by K D Grace
He blinked. ‘Seriously? The Billionaire Buys a Virgin Bride?’
She shrugged. ‘We get all kinds, Nick. We get all kinds. You’ll see after you’ve been here a while.’
‘So how does it go?’ he asked, laying his hand on the seat next to hers.
‘Well, there’s a bit of feeling up at The Wedding Chapel. We’re still arranging that. You know, the billionaire giving a grope beneath the taffeta to make sure he got what he paid for and then maybe letting his innocent bride feel the vigour of his manhood.’ She lowered her voice, squared her shoulders, and made a cock-stroking motion above her groin that left him chuckling.
‘So far I like it,’ he said.
‘After they say their “I dos”, they’re off in the limo with a little grope and play and the nervous bride begging her horny hubby to be gentle with her, but loving it oh so much when he touches her –’ she nodded down to her crotch and offered him a fake shy look as she nibbled her lip ‘– down there.’ Fake or not, it got his cock’s attention. She continued. ‘Then it’s off to the Cosmopolitan for the deflowering. The plot’s simple enough, but the changes in location complicate things.’
‘And who’ll you get to play the newlyweds?’
‘We’re lucky enough to have a couple coming in from London who have agreed to do it for us. They’re from the London branch of The Mount.’
Nick scooted closer. ‘Didn’t know there was more than one.’
‘There is,’ she said. ‘And these two are even more VIP than Mrs Keyser, so she’ll get a double treat, and so will the rest of us.’
‘So what do you think?’ He scooted still closer and laid his hand on her thigh. ‘Will the couple have room for a proper grope in my humble limo? Shall we find out?’ Before she had a chance to respond, he leant in and took her mouth. She gave only the slightest moan of protest accompanied by the smallest attempt to squirm away before she found herself up tight against the door. Then she slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer.
‘Mmm.’ She spoke against his lips with a flick of her tongue. ‘I think the happy couple will enjoy groping in your limo just fine, Nick.’
‘Well, there will be all that taffeta to contend with,’ he said. She gave a little yelp of surprise as he lifted her to straddle his lap. With hands at her hips, he rucked up her linen skirt until her muscular thighs rested on either side of his. He got just a glimpse of pale panties before she shifted her hips and raked her whole silk-covered crotch against his. He gasped and she let out a low chuckle.
‘Thought so,’ she said. ‘Thought I could see some serious swelling in the groinal area there, Mr Chase.’
‘And you’re not easing it any doing that,’ he said, shifting his arse into the dark leather and up to meet her raking.
‘Who said I was trying to ease it?’ She found a rhythm that was so getting him there. Then, with her gaze locked on him, she opened the buttons at the front of her top until the lace of a matching silk bra peeked from the breach. With a catch he didn’t notice until it was undone, she opened the front of the bra and eased the cups apart till he could see the rounded swell of cleavage and the tightened bud of nipple and areola. ‘You like my tits, don’t you, Nick?’ she said.
‘What? Is that a trick question?’
Still holding his gaze, she took him by the wrists, then bathed each palm with her very agile, very warm tongue, lingering to fellate several of his fingers in a way his empathetic cock totally appreciated before she guided his hands to her breasts. Her nipples puckered against his wet palms and she nibbled her lip and shivered at his cupping. ‘Mmm, you feel that right down to your cock, don’t you, Mr Chase?’ And Christ if she didn’t do some sort of grip and squeeze with her girlie muscles that felt like her pussy was kissing along the length of his cock. Astoundingly, he could feel those nibbles clear through her panties and his jeans.
The rocking and shifting intensified; her tongue did the tango with his. Reluctantly, he slid his hands away from her breasts and she moaned a protest into his mouth that quickly became a purr of pleasure as he cupped his hands under her tight arse, squeezing and kneading. Then he squirmed and shoved until he was lying in the seat on top of her, wriggling for position between her eagerly accommodating legs.
‘Oh God, Nick, don’t stop,’ she breathed against his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist. With each shift and thrust his still-clothed cock shoved the gusset of her panties deeper into the valley of her that swelled and pouted and opened, humid and undulating along his length.
