Road Warriors

by Alexandra Stone

  “Oh fuck I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Please Damian, don’t stop licking me,” I yelled out like a wanton banshee. Damian moaned and grasped my ass while I squirmed around. Edward lifted his head from my breasts and watched Damian lick me.

  “I want to fuck you Alice,” Edward said. I arched my eyebrows at him. Damian stopped licking me and sort of motioned to Edward. Edward got on top of me and pushed himself between my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his back. His back was strong and firm and I could feel his muscles move when he moved. He was a perfect form of a man, like a statue. He guided his cock inside me and pushed in slow. I took him in inch by inch as he moaned loudly. He licked my lips with his tongue and then began to move his hips in a swinging motion fucking me. I sighed in pleasure. This felt unbelievably good and knowing that Damian was watching me made me even more turned on. I looked around the room to find him and saw that he was now completely naked and he was touching himself as he watched. It was so fucking hot.

  “I like watching you take cock,” he said to me.

  “I like watching you touch yourself,” I responded.

  Edward kissed my neck a little and then continued fucking me harder. He was so tall that his head was a good foot above mine. I nestled my face in his strong chest licking him here and there. He was such a big man. I loved it and felt like a little darling petite woman. It felt delicious. I felt myself on the brink again and in seconds I was yelling out that I was cumming once more. Then I felt Edward’s muscle get tight and he was in the process of releasing as well. He groaned and moaned while he came. It was fucking hot. After a few seconds of recovery time he pulled out of me. I felt Damian move in closer. There would be no rest for me, and I longed to feel him inside me again. Would it feel the same?

  “Are you ready for me Alice?” he asked.

  “Almost,” I said.

  He stopped and looked at me. I rolled over and got on all fours on the chaise lounge. I looked back and Damian over my shoulder. He grinned and moved in closer. Smack! He slapped my ass and I felt it jiggle just a little bit, and I felt the sting of his handprint. Then he grabbed my ass cheeks and parted them and pushed the tip of his cock in my pussy. He only pushed in the tip and then caressed my ass and squeezed it his hand. He was going slow and taking his time. I spread my knees a part a little more. He moaned and then pushed in another inch into my pussy. It felt very good in this position. It was my first time doing it doggy style and I liked it. It felt very different then the first time, but his cock felt the same. It was so thick and long and I slowly took more and more of it in while he watched. Edwards was sitting in the corner of the room with feet propped up and his hands clutched behind his head in the most relaxing sitting position possible. It was rather adorable.

  “Alice your ass is so sweet and perfect,” Damian said. Again his British accent made every word sound hot. Then he pushed his cock in further and was all the way inside of me. Then he started going in and out of me faster and I could feel his balls slap against me. I moaned and groaned and yelled like I had never done before. This was a fresh new experience and I liked being the young girl with the older men. It set me on fire and I had never felt so desirable in my life. I knew I had made the right decision by saying yes to these two gentlemen. This changed everything for me.

  “How does that feel? Do you like that? I think that you do,” Edward said from across the room.

  I looked back at him over my shoulder and smiled. Then I said, “It feels hot.”

  Damian moaned at my words and spanked me again. I knew he loved doing it. He moved his cock in and out groaning and moaning over my back with his hands firmly planted on my ass. He moved my body in the motion that he desired. Then he moved his hand down around my body onto my rose bud and massaged it. I arched back so that he could touch it even more. He fondled it with pressure and then I felt the sensations inside of me. I was ready to climax once more. I didn’t know a woman could cum this much, but I guess if you were with men that knew what they were doing, it wasn’t hard. I screamed out as I came. Damian moved his cock slower while moving his finger faster while I came. It was the perfect combination. When I was done cumming he pulled his cock out of me. He was not finished. He walked around to the other side of the chaise lounge and said, “Suck on my cock, just a little. Until I tell you stop,” he said.

  I was still on all fours on the chaise lounge, so his cock was now directly in front of me as he stood there. I put the tip in my mouth. I had only done this once before with a boyfriend a few months before. However I had never done it to an older man like this.

