I pushed away from him somewhat bored and was caught by number 9 and 10. Number 9 reached under my skirt and began to rub my pussy, I was already quite wet and made no attempt to wiggle away. I leaned in and deeply kissed him breathing heavily as he rubbed me. It felt good but I had to push him away too, to test him see if he would come back. Sadly he did not which seemed to be a condition of these supposed Alpha Males.
The last Billionaire boy met me face to face and then spun me around, it was then that I realized the crowd was watching as well. They had been intensely watching the whole time. He bend me forward crouched down to the ground and began licking me up and down as I stood bent in half. My legs quivered as he did so, but it was not to be for him. The trouble was if I was being honest, they all lost before this even began. I knew who I wanted, he was all I wanted. I wanted Jim to want me and this was the perfect time. I wanted him to manhandle me again, use me and abuse me. I wanted to be owned by him.
I stood up and turned around, breathless. As I whipped my hair back and opened my eyes, Jim was standing in front of me, he smiled his usual evil smile and before I knew it he was kissing me. He did not wait for me to kiss him, he took it. He knew what he wanted and took it that is what I want in a man. I kissed him passionately and to him I would surrender complete control.
He grabbed me tightly around my waist with one hand, while he grabbed my breast with the other. He squeezed my breast tightly to the point of pain, but I knew he knew just how far to push. He ripped the top of my dress down, revealing my naked breasts and pinning my arms together by my sides. I could no longer move my arms, he had figured out how to tie me up without rope. I felt hypnotized by the moment and as I looked out to the rest of the crowd, I could see the other men stand there like the docile fools, they stood and as expected did nothing.
He took his shirt off and revealed his beautiful body, then his pants, shoes, socks and underwear. He stood in front of more than 50 people naked. The others still stood and did nothing, he looked around at the crowd smiled and then flipped me around where he began to fuck me in my pussy. All the while holding both of my arms and slamming his body against mine. When I turned to look at him, he was looking out to the crowd with impunity, he was not shy nor embarrassed, he owned the room, he owned me. I could see my tits shake as he continued to fuck me shaking me hard, pounding my pussy over and over. His cock was magnificent inside my pussy, it felt like it was a perfect fit. Just felt like it belonged in there. I heard one of the other contestants yell,
“FOUL” I call a foul.
Jim turned around to him while still fucking me not missing a thrust and said,
“Shut up and let a man complete his work. You had your chance and you lost go home and cry to mom.”
The rest of the crowd giggled and pointed fingers at the complainer. He slinked into the background, embarrassed. Jim continued to manhandle me from behind. It was like he was holding me up and letting me fall, as he thrust into me. It was an awkward position and on several occasions I felt as if I was going to fall. But I was jelly in his hands, I submitted to his every whim, his every desire as he used me like a fuck toy.
Jim grabbed my hair and pulled me to a standing position, not taking his cock out, he turned me to face one of the more beautiful women in the crowd and said,
“Layla look at her in the eyes when I fuck you.”
I made sure my eyes were wide open and looked at her as he continued to jam his cock deep inside of me. I was standing naked looking at a room full of well-dressed people, watching me getting used like a whore. It made me as hot as the feeling began to well up inside me,
“Sir….Can I cum?”
“Maybe if you ask me the right way I will let you cum.”
“Sir, may I please cum?”
“No, you are not allowed. You are not worthy.”
The woman who I was staring at said,
“Oh come now Jim, have pity on a poor girl. She just wants to cum.”
“If she is to cum, it has to be worthwhile for me. Why don’t you show me your breasts and kiss this slut.”
All the while Jim did not stop thrusting his cock into me.
“Well would that not make me a slut?”
“Call it as you wish, but if you want to see this slutty squirter, it is your choice.”
“She can squirt?”
“Oh yes quite well. It is a surprise the first few rows are not wearing raincoats.”
A little chuckle came over the crowd, all the while they are again talking about me like the object that I knew he had made me. If this woman kissed me, I was sure to cum, I was so close already I would not be able to hold it back.
The woman began to open her blouse slowly and seductively revealing her small perfectly shaped naked breasts. She did not need a bra they were perfect.
“Sir….before she kisses me, I must warn you, I am going to cum. I cannot hold this back.”
“You had better, or our new friend here will punish you, with a punishment of her choice.”
I was trying to think of anything else as she kissed me, but it was no use. The feeling welled up in me and built with such pressure that when it shot out, I shot Jim’s cock out of my pussy and collapsed to the floor in a puddle of my own juices.
I did not try to stand I knew I was destined for a punishment, but I could take it and it was worth it. The new woman in our strange threesome crouched down beside me and ran her fingers over my naked breasts. My breasts heaved with my breath, as my heart beat rapidly. I looked at her cautiously. She seemed to be a little too nice and Jim seemed to be a little too quiet. She stood back up and pulled off her dress. Your punishment is to eat me out until I cum and return the squirt to you. The collective oooo of the crowd could be heard for miles.