He lowered his mouth to take her nipples in turn, and she fisted a tight hand in his hair to hold him to her breasts, as if he would go anywhere, as if he would want to be anywhere other than closer to Elsa Crane.
‘Your butt,’ he whispered, grinding particularly hard against her. ‘Is it still sore?’
‘Almost healed,’ she said, arching up to meet his thrust. ‘And anyway, who cares? What you’re doing definitely takes my mind off a sore butt.’
She bit back the last word, and her whole body trembled with orgasm.
‘Was that good?’ he whispered, feeling his cock surge in her pleasure. ‘Did you like that?’
‘Mmm,’ she managed, nodding her head in a wild cascade of auburn hair.
‘I have a condom,’ he whispered when she stopped trembling.
‘Other than that stiff, raking cock of yours, I don’t care what you have, just keep doing what you’re doing and let’s see what happens.’
He could feel her orgasm, wet against the front of his jeans. His cock jerked and strained and his balls felt like they were full of hot lead. The wetness of her panties pressed the silk against her pussy, intimating the shape of her with each undulation, driving it along the press of his jeans against his heft and creating delicious friction.
Elsa wriggled and rolled until they both nearly ended up on the floor in a wave of giggles before she righted herself and gained the upper position. ‘And now, Nick,’ she gasped. ‘I’m gonna return the favour and make you come in your pants.’
‘Elsa, no. Elsa …’ She slid down along the length of him so hard and so tight that he feared his jeans would combust from the friction, and then there was no thinking, there was not even any breathing. He would come in his pants. He would come in his pants for Elsa Crane and he would be fucking pleased to do it. Which was just as well because he was way past the tipping point, and Elsa knew it.
She ravaged his mouth and thumbed his nipples. ‘I want you to come now, Nick. I want to feel you spurt clear through your jeans. I want to feel your heat wetting me, burning me up.’
And how could he refuse? The limo shook beneath him as he unloaded in his jeans with Elsa squirming out another orgasm against his crotch. And God, they smelled great together! His jizz spiked with Elsa Crane’s salty sweet heat would have made the best perfumers drool. Then she fell forward on top of him with a heavy sigh.
When Nick could engage his brain enough to remember how to speak, he laughed. ‘Jesus, woman, if we have this much fun without taking our clothes off, I can’t wait to get you naked.’
‘Sadly, that’s not going to happen today,’ Elsa said. ‘You have training, and Beetle won’t be happy if you’re late. You can hardly go like that though.’ She eyeballed his wet crotch. Even in the just-shot-his-wad state, it made his cock surge. ‘I’ll have Pike come get you and show you where the showers are. I’ll have him bring you some jeans too. You two are close to the same size, I’d guess.’
She was already on her BlackBerry. Once she had called her second in command, she found a packet of tissues in her bag and cleaned herself as though it didn’t bother her at all, him watching. Maybe it didn’t bother her, but it made him want to help her out, made him want to say fuck the training and take Elsa again while she was still wet and ready, and he was getting that way fast.
Chapter Ten
Nick was given instructions to go to the office next to Elsa’s. As he walked by the suite where he’d overhear
d Pike tell Elsa that her heart was in danger, his own heart skipped a beat, and he found himself wanting to make a detour. His cock liked the idea at least as much as his heart did. He imagined having Elsa on the top of her big oak desk, having her on the floor and on the sofa, and … well, having her just about everywhere; anywhere would do.
But he wasn’t invited to her suite. Instead, he stopped in front of the one next to it and knocked timidly. Under different circumstances, he would be excited to meet with someone as quirky and sexy as Beetle – suspecting, as he did, that fucking would probably be involved at some point. But the fact that Elsa might be in the room next door made it difficult to think of anything else. And then the door opened and, as they seemed to do on a regular basis at Mount Vegas, things took a turn toward the unexpected.
The woman who greeted him was dressed in a dowdy knee-length grey skirt and matching jacket. She could have been dressed for the role of Mary Poppins or as a stereotypical schoolmarm about to smack his hands with her ruler. Her strawberry blonde hair was scraped up off her neck and held in place by a large, black comb. Her eyes were half hidden behind horn-rimmed glasses. In spite of the frump, Nick could see that the woman beneath was no slouch.
