Their Courtesan: Billionaire Menage Romance

by Cynthia Dane

  “You keep saying that. Why?”

  Now this man was asking her questions like that during sex he paid for? Curious. Judith wanted to fuck now. “There’s a reason you requested a woman who wasn’t intimidated by your friend Mr. Johnson. Trust me, sir. I’ll let you know if I can’t handle it. I think you might be surprised, though. You think you’re the first big dick to come waltzing in here? Please. Don’t be so kind to your ego.”

  She played a dangerous game. If she bruised his ego too much, she might ruin the night, and there went her nice paycheck. On the other hand? It could work in her favor, and she had a good feeling that Miguel was the kind of man who wanted to hear that, whether he knew it or not.

  It had the effect she wanted. Within two more seconds, Miss Judith King, one of the highest paid ladies of the night in America, was at the mercy of a son of Monaco.

  He didn’t even fuck her yet. Not with his cock. He was inside of her nonetheless, slamming his fingers in deep, hard. His other arm cradled her against his chest, where she spent all of her moans and gasps of pleasure. Because this guy? This guy? He knew how to finger a woman. Even jaded ones like Judith.

  He’s doing it to get you wet enough to take him. How nice of him, she supposed. The more they played, the more she realized he probably hired his girlfriends because they didn’t ask questions and had experience in these things. Judith certainly did. A guy with a fuckton of money walked in and said, “I’m going to fuck you, and you will do what I say?” She would more than likely drop her panties right there and ask him what position he wanted her in.

  “Don’t lie to me,” Miguel growled, as Judith shuddered in his arms with a little wail. Two of his fingers were lodged so deep inside of her that her core had no choice but to hold on to them with every drop of strength it had. “I don’t want to hear your fake moans. If you don’t like it, you can tell me. I’ll dictate what we do, but I’m not going to waste my time unless I’m getting the real deal out of you.”

  Waste time. Waste time.

  “I’m not lying!” Judith clutched his chest. Those dark hairs brushed against her fingertips, enticing her to inhale his masculine scent. Some of me is in that too. Every time he pulled a finger out of her, that became more apparent. “Don’t believe me? Put your face down there and see for yourself.”

  If Judith talked back enough, she might get to charge him for some punishing. A round of spanking was an easy grand to make. And hot.

  She didn’t actually think Miguel would go down on her. The only men who willingly did that were the submissive beta males who wanted to serve her. Miguel was not that type. Not to say the dominant types didn’t love to eat some pussy, but they didn’t pay women for the honor. There was that one guy who specifically visited to fuck Judith after she had been with another man – and hadn’t washed up. He was an anomaly. A funny one, but an anomaly.

  Yet she was soon tossed back onto her bed, legs pulled apart once more so Mr. Bolivar could dive between them and taste what he had done to her.

  Fuck it. Judith was going to ride this pony until it didn’t go anymore.

  The man’s tongue was rough. Not just in texture, but in the way it handled her clit, her folds, and the depths of her aching core. Okay. Okay! Fuck me already! He was damn good at punching his tongue inside her and opening the way for his cock. Yes, yes, this was a man who had lots of experience, not just with women, but pleasuring them. He knew it was to his benefit to make sure she enjoyed herself. She would be relaxed. More inclined to take what he offered. What man didn’t like to feel a woman come around his cock? That’s what Judith wanted to believe in this job, anyway.

  Perhaps not every part of her was jaded yet.

  “Don’t move,” Miguel growled, pulling his body on top of hers. That large, hard cock rested on her stomach, precum dripping on her skin. Oh, fuck! Judith had no idea if she stretched her legs open on her own accord or if it was him doing it for her. She didn’t care. She was ready either way. This is going to be the best twenty-grand I’ve ever made. “I’m completely taking over from here.”

  He knelt between her legs, one hand firmly around his cock – not even he could completely wrap his palm around it – and the other holding her leg open. His visage announced he was about to split her open.

  “Whoa, whoa.” The miracle of the day was that she wasn’t completely dick-drunk yet. Usually that required having a dick in her already, but Miguel was a special case. “The condoms are right over there.”