  I sucked on the tip lightly and just let my tongue guide me. I rolled my tongue around over it and then I lowered my mouth onto it. I sucked on it up and down like a popsicle. Damian moaned and his fingers played with my hair. I explored his cock with my mouth and then I licked it up and down. I think he had enough of watching and was ready to cum because he pulled away from me. He put his hands under my armpits and picked me up until I was standing on the chaise. “Wrap one leg around my waist,” he said. I picked up my leg while he pushed the tip of his cock inside me. Then he put his hand under my ass and said, “Now the other leg.”

  I wrapped both of my arms around his neck and pulled up my other leg around his waist while he carried me. As he picked me up his cock went full inside me. I pushed my face into his chest and kissed him. He bounced me up and down on his cock carrying me like this. I was so sensitive, since I had just cum that I yelled loudly. I couldn’t do anything else but yell, it was such an overwhelming sensation. A few minutes later Damian was yelling, “Fuck! I’m going to cum!”

  Then he set me down on the chaise and he laid on top of me, while still inside of me. I rested and caught my breath. We then moved into the bedroom. I stayed the night that night letting the men fuck me over and over. I couldn’t get enough of them. Just when I thought that I had enough, I would be aroused again only half an hour later. It was the most erotic experience of my life, and it was insane that it was only my second time having sex ever.

  The next morning I awoke to a beautiful sight. I went into the kitchen and saw that both men were making me breakfast.

  “Good morning. I thought that only your servants would cook in here,” I said playfully.

  “They are not here,” Damian said.

  “If we were at my place it would be the servants, but Damian here likes to cook breakfast,” Edward said.

  “What a coincidence. I like to eat breakfast,” I laughed.

  They both smiled at me and then I received a morning kiss and a bit of a fondle from each of them. Was this a dream? These two men were so gorgeous even in the morning, it was like having breakfast made for me by models. Just a few days ago I was an inexperienced virgin and now I was living like a sex goddess with a hot male harem of sorts. I had every luxury at my fingertips when they were around. It was too much to take in, but I just enjoyed it anyway. It was best to not overthink it.

  I spent half the day with them and then made my way home. They insisted that I take a chauffeured black car back to my home. I did but had the driver drop me a few blocks away. I could not take the chance of Samantha seeing me in their car, it would be too obvious and I didn’t know how she would take it. I don’t think it would be good. I am sure she would fire me because it was very unprofessional of me. I just could not help myself. I walked from the car the few blocks to my house. It began to rain and I did not have an umbrella with me. I was not the most prepared person in London. Everyone knew to always carry an umbrella, but I did not. I finally made it home undectected.

  After I dried off I sat at the kitchen counter drinking hot tea. Samantha came bursting in the door in that London always in a rush style.

  “Alice, I didn’t hear you come in last night. I am so sorry I feel like I’ve been neglecting you. Will you ever forgive me?”

  I smiled. It was unbelievable; she had no idea what had been going on. “Yes all good. How are you?”

  “Busy as ever, but
things have calmed a bit. Why don’t you take the weekend off? You deserve it. It will probably be busy again next week and I want you refreshed.”

  “Okay, thanks. I will,” I said drinking a hot cup of coffee. Just then I received a text message. It was from Drake. It read’ “We’ll pick you up at six this evening. Wear a dress.”

  I smiled to myself. These guys weren’t done with me and I was excited to know that. I quickly thought of a cover up and said, “Yes I think I will take a short trip. I’ve always wanted to go to Brighton. I’ll do a little weekend getaway treat for myself.”

  “That’s a great idea,” Samantha said. Then she gathered a few things and said, “I really have to go again. So sorry, but we can have some much needed girl time when you get back.”

  When six rolled around I stood outside the building when a black car drove up. The door opened. I peeked in and only Damian sat inside. I wondered what he had in store for me now? I climbed in and immediately he was kissing me. I loved it! It felt amazing to be worshipped like this. Damian finally pulled away and said, “Alice, I have a confession to make.”

