know nothing about me. You only just found out my name. Do you realize what you’re asking for? To have a baby with a man you don’t know?”
But the little girl was either the looniest cowgirl out there, or she knew something I didn’t. Because she shook her head again, brown curls tumbling around her shoulders.
“I know,” she murmured. “We just met but we’ll get to know each other over the next week, and besides,” she smiled again, “I’ve always wanted to be a mom.”
I sat back then. What girl wants to be a mom at eighteen? That was like throwing your youth away. I thought they started schooling girls in fifth grade about this stuff, how your life ended if you got knocked up early, how you’d be barefoot, living in poverty with three kids clinging to your dress. But Ellie was different. She just cocked her head and smiled at me once more.
“Trust me, okay?” she said in a soft voice. “I know what I want, I’m old enough and thought a lot about it.”
I didn’t say anything, but fuck no. No way was I coming in her with no protection, I’ve met so many women who wanted exactly that from me, to get pregnant and have my kid, the equivalent of winning the Lotto. Because of course I’d never turn my back on a child of mine. He or she would have everything, every need answered, every necessity met. And most women realized that, thus the whole “golden ticket” mentality. Because yeah, they’d get hundreds of thousands in child support, and fuck, but they’d be living the high life too.
So I was more than a little suspicious. No way was I having unprotected sex with a teen, a girl fertile and luscious, sure to get knocked up immediately. Her tits were huge, hips so curvy, this girl was definitely prime motherhood material, her womb ripe and receptive to a man’s sperm. So fuck no. Even though I didn’t say anything, my internal alarms screeched like fucking warning bells. It wasn’t happening, not on my watch. No way. Nada.
But there were ways to have fun without sperm in pussy, and right now, I wanted to play a little more, change the conversation to something a little less heavy.
“Honey,” I said gently. “We haven’t figured this out yet but let’s move on for now, okay? You haven’t finished bathing yet, so let’s get you clean.”
And Ellie colored, nodding, body slick with water still. The bathroom was heated and the whirlpool jets kept the water warm, bubbles emanating from within the tub.
“Okay,” she said softly. “Did you want to wash me?”
I shook my head.
“Naw baby, if I wash you, we’ll never get out of here, we’ll be living in this bathroom for a week,” I said with a knowing grin. “So pick up that loofah and start scrubbing,” I commanded gently.
Her hand reached for the loofah bobbing in the tub, floating on the surface, but then she gasped as she lifted it from the water, remembering what had happened. Because yeah, I’d come in it a couple times, blasting my sperm into the rough material before letting go and spurting all over her body. So my cum coated the sponge, sticky and hot, the goo oozing and sensuous.
“But Mr. Black,” she whispered, shocked eyes meeting mine. “You came in it, and … and …”
“And I want you to wash yourself with it,” I finished gently, eyes never leaving her form. “That’s right baby girl. I want you to scrub yourself all over with that loofah, rub my semen into your skin, it’s the best type of shower gel.”
And the brunette colored once more because this was so fucking dirty. Rub my sperm into her skin, bathing herself in my come? Hell yeah, there’s nothing like marking a woman, making sure the world knows she’s yours, and what better way but smearing your hot fuck into her skin, letting her walk around with the delicious, distinctive scent of male DNA on her? Oh fuck yeah, it was classic branding, and this girl belonged to me.
And coloring a little, Ellie began. She lifted the sponge, dipping it slightly in the bath to get it warm again and slowly stroked her shoulder with it.
“That’s right,” I growled. “All over, keep going.”
Fuck, I could see a shiny trail of semen on a gleaming shoulder and I watched, dick stiffening again, as she massaged it into that creamy skin, pushing it deep, letting it soak in. And slowly, she moved down one arm, then up the inside of her elbow before smoothing the loofah over her tummy, running in circles around her belly button.
“Fuck yeah,” I grunted, eyes blazing. “Keep going baby.”
And slowly, Ellie raised the sponge to her breasts, circling in sensuous circles around her areola, nips growing hard again, deep pink and pointed right at me. I couldn’t resist and leaned forward for a kiss, seizing a nub in my mouth, suckling for an instant before popping off and leaning back. But Ellie was into it too. Her head dropped back and she sighed sensuously, eyelids drifting shut. Because her hands had dropped between her legs and squatting a bit, she moved the loofah over his sensitive parts, spreading her labia a bit to touch tentatively at her clit. Oh fuck, it was so big and stiff already, that two inch nub waving in the air, begging for a kiss. But the loofah was already there doing its job and Ellie moaned sensuously, eyes squeezed shut as she rubbed herself between her legs, caressing that sweet pussy with the sperm-filled sponge, grinding harder and harder. She let out a low moan, a sensuous gasp of “Ohhh, Mr. Black!” and I almost came then, it was so fucking dirty, seeing the girl caress herself with my semen.