  He snorted again. “How much for bareback?”

  “I’m required to tell you that’s not allowed for regular clients.”

  “Yes, yes, you must cover your hot ass.” He lightly smacked it. A normal gesture around those parts, but Judith whimpered from the stinging impact anyway. “Now tell me what your rate is for bareback.”

  Damn, this guy was experienced with professional women. Most would grumble and then put a jacket on their fellas before driving hard into Judith, sometimes for two minutes, sometimes for a whole ten. Miguel? Somehow he knew that a woman could be persuaded to do things even further off the books.

  Judith took these requests on a case by case basis. How much did she – or did she not – want a guy to shove his cock in without a condom? There were risks with that. Not pregnancy, since she had one of the toughest IUDs around, but all that other crap that came with the job. Usually she told the guy no, and that it was non-negotiable. Sometimes, with a guy like Miguel? Bonus. Money and pleasure.

  “Five-thousand for no condom.” She was serious about that number, too. Actually? She was giving him a slight discount. Because he was turning her on like crazy. I kinda wanna feel that thing inside me.

  “Right. Now you know what I’m going to ask next?”

  “Three grand on, seven grand in.”

  “Twelve grand on top of the fifteen to fuck you?” Miguel grinned, hands sliding up her abdomen and settling in her cleavage. His cock was about one inch from attempting penetration. “Twenty-seven grand to come in a woman as lovely as you. That’s almost a bargain.”

  “You said money wasn’t an issue.” Judith grinned back at him. “It’s the fifteen if you put on a condom, as long as you keep the coming to inside it.” Few men wanted to do that. She usually ended up charging them the three for coming on her tits, mound, or ass. It was extra for her face. “But you said it wasn’t an issue…” She stretched her arms over her head, pushing her ass up so Miguel had a fantastic view of the place he wanted to stick his cock. See how wet I am? See how relaxed I am? Nobody will take you like I take you, Mr. Bolivar. With any luck, she would love every moment of it. Thousands of dollars and a great lay. Not bad for a night’s work.

  “It’s not an issue. Maybe I wanted to hear you talk about taking my cum inside of you.”

  “What are you waiting for? Fuck me already.”

  His low, rumbling growl passed from his body to hers. The fury of trembles taking her over made Judith close her eyes and feel nothing but the heat in her core expanding already. Fuck, I am crazy wet. On her folds, on her thighs, down her ass… if Miguel didn’t take this prime opportunity, they would both regret it forever.

  “With pleasure.”

  With most men, that hard, splitting sensation between her legs would only come after a well-endowed man was all the way in. (Or maybe a man who simply really knew how to use it.) But no. Judith knew, even though her whines increased and her body struggled to stay relaxed, that she only felt the head of his cock right now. It pushed farther, slowly, testing how willing she was to have him. I’m willing. I’m right here with my legs spread far and wide for you, sir. The more he entered her, the more she truly believed that. Perhaps this moment was so transient that she would barely remember it a year from now. She would at least be able to say that she wanted it so much that her body cried out for his. This man she barely knew.

  He could be lying about who he was. Probably not, given where she worked and the type of clients who came in, but even if he was? Who.
Fucking. Cared.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered, completely giving her body over to the intense sensations making their way through her. Miguel groaned too, an animalistic sound that was rare enough in Judith’s life. I can’t… oh fuck I can’t take anymore. Yet her body surprised her in how willing it was to accommodate this man. Judith hadn’t doubted her own abilities, but this was crazy even for her! “Holy shit you’re big!”

  “I know.” Miguel pinned her to the bed. His cock pulled out enough to give her relief – and then slammed in.

  She screamed. Oh, it hurt at first. How could it not? Yet it was the delectable kind of pain that made her beg for more. Judith was a trained dominatrix, but she loved to give herself over to the right Dom. While she would never advertise herself as a lifestyle switch, it was moments like these that made her consider going full sub. Too bad she would be leaving too much Domme money on the table!