  “That sounds mysterious I said.”

  He smiled and then laughed and said, “You were a virgin the first time we were together and I had no idea what to say about it. Why did you let me take your virginity like that? Why didn’t you say something?” he asked.

  I sat there frozen. That was not what I was expecting him to say to me. He kissed me softly and then I said, “Are you mad at me for not telling you?”

  He laughed, “No of course not. I wished I had known before we started fucking, but I still would have fucked you. However, the knowledge of it before hand would have been so fucking hot,” he said.

  “I guess I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to not fuck me if you found out. I wanted you. I wanted that experience. No first time with a boy my age would have been good like that. I needed it your way. I like it more,” I said.

  His eyebrows arched up as he realized just how naughty I was. It caught me off guard as well, but it was true. I wanted my first time to be exceptional with an older man and that is exactly what I got.

  “I like that sound of that my little virgin,” he said. He picked me up and plopped me across his cock. I was straddling him and I could feel that he was hard through his pants.

  “Now, will you fuck me before we go to dinner?” he whispered.

  “Yes, oh yes,” I breathed out as I pulled up my skirt to my waist. I wasn’t wearing panties and I pulled his cock out of his pants. He placed his thumb on my clitoris and pressed. I yelled out in ecstasy. Then I guided his cock inside me and I sat down on it, letting it slide in. We both moaned in delight. Then I put my hands on his shoulders and bounced up and down wildly, like a crazy banshee while he cupped my breasts in his hands. In seconds I was cumming and yelling. Moments later he released himself inside of me.

  A few minutes later we pulled up to the legendary West End to have dinner in a grand old dining room. It was beautiful and I enjoyed watching all the staff go into a panic when Mr. Rake and I walked in. Clearly he was very important V.I.P. clientele.

  It was a lovely dinner and I was on cloud nine that night. However, it all came to an end or so I thought.

  It had been two weeks since I had heard from Mr. Rake or Mr. Poleman at all. I felt silly for thinking it could become something more than just sex. These two men were older elegant dashing men and they probably only seriously dated successful women, and I was only starting out in life. I was barely a young girl of eighteen out of high school. I could not compete with the elegant women of London high society that they were used too. So, I let go of the dream after two weeks and decided to get on with my new London life. I went to museums, galleries, and of course the pub with people of my age. In London the drinking age is eighteen, not twenty one like in America, so it was something new to have fun with. I was starting to get a hang of working in the boutique and having my own social life among people of my age. However, back in my mind I was always thought about Mr. Rake. No one I met could compare to him. He was an older man with power and good looks, and knew how to fuck me. I wanted him still.

  Then one day, a month later, it happened. I was lounging around the London townhouse in the parlor looking through London fashion magazines. When my phone buzzed I was reluctant to look at it. I just assumed it was an unimportant immature gossip text from one of my new girlfriends. Finally out of curiosity I read it.

  The message read, “We’ll pick you up at three.”

  What?! I thought to myself. There was only one person that would send text like that. A text that was without explanation and so demanding and controlling, it had to be Mr. Rake and Mr. Poleman. Since the text did in fact say “we.” I jumped up and down and giggled. Three o’ clock was only an hour away. I quickly showered and got dressed and flew downstairs at three on the dot. The black car pulled up and Damian and Mark sat in the back seat. They both kissed me and held me close. Between kisses I said, “Where have you been? Did you miss me? Where are we going?”

  “Yes, I’ve missed you my little virgin. Sorry it’s been so long, I have a billion dollar empire to run and all,” Damian said.

  “We’re taking you somewhere but it’s a surprise,” Mark moaned.

  “You like surprises, don’t you Alice?” Damian asked.

  “Yes, I do,” I said.

  We made out in the back seat until the car finally came to a stop. I had no clue where we were but it was a good forty minutes in the car so I knew we had went far. When I got out of the car I was in complete shock. I looked around and could not believe where I was. The car was parked on the tarmac of the Heathrow airport in a private hanger. Before us was a private jet. What had I gotten myself into now? I looked at them with a questioning look. “You want me to get on that plane?”