She stepped over my head and I began to lick her as she crouched over my head. I grabbed her by her ass, and shoved my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could, licking and eating her pussy with fury. Before I could move away she filled my mouth with her juices and then what couldn’t be contained spilled all over me. I was one hot mess.
She backed off kissing my face, licking off her juices and disappeared into the crowd. There were so many eyes on me, you could see how turned on the crowd was and that got me started again. I reached over for Jims cock and put it in my mouth and began to suck it furiously. He let that go on for a short time and then slapped me in the face. He then flopped down on top of me and started to pound my pussy missionary style. I had never been face to face with Jim, I loved the feeling of his body on me, I looked into his eyes and he stared right back into mine. He began thrusting faster and faster until he thrust one last thrust deep in my pussy and shot another load inside me. The crowd let out another collective mmmmmmm as he collapsed on top of me. At that moment he felt so close to me, I felt connected to him at that moment.
The crowd clapped and cheered as we lay in each other’s arms and I watched the remainder of the men walk away in their disappointment of loss. Melvin came over to me and said, “Have you made your choice?”
I simply responded “I believe the choice was made for me.”
The crowd clapped again, Jim got up and walked away. I got up exhausted pulling the dress back on. Melvin escorted me to the ladies shower where, a full set of clothes were laid out for me. He left, and I went into the shower taking as hot a shower as I could stand. The night took a lot out of me and got me to thinking. Was I really going to have $120,000.00? I guess time would tell.
I walked out of the shower putting on yet another overly soft housecoat, sat down on the bench and noticed beside the clothes and there was a case. Opening the case I realized it was filled with thousands of dollars. I did not know if it was $120,000.00 but I had no reason to think that it wasn’t.
Yet even after all was said and done, all I could think of was Sam. I wanted to fuck him, I think I have always wanted to fuck him. I am pretty sure he wanted to fuck me. How can I make this happen I thought?
I drove home that
night thinking of Sam, and even with the fucking I had just endured I wanted Sam now more than ever. I now had a plan.
I got home and went into the shower, cleaning myself off and making myself smell delicious. I knew he was home, he was always home. In our palatial palace you never knew where anyone was, but Sam was always in his office, toiling away for hours on end.
As I stepped out of the shower I proceeded down the long hall into his office. I was still in my towel. I stepped into his office and began slowly walking around waiting for him to notice.
“Oh hi Layla, what are you up to?”
I bit my lip as I looked at him and let my towel fall off my breasts accidentally on purpose. I could see his eyes almost pop out of his head.
“Ooops, nothing just getting out of the shower.”
I fixed my towel and sat in the chair in front of him. He pretended to still be working but when I opened the towel to reveal my pussy, it caught his attention. I began to rub my leg sensually and lazily let the towel fall off my breasts again. Sam watched with his mouth gaping open. It was then that I started to rub my pussy for him thinking of him inside of me. Rubbing back and forth. I was totally lost in the moment almost forgetting he was there until I noticed he was standing at my shoulder.
He led me to another room by the hand, in the centre of the room was a huge chaise lounge. It was small about 10 feet long by 4 feet wide and covered with a black leather. I looked at the table and then I looked at him.
“Lay down Layla, I have thought about this for a while”
Just like that he said it, and just like that I complied. As if we had been doing this with each other for years. You could see the intensity in his eyes as he looked me over head to toe, toe to head and then right back to my tits. In one swift motion he rushed in and grabbed handfuls of both of my breasts. He squeezed hard and sucked my nipples until I could almost orgasm. I tried to pull back but he did not loosen his grip he wanted to suck my tits. As he lay on top of me I could feel his manhood grinding into me, he was a hard as a rock and I was as wet as an ocean.
“Are you ready for me?”
I nodded not sure what he was to do, and that excited me. He began to undo his pants and pulled out his cock. I sat up so I could put his enormous rod in my mouth. First I grabbed it with my hands and slowly stroked it, then I licked it up and down like a lollipop. Finally I took it deep in my mouth and began to work the shaft as I sucked hard. I could see by his expression this may not last long and before I was about to stop he pushed me back, flipped me around on the chaise so my ass was in the air. I waited with anticipation for him to penetrate me. I couldn’t see but I knew it was coming. He slid his rod into my wet pussy it was so warm it was hot and I was sure he had no condom on. I tried to protest to tell him I was not on the pill, but every time I tried to speak he pulled my hair or smacked my ass with force. He was such a man, he was amazing. He fucked me harder and harder and he may not have heard but I came at least 3 times. I could feel his body tense up as he continued to fuck faster and faster and then he shot his load deep inside my pussy, made no attempt to pull out. I was shocked, but what could I do at that point.....What should I do.