  That’s right. He’s going to be gone soon. Judith was torn between living in the moment and thinking to the future already. A future where Miguel was nothing more than that one guy from Monaco who stretched her out until her brain was in another universe.

  “You’re tight,” he grunted.

  She shook her head. Words? What were words?

  The worst part wasn’t having him inside her – it was having him leave her, completely pulling out and seeing how quickly she replaced the arousal he took from her. Now that was torture. Who knew that it was possible to miss a man like that already? Judith was usually relieved to be done with it, even if she enjoyed it. Not this time. She patiently awaited him to enter her again.

  He did. His cock went in more easily this time, but not without another wail of disbelief falling from Judith’s lips.

  His steady rhythm, while shallow, was enough to make her groan so loudly that her neighbors probably heard her. She hoped that Holly especially was jealous of how good she felt right now. After a while, you learn to tell the fake moans from the real ones. This was real!

  Should she say something? Yell how good he was? Shout his praises? Shriek that she had never had a moment like this before, even though she was who she was? No. Miguel was not a man showing off. He knew who he was, what he was, and what he had, but he didn’t need Judith to tell him all of that. Confident, self-assured men were like kryptonite to Judith. Having a great cock that made her feel things she never thought she could experience? Goodbye.

  Miguel pulled out, sighing. Satisfaction? Disappointment? Judith was so far gone in the moment that she couldn’t tell at first. All she knew was that she was sad it was over for now. He could have come and I probably wouldn’t have noticed.

  “Ride me.”

  That’s all he said as he sat, legs straight and cock sticking up. It glistened in her arousal.

  Judith was incredulous. “Huh?”

  “I must have a stuttering problem tonight. Either that or my accent is thicker than I thought it was.” He grabbed the top of his cock and gave it a rough tug. The look of sudden desire on his countenance made Judith shudder where she lay. Damn. I’d pay him to jerk off for my amusement. “I told you to ride me.”

  There were a lot of untold words in his statement. Because it was easier? Because he didn’t want to work for it? Because watching her bounce on his cock was hotter than driving it into her? Judith wasn’t paid to ask these questions. She was paid to obey, and obey she would. Albeit slowly, because she was under a serious spell.

  Judith was going to face him as she straddled his legs, but Miguel shook his head, gesturing for her to turn around. Judith stretched her legs over his, the man’s hand steadying his cock as she spread her folds over that dripping wet head.

  Was this supposed to be easier? Judith supposed. Easier was relative when she wanted to do nothing but ride his cock until they both came… and that was easier said than done.

  His hand grazed her hip. “Take your time.” That voice, while full of lust and vigor, was also amazingly clear for a man whose cock was this hard and ready to fuck her.

  Take her time, huh? He didn’t know who he dealt with. Judith wanted this cock, and she wanted it now. If that meant bracing against his legs and feeling her body expand in ways she didn’t know it could? Better.

  Miguel gripped her hips and gently eased her down on his cock. “Fuck…” Judith’s words were continuously lost to the warm air of her room. Incense had disappeared. All the rosy hues around her bed could do was obscure how good this must have looked. Wonder if he would let me fuck him in front of an audience. She would charge a thousand bucks per pair of eyes.

  She looked down. His cock was halfway in, her nether lips pulled apart to let him enter. Her arousal glistened on both her skin and his. When she eased up before going down again, she saw it – her warm silk dripping down that beautiful cock. I am such a fucking slut. She didn’t need to be paid to do this. The money was a bonus. At this point Judith was so in lust for this gentleman that…

  That…

  Oh. He had reached around and started rubbing her clit. So much for any thought or reason formulating in her sex-addled brain.

  Miguel was around her. On her. In her. While his cock speared her below, his arms wrapped firmly around her, hand cupping her breasts and bringing her pleasure. The hair growing on his face delightfully entertained Judith’s neck. His lips? Blowing warm air against her ear, nipping her flesh, and whispering the dirtiest shit she had ever heard a man so nicely say.

  “Fuck my cock, mi amour.” His grunts were so virile that Judith almost came from them. “I want to be so deep inside you that you completely lose your mind. When I come in you, we’ll both die.”

