by Daphne Dawn
Before she can settle down too much I rise and meet her mouth so that she can kiss me and taste herself. It turns me on to see her submit with such pleasure to my control. She's kissing me furiously, aching for more, desirous of nothing but me inside of her.
I take my sweet time because I want to tantalize her but it's just as hard on me. My cock is literally pounding, dying to feel Sienna's tightness.
I kiss her breasts some more and bite her nipples so that I can feel her slightly shake with anticipation of what's to come.
"Tell me what I want to hear," I say and she knows what I mean.
She looks away, blushing, not wanting to admit that she needs me to dominate her.
"Come on," I place my cock so that just the tip is entering her.
Then I pull out and slide my shaft along her pussy lips, up and down, so that she feels what she's missing. It works because the torment is written across her face.
"Fine, okay, mercy," she says with a sexy flush to her cheeks, at once playing with me but knowing she is at my fucking mercy. "Leo, I want you and only you...and mostly I want that gigantic cock inside of me now."
I plunge right in and the relief I feel is damn near glorious at finally being in her. She feels so fucking wet and tight.
She pulls my face towards her and looks up at me. I can't help but peer down at her and then we connect in that special way. She knows it. I know it. We have something unique.
I thrust in and out. She spreads her legs open for me to reach the maximum depth that I can. My cock is hitting up against the back of her sweet wetness. Her hands are on my ass pulling me in closer but the whole time we're fucking our eyes are affixed on one another.
She's exquisite...my soul mate.
I push in and out, ever deeper, and soon she's gushing and euphoria is written across her face. She's calling my name and convulsing. The effect of seeing her come undone, so genuinely happy to have me inside her, well it makes me unleash.
I blast my cream into her sopping wet pussy. She's crying out and loving every minute of it.
"Leo, I'm coming again. Fuck..."
This girl, my God, she's got the ability to come so much. Every night she's having multiple orgasms.
I collapse on top of her. She strokes the beads of sweat that coat my back. I fall to the sheets and she nestles up to me.
It's all over. Even I'm done for. Exhausted beyond repair. We curl into each and fall into a happy sleep knowing our future's at last secure.
Sienna
I smooth my hands over the short black wig that I wore my first night of being an escort. It's kind of an ode to the past and it's also part of the seduction package that I'm willing to put on.
I own the Inner Sanctum now, and in all seriousness, it's still just as sexy as ever. Only now instead of having to be groped by that disgusting old man Roger, or any of his clients, I'm in charge. And I ensure my girls are kept safe.
I walk out onto the floor where the big players are hedging their bets. Just like that very first night, I can feel his eyes on me from across the room. I look up, and instead of anger at me being handled by some other guy, desire is written all over his face.
He mouths the words, "I love you."
I feel my pulse start to race as things in the Inner Sanctum begin to heat up. This is only the beginning, and it's like this every night.
I take my place among the women.
I sell them to eager people for a very high price.
They relish the attention...and, of course, the money. Everything is safe and kept above board. My clients feel like winners because they are.
Flanked by beautiful women, each one has the chance to be envied. Our little sanctum is in the envy of all of Vegas.
Everyone wants in, but only a select few are allowed. This ups the IT factor. We’re the place to see and be seen.
I play host to celebrities, millionaires, and billionaires who all want in on the game. My pleasure, though, lies in being watched by one man...Leo.
He runs this casino and he runs this town. With me by his side, we’re both actually happy for once in our lives.
Only time will tell how thoroughly we can make up for the past, but trust me, Leo makes every night feel like I've hit the jackpot.
He takes me to new heights, the bliss and pleasure beyond description. Yet it always hinges on these beginning moments of tantalizing temptation when the evening's just starting and he can't yet have me.
I take the new girl, Emily, across the room to meet the richest power players in town. She deserves it. She’s young and beautiful and trying to pay for college. I told her to give me a week and I'd have her all paid up.
"Get ready, honey, you're about to go big."
I take her up to the poker table that's hidden from view by many layers of velvet curtains. This is where I keep the best of the best.
"Who do you have for us tonight, Sienna?" one of the richest billionaires in town asks. His name is Gary, and he's one of my favorites.
"This is Emily. She's about to make your night very exciting. Just give her a chance to get comfortable and by the end of the night I'll see you eating from the palm of her hand."
They laugh and accept Emily into the fold. Lucky girl that she found me. The other operations in town are just terrible, and I hate to think of how many women lose themselves to men who have no respect for them, who force themselves on them.
It's sad, but my brother Jax is going about trying to change all that. He was reelected as Senator, and he's even earned my respect for turning the tables on the escort industry. He sees my vision now, and it didn't take long. It's what I thought I was getting myself into when I started, it's what all women think. But now we’ve made that a reality.
Jax is taking sexual abuse to the Senate floor, and from what I hear, he’s making headway.