‘Mr Chase,’ she said, ‘Ms Beetle is waiting for you. If you’ll follow me through, please.’ She led him into a space done up as an old-fashioned schoolroom complete with half a dozen desks and a chalkboard. The teacher’s desk at the front was empty.
‘Take a seat.’ The woman pointed to a place front and centre. ‘I’m Miss Kandi. I’ll be your teacher for today under the supervision of Principal Beetle.’
Just then, the door burst open, and Beetle marched in dressed in a black pleated skirt short enough to reveal the tops of her stockings where the garter belt held them in place. She wore no blouse beneath her tailored black jacket. In one hand, she carried a highly polished red apple, which she sat on the corner of the teacher’s desk.
‘Mr Chase.’ She nodded a greeting to Nick. ‘Miss Kandi.’ But the teacher didn’t get a curt nod. Instead, she got a full-on tongue-kiss and a grope of her tit that left Nick with a bulge in his jeans. His lesson had begun. ‘Do take off your jacket, Miss Kandi,’ Beetle instructed. ‘This is Vegas, and it’s always hot.’
The woman did as she was told, to reveal a thin white blouse over a black lace bra. Beetle removed her own jacket, which covered a tightly laced corset that barely contained the bulge of her breasts.
‘And now, Mr Chase,’ Beetle said, looking him up and down, ‘it’s my task to see to your education. And while you’re under the tutelage of Miss Kandi and me, you’ll behave like a proper student, speak when spoken to, answer all questions, pay attention in class and learn the lesson set before you, or face the consequences. Are we clear?’
She had to be kidding, he thought. Surely she had to be kidding.
‘Are we clear, Mr Chase?’ She sat on the front of the desk and crossed her legs so that he got the full view of her bare pussy before she settled.
‘Yes, ma’am. We’re clear.’
‘Good. If you’ll look around, you’ll notice that this isn’t your typical schoolroom. This is a classroom designed to teach the Mount Vegas novice all he or she will need to know to perform to the tastes of a voyeur, no matter what those tastes might be. Your job, Mr Chase, will be to convince even the most demanding of our clients that you’re exactly what they asked for, that you know exactly what they fantasise about because you fantasise about it too.’ She took a long wooden pointer from the top of the desk and ran it through her hands. ‘You proved that you possess some skills when you performed last night with Deb. But that was an easy task, Mr Chase. This room’s the place where you’ll learn to cope with the more difficult fantasies, and Miss Kandi and I are here to assist you in the learning process.’ For a moment she studied him, stroking the pointer along her palm. ‘You look hot, Mr Chase. But then you should be, since you just got a peek at my pussy.’ An unwelcome blush crawled up his throat and over his cheeks. Jesus, after last night, he’d figured nothing would ever make him blush again. ‘You’d better get used to it, because you’re on the crash course and you’ll be seeing a lot of pussy and cock in the next two months.’ She went on with her explanation. ‘This room’s one of the non-hotel set-ups that Mount Vegas has throughout the city. As you can imagine, naughty students and strict teachers are a very popular fantasy. This room’s well equipped with cameras for when a teacher needs to punish a student, or the principal needs to check up on a teacher.’
With that, she extended the pointer until the tip caught the hem of Miss Kandi’s skirt. And Jesus, if the dowdy little teacher didn’t blush and try to shove away like no one had ever done such a shocking thing to her. The more she tried to pull away, the more Principal Beetle rucked up the front of her skirt until Nick would have had to close his eyes not to see the tightly trimmed curls of her pussy, as strawberry blonde as her knotted hair.
‘And now show me, Mr Chase,’ Beetle instructed. ‘Show me what a misbehaving schoolboy would do at this point.’
Nick reacted without thinking, fumbling with the pen he had in his pocket as though he were about to take notes, then dropping it on the floor. He scrambled to his knees to pick it up, just as Miss Kandi shifted her stance and gave him a view of her heavily pouting snatch. God, could he actually catch a little whiff of horny pussy? As he reached for the pen, whack! Beetle brought the wooden heft of the pointer down hard across his jeaned arse.
‘Sonovabi –’ Nick swallowed back his words. His cock jerked in his jeans as he shoved his way to his feet.