We both lay there exhausted, not speaking waiting to catch our breath. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around me tenderly. In the calmness of the moment we fell asleep with no regrets, until tomorrow.
Quite honestly, I like it. As I was stuck to the table he called a butler in who brought me a housecoat. It was the fluffiest housecoat I have ever worn. He then undid all of the rope, which was weird.
The Right Step
“I know it's not technically wrong, but it feels wrong. Yet when he looks at me, he seems to be peering into my soul. I longed for his touch and to feel his lips on mine."
Savana knew him when they were younger, but when they both left home to avoid their alcoholic parent, they went their separate ways.
She had survived, but just barely. She was scratching out a living as a waitress in a diner. Her Stepbrother on the other hand was rich beyond her wildest dreams.
When they had an unexpected meeting, sparks flew. She didn't remember how hot he was, and he didn't remember how much he always wanted her.
What once felt wrong now felt right and neither would ever be the same.
This book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or actual events is entirely coincidental. Any names, characters, places, businesses and events are strictly from the imagination of the author.
Copyright 2015
The words on the page blurred, making me realize just how long I had been staring at it. I dropped it onto the pile with the others and tipped my wine glass back. The sweet taste of the wine helped to quell the bitterness I had felt.
I set the glass back down, running a hand through my hair, careful not to touch the layers of makeup caked onto my face. I could feel the fake lashes touching my cheeks every time I blinked.
I can’t do this, I thought. How did my life come to this?
Everything about what I was scheduled to do that night, made my skin crawl and I was fighting the urge to shower. I tipped the bottle over again to fill my glass with some liquid courage. I guess you could say I learned the behavior from my stepmother, she was always a bit of a drinker.
After my father’s death the whiskey had turned into her kryptonite. She no longer was the joyful, woman my father married. Instead she was a hollow shell that collected disability every month and couldn’t remember to pay her own bills, unless I called weekly to remind her. My step brother and I moved out, knowing that the situation was not going to improve. We would now have to fend for ourselves. We did not really keep in contact with the exception of the odd call to talk about how to handle our mother, she was not interested in helping her, and so the responsibility somehow fell to me.
My brother had done quite well for himself, starting out as a model and now he had quite a lot of money, or so I was told. My stay at university was challenging, as my money situation was dismal. For the past two weeks, I had been eating my step brothers left over dinners, for breakfast. Samantha and I had moved in together during our first semester and had been friends ever since. She knew me well enough not to directly offer any help, but had been conveniently bringing home more food than she could eat herself. I loved her dearly for the things she did.
“Are you about ready, Savana?”
I heard Samantha call out from her bedroom. Sighing, I slung back the rest of the wine, wincing slightly, as I stood up. Samantha took one look at me and rolled her eyes.
“Seriously? Can you at least try not to look like you’re going to a funeral?”
But in so many ways I felt like I was. Selling a part of myself in hopes to make enough money to survive my last year of school. My dad could barely cover his own bills with his extensive alcohol purchases. I had no other family to turn to. I wondered if my dad would even care, if he knew his little girl was going to be dancing on a stage for extra income. There was a time when he would have been furious and would have driven all night to stop me, but the alcohol dulled all of his emotions, not just the pain he still felt. It is funny how life sometimes doesn’t work out like you hoped.
“I’m just asking you to try it for one night, if you don’t like it then you can go back to counting your pennies at the diner and starving yourself.”
Her back was turned but I made a face anyways. I loved working at the diner. The elderly couple who owned it, gave me hope for a happy ending in my future. Unfortunately, the nagging pile of bills left on the table, reminded me that I didn’t have very many options. I took my purse from her and followed her out of the apartment.
Samantha had been working since freshman year, at a local night club, Phantom. It catered to the upper class and was known to be frequented by celebrities who came into town. The owner had been a crusty, sleaze-ball of an old man, who cared more for pocketing as much money as possible, than making sure his staff was safe.
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p; She had started out as a bartender, but for the past year had been working as a Go-Go dancer on the weekends. There were several nights when she came home in tears from inappropriate grabs from the patrons, and once a serious issue with man who would send her love letters and would corner her while leaving the stage for breaks.
The old owner didn’t take the issue seriously until the man had shown up in the dressing room one night. Even then, he was only banned from the club because she had threatened to press charges. However, there were benefits. In two nights Samantha made more money that I did working every morning at the diner for the past month. Despite the risks, Samantha knew she wouldn’t find another job as lucrative as working at Phantom, while she finished her degree.
The club had recently been bought out. Some high-roller from the big city, I didn’t know who it was, nor did I care. I was there to make money, if I could even stomach getting through the night.
Samantha wanted to know who it was, so she Googled him and could not stop talking about how gorgeous he was. She wanted me to come to her computer to look, but again, I didn’t care.
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