As for me? I'm happy here with Leo and don't plan on changing anything anytime soon. We've made a little love nest in the penthouse apartment.
I call it home because home is wherever Leo is. We could live in a cardboard box for all I care. He'd still be mine and I would be his...forever.
We're about to make it official but I'm no bridezilla. Leo's trying to get me to plan a really big wedding but we're married already in our hearts and minds so I don't see what the big deal is.
If it were up to me we'd go down to the Little Vegas Wedding Chapel and get it done tonight. As it is, I think he's sweeping me away to Venice or something for the nuptials. All I care about is the honeymoon and I've made that perfectly clear. Me plus him on a beach equals Pleasure Island.
He's staring at me now in that way of his—the one that makes me need to go change my panties—and I wonder if we'll even make it to the beds tonight or if he'll have to fuck me in the powder room of the Inner Sanctum first.
I pretend I don't notice his gaze that's trailing me as I make my way to the bar. My silver dress hits the floor just right, making it look like I'm floating, my perfect goddess filthy only for me.
As soon as I order my very dirty vodka martini, he's at my side whispering about all the dastardly things he plans to do to me tonight.
"No, Leo, I'm trying to work." I pretend to give him the rub off.
"But I want you in the penthouse wearing nothing but that garter belt I know you have on. I want to rip it off with my teeth."
His whispered words almost make me come right here. Having Leo talk to me that way, when he tells me what he'll do, well, I have to press my legs tightly together just to avoid making a mess of my new silver dress.
"Leo,” I say with a teasing wag of my finger, “I have to take care of Emily, my new charge. Besides the night's hardly begun."
I wave at someone, Andrea—the CEO of a new cosmetics line called Flash that's making waves in the beauty industry. It's nice to have connections. I've previously set her up with one of my male escorts and she wasn't disappointed.
My guys can make any woman ruin their panties upon first sight. They're all d
azzling, ripped, and most of all, they know how to show my women clients the time of their lives. Many a girls’ trip happens here if they're exclusive enough to get in.
I'm taking in my success, the business, everything—it’s beautiful, and yet I have Leo here impatiently growling in my ear that he's ready to fuck.
"Fine, baby, let's go upstairs. I can hardly wait myself."
He leads me out of the Sanctum through a back exit, and all the while his fingers are tracing the line of my ass.
"Get ready for a long night, Sienna. I’m going to make you mine."
"It always is, Leo. With you it always is. And don’t you know yet? I’ve always been yours."
Hard & Fast
By Vivien Vale & Natalie Knight
Copyright 2017 by Crimson Vixens
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.
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1
Braden
My name is Braden Masterson and I'm a fucking legend.
As the head of an elite underground racing circuit in the most exciting city in the world, I’m the man that everyone wants to know, and the man that very few do.
Basically, I'm the most exclusive man in town and I like to keep my life and my affairs private. I'm the VIP that you just can't get access to.
I make it happen. I'm where the excitement begins and I'm the fucking life of every party. If you don't know me, you've likely heard whispers of me, tales of the legend.
I can’t keep a low profile, though, because of the operation I run. High-profile underground racing is no easy feat to accomplish unless you have power. In this industry, money is power. Lucky for me, I have more fucking money than I know what to do with.
The cops themselves shut down the streets of Manhattan just to make my dreams possible. Of course, it means I offer sizable donations to fund their retirement accounts but it's a small price to pay for the freedom of going fast.
Fast is how we roll. We’re collectively known as The Billionaires Club. The authorities allow it because we have so much damn money and all of us have one-of-a-kind, custom-made, souped-up race cars.
Hell, some of the cops even attend our races. It's an honor to be invited and it's such an underground scene that it's got that whole element of intrigue that attracts people. The cops close down certain roads within the city for construction—then the fun begins.
I'm part of the club, but most people consider me to be the best of the best. There's a reason for that. I have an edge. I almost always win because I have access to some of the best engine technology in the industry. My cars have the most high-performing engines, ones I developed myself.
Is all of this boring you? Well, it doesn't bore me. You see, engine performance equals winning, which means raking in a metric fuck-ton of money. The tiniest details matter because every second gained or lost is equivalent to about $10 million.
Now that you understand the social status of this club, maybe you can appreciate the level I'm at.
All this power I have in my hands automatically makes me the hottest bachelor in the city. To some, I'm a ghost, a phantom that they've only heard about but can’t get their hands on. But to others who have the privilege of knowing me, I'm a fucking god. I have women lining the streets just to get one taste of my cock.
In fact, right now, one begging to wrap her lips around my cock and give me a blowjob. She's a leggy brunette with fake tits and fake lips. She looks like a goddamn blow up doll. She's also the hottest girl I've seen tonight and that's why she's here.