‘Oh you dirty, dirty boy.’ Miss Kandi’s voice was high-pitched and breathless, and the blush made her skin glow like well-fired porcelain. ‘Principal Beetle, did you see what this naughty boy did? He looked up my dress …’ Her lip quivered. ‘He looked at my –’ She dug in her pocket for a lace handkerchief to wipe her brow.
Nick now stood at the side of his desk, hands clasped in front of his bulge, head bowed in shame. He knew this fantasy.
‘Is that true, Mr Chase? Did you look at Miss Kandi’s lady bits?’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ he said, joining Ms Kandi with a hard blush in spite of the fact that this was all a game.
Beetle moved closer to him. ‘It appears you liked what you saw.’ She gave his obvious erection a hard stroke through his jeans, and he gasped. ‘Since you’ve admitted to being a filthy boy, all that’s left is the punishment filthy boys get.’
He didn’t like the sound of that. She took him by the arm and pulled him forward to the end of the teacher’s desk. There she unbuckled his belt, pulled it free from the waistband and handed it to Miss Kandi. Then she went to work on his fly.
Miss Kandi doubled his belt in half and ran the leather of it over the palm of her hand. All the while her eyes were locked on his crotch. And suddenly he twigged.
‘Wait a minute. Are you going to spank me? Elsa said there’d be no spanking. Elsa said –’
‘Elsa’s not here.’ Principal Beetle yanked his jeans and boxers down until his cock bounced free and his arse was exposed. Then she grabbed his balls and held them just tight enough to get his full attention. ‘You can take your punishment and learn your lesson or you can walk out that door and not come back. All up to you, Mr Chase. You’re of no use to us if you can’t take a little pain when the need arises. Your fuck stick works just fine; excellent, in fact.’ She gave his cock a fisted stroke. ‘But every man has a cock, and every man knows how to use it for his pleasure. Maybe if he’s good, he knows how to use it for someone else’s pleasure. Those are just the first steps at Mount Vegas.’ She held his gaze with dark, hard eyes. ‘Now do you want to learn the lesson or do you want to go drive your limo and jerk yourself off?’
His pulse felt like it would explode right through his throat, and God, his dick couldn’t get harder if it had to. And here he was about to get his arse beat with his own belt. What the fuck was the matter with him? And yet he sucked a deep breat
h and bent over the end of the desk, arse up. Beetle stretched his arms out along the battered wood surface until his hands could grip the other end above his head.
‘Good boy,’ she said, moving to stand beside him. ‘Good boy,’ she whispered against his ear, gently stroking his hair. ‘Remember, people are watching you get what you know you deserve.’ Then she turned and nodded to Miss Kandi, who stood behind him, holding the looped belt like someone who knew exactly what the hell she was doing.
Nick gritted his teeth and held his breath as the first blow cracked like a bullet and sent fire through his right arse check. His mind exploded in every curse word he knew – squared. Anger and frustration flashed red hot behind his closed eyes as the second smack scorched his other buttock, and he couldn’t hold back a harsh grunt.
‘Go easy on him, Miss Kandi,’ Beetle said. ‘His tight little bottom’s never had the belt before.’ And fuck if the woman didn’t bend and kiss each arse cheek in turn. Then she spread his buttocks apart and ran her warm wet tongue up from the base of his balls all the way to his arsehole, and his cock jerked and strained in its tight bind against the desk. Before he could focus too much on what Miss Kandi was doing, Beetle curled a rough hand in his hair and jerked his head up. ‘Look at me when you’re being punished, Mr Chase. I want to see the look on your face while Miss Kandi spanks your bottom until you squirm.’ She bent and gave him a heated tongue kiss, which he half returned, half swallowed. Then she said, ‘You were very naughty looking up Miss Kandi’s dress to see her little pussy, weren’t you?’
‘Yes, Ms Beetle.’ His words grated against his throat and the world before his eyes had taken on shades of angry red.
‘Good boy,’ she said again. Then she nodded to Miss Kandi and Nick braced himself for the next blow, which burned over his butt like fire. He bit his lip to keep from cursing.
‘Tell me, Mr Chase, did you like Miss Kandi’s pussy? Tell me the truth or you’ll get it harder.’