  “That’s our plane, and yes,” Damian said.

  “And where is your plane going?” I asked.

  “You’ll have to get on it to find out?” Mark said.

  I smiled and hugged them both. I was not planning on adventure, but I was not planning on any of the things that had happened to me since coming to London. Now I was so grateful that I had left the small town and moved here. It really was a city of enchantment. So, I got on the plane. An hour later we landed in Reykjavik, Iceland. I had never seen a place so geographically beautiful before. There was steam rising from the Earth itself. Damian and Mark took me to their land, which had a beautiful hot spring pool. This was the most magic that I could ask for. I was with two older powerful men in an exotic land and it was just what I needed to make my change from a small town girl, to a woman of the world. We stayed there for the entire weekend and then I made my way back to London and my job. I continued to see Damian as lovers and had a hell of a year.

  THE END

  Billionaire Boss

  CHAPTER ONE

  Savannah Gentleman’s Club

  I always felt excited when I would see him come into the club. I had just moved to Savannah, Georgia from Ohio and I was quickly in love with the southern enchantment of the place. I found a job as a waitress at a gentleman’s club that resembled the parlors of the old days. This was not a strip club by any means; it was an elegant establishment with lush furnishings and modest entertainment. There were card tables, a few billiard tables, and cigars and brandy. The parlor had not changed since the Civil War. It was my second day on the job when I first saw him. He was a gorgeous older man and I was immediately drawn to him. My life, so far had been a complete mess and I felt like I was whirling out of control each day. I think this was why an older man always caught my attention. There was something about them that made me feel safe. This man was no exception.

  I watched as he walked down the aisle to his seat in his dark gray suit. His shoulders were broad, his dark locks of hair casually fell over his green eyes, and his full lips were soft and a pale pink. He had a manly scent to him that drove me crazy.

  I walked down the ai
sle in my club uniform with my brown hair pulled into an elegant side sweeping hairstyle. I had bright red lipstick on my full lips and fishnet stockings with shiny patent leather black heels. My tight pressed white shirt tucked neatly into my high waisted shorts. I looked more like a cigarette girl from the 1940s. I was pleasantly asking the patrons if they would like a drink and as I got closer to the attractive older man I began to get nervous. I was always nervous around attractive men. I was never good with them.

  “Would you like a drink sir?” I said to him.

  He looked up at me and gave me a knowing smile. His grin was captivating.

  “Of course,” he said in a thick southern accent. “Do you think I can get a brandy and a cigar?”

  “Yes, sir. I’ll bring it right over.”

  “Thank you,” he said.

  I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away and I felt myself getting aroused by his attention toward me. I did like it. I did my best to concentrate on my job through out the night, but it wasn’t easy.

  I handed the man a brandy and a cigar. “Here you are sir.”

  “It’s Reginald. Please call me Reginald,” he said winking at me.

  I nodded and walked away. He made me feel excited when he looked at me. I was nervous and had butterflies in my stomach. It was arousing and exciting. When the place was closing he came up to me and put his hand on my back. It felt good. His hand felt warm even through my waitress uniform. He smiled at me and said, “Until next time.” Then he stepped out of the parlor.

  Finally the day came when I saw him again, Reginald the elegant southern gentleman. When I saw him walk in, my mysterious southern gentleman looked just as attractive as I remembered. He sat down and then locked eyes with me. I smiled.

  He once again called me over and ordered a brandy. I set it on his table and he winked at me.

  Then I walked away to attend to the other patrons. Fifteen minutes later, Reginald asked for another brandy. When I handed him the drink he handed me the napkin that I had handed him earlier. He motioned to it. I looked down and saw that there was now writing on it. My eyes grew wide with excitement. I quickly put it in my pocket, as I did not want to get in trouble. I made my way to the back, where we prepare the food and drinks. I unfolded the napkin discreetly when no one is looking. It reads, “You are beautiful. Join me for dinner tomorrow tonight?”