"Hey baby, it's time," I say as I lean against the hood of my latest creation, a beautiful race car that I've named Desire.
I don't know this girl's name, but I definitely know her type. She's wearing an expensive dress and everything about her screams high-maintenance. Not uncommon around our racing unit.
She's probably been with a couple of billionaires already, maybe even tonight, and she gets off on the money and the power. Who wouldn't?
It’s obvious she really wants to please me, so she bends over the hood and starts sucking my cock really hard. She immediately starts to deep-throat it, and that's the kind of woman I like.
"That's it, baby, take it deeper," I say.
My tone drips with seduction. All I can think about is having her take in more and more of me.
She takes a pause so that she can use her hand to encircle my now slippery cock. Her strokes speed up as she works her way up and down my thick length. I'm not really in this for a hand job, though, so I try to force her head back down on my shaft.
But she's got other plans in mind. She bends down low and starts to tease and suck my balls. It's so fucking hot, and I can feel myself tensing up from the feeling of her lips around me.
Once I've had enough, I grab her head and force it onto my cock once again. I need those lips around me. She deep-throats me once again like it's her mission in life to please.
The entire length is stuffed down her throat and she can't get enough. She's moaning and crying, and I feel the vibrations all around my shaft. Her head bobs up and down, and I think this is fucking glorious.
I look up at the array of stars and think what a perfect fucking moment this is. I've got a girl sucking my cock as I lay down on the hood of my newly equipped race car under a vast, enormous sky. What more can a man ask for?
I'm one with nature and the race and everything beyond. But one thing I’m fucking sure of—I'm not one with is this girl. She's just one in a thousand that I've been with. Nothing about her tells me it's gonna last.
I'm weary of being with so many women that mean shit to me. But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna seize the opportunity to have my cock sucked whenever I want.
I love the enthusiasm of this one. She simply can't get enough. And I don't blame her.
I fist my fingers in her hair and hold her head steady as I pump my hot cum down her throat. She sucks up every last drop and continues to suck me even after I'm done, drawing out my pleasure.
She pulls off my cock with a pop and says, "Braden, mmm, you taste so good. You want to go back to your place?"
Fuck no. If this girl thinks she's gonna see me outside of this moment, she's got another thing coming. She should know I don't stick around. It's my well-established reputation. Besides, I've got other things to do. I let her down as gently as possible.
"No honey, I gotta run. But hey, maybe I'll see you at the next race."
I leave her with at least a shred of hope. Besides, who says it won't happen again? If I need to get off quickly, I can always count on her. And I know she'll be at every race she's invited to, looking for me and hoping that I pay her one ounce of respect and attention.
She wipes the sticky cum from her lips, and I take my keys and get in the car, giving her the signal that it’s time for her to leave.
She's not coming with me. I have a gala to attend. I rev my engine and leave her in a trail of dust to find her own ride home. I mean, fucking come on. Surely, she knows how these things work.
There’s a gala after every major race. It's going to be a hell of a party, one that only billionaires know how to throw.
I'm anxious to get there and away from this girl now I've had my fill.
I take my car to the city streets where everything is legal. Back to fucking reality.
2
Jenna
This gala is awesome but I have to admit I'm a little bored. It's just the same old thing after every race. I’ve been to a lot of these, and frankly, it’s not that impressive anymore.
Yes, I'm in a prime position of power that a lot of people woul
d love to be in. I'm the head of development for a racing company—make that an underground racing company. Obviously, I oversee much of the research that goes into creating the fastest cars in the world.
I'm a storehouse of insanely valuable information, and most of these billionaire racers and the people that work under them would love to have me on their side.
What can I say? I'm a fucking genius. And I take pride in that. I think of myself as slightly above all these people, even though they have money to spare—more than I do. But I'm used to being smarter than everyone, and maybe that gives me a bit of an ego. So what if it does?
It takes a lot for something to spark my interest. I like to live a fast-paced lifestyle, and I guess that's why am attracted to racing. This underground club is just my scene.
Technically, nobody in my life knows what I do. I haven't exactly filled my family in on the fact that I work for billionaires to race illegally down closed-off New York City streets. But hey, I don't have to explain myself to anybody.
I'm happy with my life and I'm more than happy with my job. There's only one thing I'm not happy with—my love life. Or lack thereof.
I guess you could say I have high standards. But I consider that to be a good thing. The downside is I'm always alone. Rarely does a man reach my level of sophistication.
There's only one man in town that does a thing for me. And I'm basically here to scope him out to see if he arrives.
Braden fucking Masterson.
He's the hottest guy in town and the hottest guy in the racing circuit. I've had my eye on him for a long time. But, I figure I'm one of many. He always has a different girl on his arm every...single...night.
He doesn't have to work for women and I don't blame him. He's a genius himself, developing cutting-edge technology that I'd love to get my hands on.