But Ellie is a whore, and she wasn’t just going to go with a couple light swipes. Instead, gripping the loofah tight between her thighs, she began humping it hard, grinding her clit into the rough material, hips rocking back and forth, moaning slightly as her breasts bobbled. Holy fucking shit, it was so fucking sexy, knowing that she was humping a sponge filled with my cum. Oh fuck yeah, my semen was staining that little pussy, seeping into her folds, coating that stiff clit. And as if my DNA was an aphrodisiac, the little girl came then, strong as a hurricane. Fuck yeah, her body seized once, going absolutely still, before shattering into a series of tremors, pussy clamping and spasming as her breasts bobbled, head tipped up and eyes closed, moaning sweet nothings.
“Mr. Black,” she cried out, “Oh Mr. Black, you feel good!”
And fuck, but it was so fucking hot, I wasn’t even in her, she was saying that my sperm felt good on her privates, she loved humping anything that had my semen embedded in it. I resolved to come on a couple more items, who the fuck knows, toothbrushes, wine bottles, things she could hump easily, to get her close to the semen, the source of goodness.
But yeah, I realize how this sounds. I’m a contrary motherfucker because I’d just gone on this long rant about how Ellie couldn’t have a baby, we weren’t having unprotected sex, all that bullshit, and now I was getting my rocks off watching her illicit gyrations as she fucked my semen into herself. So what the hell was wrong with me? I’d just promised myself that I wasn’t going to fuck her bare, that I wasn’t going to let naked dick get into sweet cunt for fear of getting Ellie pregnant. And yet now, I was letting her do this. I was letting her, no I wanted her to grind that sweet fertile pussy down on the cum-filled loofah, my sperm undoubtedly swimming into her, slipping into that sweet, musky interior channel. Fuck, fuck, what was wrong with me? Why was I such a mass of contradictions? Fuck my life, I was a dead man.
But as Ellie shrieked, thighs clenching, pussy spasming uncontrollably, those big breasts jiggling, I roared too, from just watching her. Because it was so worth it. The girl was so beautiful, sensuous, and so innocent … and shit, but I wanted it all. It didn’t matter that I’d bought her at auction, didn’t matter that we were here because of my wealth. I wanted to know this woman in every way, shape and form, taking everything she had to offer.
CHAPTER TEN
Ellie
“Wow,
this is nice,” I murmured appreciatively as we stepped into the mansion. Because we were at Troy’s place now, he’d brought me to his house in the suburbs of New Jersey. I’d always thought of Jersey as being a nothing state, the poor sister of New York, but no, this suburb was gated, quiet, the mansions set back from the road, with lush lawns and exquisite landscaping.
And Troy’s mansion was the jewel of the community. His home was a huge, stone building that looked about three stories with a gracious entryway and a curving double staircase that led upstairs. I looked around, eyes wide with awe but then a sense of mischief got a hold of me.
“Isn’t this a little big for you?” I asked with a smile, turning to look at the big man over my shoulder. “Or do you have boarders, people who sublet?”
Because if it’d been my family, they would have turned this place into a rooming house, collecting as much rent as possible. It was the only way to stay afloat these days and the supplemental income was much needed. Besides, all this space was positively decadent, like chocolate and caramel syrup swirled together. I could see a grand living room on one side, and a sitting room on the other, ornately decorated, expensive art on the walls, the curtains gracious swags of silk, even a sculpture on a table that looked priceless to my untrained eye.
But the big man merely dropped a bunch of shopping bags on the ground, looking around himself, taking in his home as if seeing it for the first time.
“Yeah, it’s a little big,” he acknowledged wryly. “But I got it at a good price, bought it from a developer for a song.”
I laughed. What was a song? Twenty million? Thirty? The big man just grunted again, squeezing my ass as he passed me to go into the kitchen.
“Come on baby, let’s get something to eat, I’m hungry,” he rumbled.
And I trailed behind him, oddly at ease even though I was technically Mr. Black’s prisoner. Because things were good between us. I hadn’t known what to expect after our sensuous bath, I thought I’d be locked up in the compound and Troy would come and use me whenever he saw fit. I’d lack for nothing of course, my every need would be met with gourmet food, massages, manicures, every luxury at my disposal. But a prison is still a prison, and all the bells and whistles in the world couldn’t disguise what I was really there for.
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