  Hofuckingboyokaysothatwashot.

  Judith unleashed a cry of unfettered pleasure when Miguel thrust into her, hard, harder. He was right. This position was a lot easier, but it also put more pressure on Judith’s body. She had to hold herself up and remember to breathe. “Oh my God!” she cried, and sometimes she followed that exclamation up with, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Miguel’s strength was unrivaled. Unfuckingprecedented. He managed to hold her in his arms, stroke her clit, and keep her still enough to let him drive his cock up into her. Gravity was the only thing bringing his hips down to the bed. If he had his way? He probably would’ve suspended them both in the air and finished her that way.

  Haha. Like he was going to finish her like this. That wasn’t controlling enough. Domineering enough. Miguel wouldn’t be satisfied until he had her coming beneath his body.

  “I want you.” That declaration was followed by Judith hitting the bed, face buried in her own comforter as Miguel yanked her ass into the air and drove himself into her from behind. Oh my God! He’s all the way in! The comforter muffled Judith’s screams. Barely. “I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know where you fucking are anymore.”

  Here was hoping!

  The amount of men Judith had been with was moot. She could have been with one other. She could have been with a hundred. It could not possibly have mattered because not a single one of those men compared to this moment. Not even a woman of Judith’s standing had felt like this before. So controlled, so taken, so wanted. Miguel may have been paying her, and they may have gotten down to business within minutes of meeting, but all that aside… this was definitely in the top five sexual experiences she ever had. I’ve had thousands.

  Miguel pressed against her back, driving his cock between her spread legs, making her take every blissfully agonizing inch of him. When he wasn’t hunting down her core, he was spreading her opening. Her mouth was nowhere near him, but she choked. Once. Twice. Several times. Her inner walls were a prison, forced to swallow him as he thrust into her with such intensity that Judith feared she might split in two. What a way to go, though. Should she be lucky enough to go to Heaven, she hoped St. Peter wouldn’t ask her what had brought here there. A cock bigger than your head, that’s for sure!

  The most amazing thing was how her body was able to take it. Every part of her wanted him. Wanted this encoun
ter. As difficult as it was at times, Judith firmly believed that she could not trade it for anything. Take away the money. She would still do this. Her body was an avatar of lust, need, and desire. Somewhere in the cosmos there was an entity being renewed because of her efforts.

  I’m gonna come.

  The thought occurred to her as her center suddenly tightened around Miguel’s cock. By now he kept himself firmly inside of her, balls spanking her ass with every thrust. Grunts, groans, and filthy words of pleasure filled the air. I’m gonna come. Judith’s knees tried to ran away from her. Her chest became the most sensitive place on her body, nipples shuddering against her bedspread. Her brain was checking out of reality. Her core? In absolute awe that it could be stimulated like this.

  “I’m gonna come!” she screamed. Her voice echoed against her face. The bed banged against the wall. Miguel fucked her faster, answering her orgasmic call with one of his own.

  Holy fucking shit did his cock swell. Judith’s body stroked him for all its worth, determined to take every drop he could possibly offer her. Please be a lot. Please be a lot! She wanted his seed to fill her until it covered his own cock, until it poured from her, until it took over her bed and remained a permanent reminder of his visit. If only things worked that way…

  His own voice rose to her call. Soon, Miguel roared, his cock consuming her as it unleashed a torrent of warmth, his claim on her.

  Judith was at a loss for words. Indeed, she was at loss for breath and clarity as well. It has never, in my life, felt like this before. Her whole body responded to his orgasm. Taking him. Siphoning the seed from his cock. Clenching around him, afraid to let him go. It was a piece of paradise that froze her in time and made her experience the strangest calming sensation flooding her body.

  “Good God,” Miguel moaned, stopping his thrusts and letting his cock rest inside of her. “That was fantastic.” Eventually, he began pulling out. His grunts informed Judith that what he saw and felt pleased him greatly. Soon she felt it too – pouring from her body, as she hoped it would. Her fingers went between her legs and felt the results of this crazy encounter. That is a serious hole I’ve got going on. No surprise. Amazing, but no surprise.