by Amy Brent
“You’re gorgeous,” I stammered.
She giggled. “You’re only saying that because you know what I’m about to do,” she said, straddling me. My cock was sandwiched between her pussy lips, and she slowly began rocking back and forth.
“No, I’m not,” I said over gusts of breath.
“Good,” she said, lifting herself up and grabbing my cock, guiding it toward her hole. “Because I would be disappointed otherwise.”
She slid down and buried me inside her, and my groans matched the gasp that rushed from her lips. I felt myself grow even harder inside her, and I didn’t know if it was because of how tight she was or the fact that she was clenching against me. I grabbed her ass, holding her down as I basked in the warmth and wetness that surrounded my cock.
“You gonna let me go so I can move?” she asked, a wicked smile on her face.
“In a second,” I said, giving her a goofy smile.
“Or maybe I should give you something else to keep your hands busy.” She slowly began to unbutton her blouse. Her melons tits loomed large before my eyes, packed into a black lacy bra that was just getting in the way.
“You’re not playing fair,” I said as she slid the blouse off and threw it to the floor.
“I never play fair.”
I reached up for the clasp between her tits, and as soon as my hands left her hips, she began to move against me. I closed my eyes for just a second; enough to let the feeling of her pussy shiver through my body. My fingers fumbled with the clasp, but finally it came unhooked and her beautiful breasts fell free. Her arms went already around my head, pulling me to her chest. I buried my face between her perfect tits, kissed them, used my tongue to draw circles around them as she began to ride me faster. I pinched her nipples, then took one between my lips and sucked hard until she moaned.
Amy’s hips started moving faster, and soon she was riding me like a bucking bronco. Her hips switched from bouncing up and down to sliding back and forth. Her huge breasts slapped against my face. She was grinding hard and fast, driving me crazy.
I reached down and found her clit, and that only made her move faster, her moans now full on screams. One orgasm after another shook her, but she didn’t stop. She wanted more. She begged me to keep doing what I was doing.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her ass, squeezing hard as I lifted her up. She continued rocking against me, her legs wrapping around mine, and only when I turned her onto her back was I finally in control.
I fucked like there was no tomorrow. I slammed my cock inside her with just the same speed and vigor that she had shown me, her breasts flouncing, her arms over her head, her eyes tighly closed. Her legs clasped around my hips, pulling me in with every thrust, forcing me to fuck harder.
“Oh… fuck… Isaac!” she screamed. “I’m… cumming… again… don’t stop… don’t… stop…”
The orgasm shuddered through her entire body, making her want more. She pulled me to her, wrapped herself around me, and shook against me as the aftershocks rocked her body and urged me onward.
“Slow down,” she said, trying to breathe. “You’re killing me...”
“You started this,” I said, kissing her neck, her cheek, her lips. Her eyes were closed, and the smile on her face was priceless. My tongue trailed down the line of her stomach and across her dark curls. My tongue lapped up her juices. She squirmed underneath me.
“Oh… now that… I like…” she moaned.
I grabbed her hips to stop her from moving and pushed my tongue between her lips, licking up and down, round and round, flicking against her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Her legs clenched around my head and her fingers twisted in my hair. I pushed two fingers inside her, and while I worked my tongue, I twisted and turned my fingers inside, finding her G-spot, driving her crazy. Her heels rubbed against my back. I felt her toes curl, and soon her legs were shaking against me, another orgasm coming hard.
I gave her a second to catch her breath. She looked up at me, her eyes barely open, then looked down at my hard cock. The head was round and red, looking as if it might burst.
“We need to take care of that,” she said. She grabbed me by the cock and pulled me to her. “Bring that monster here.”
She guided me to her and I slid in easily, my eyes closing at the feel of her warmth around my cock. She was wet, soaked, and it took little effort for me to find a rhythm. I rocked against her, slowly at first, taking my time, watching her and enjoying the dreamy look on her face. Her cheeks had a beautiful blush to them, and her hair fanned out around her head, making her look sexier than ever.
“Come on, big boy.” She smiled and opened her eyes. “Let’s see how long you can hold out.”
“Yes… let’s…” I said, breathing slowly. I fucked her slow, but every thrust made her smile wider, and soon she was racking her nails across my back. I picked up the speed, just a little, just enough for her breath to become soft moans against my shoulder. I felt the tension inside me building up. I was about to blow.
Amy took my ear in her mouth, let her tongue roll over it, then whispered, “Cum for me, Isaac. Cum for me now.”
It was all the coaxing I needed, and after a few more thrusts, I was groaning in pleasure and exploding inside her. The orgasm hit me hard, a rush of blood to the head that made me sway for a few seconds. I collapsed on top of her, and she held me tight, my cock still inside her as she clenched and milked me.
I shuddered and fell limp on top of her, then braced my arms and gazed down at her. Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling.
“That was fucking incredible,” I whispered, panting with my forehead pressed to hers.
“You’re fucking incredible,” she said, rubbing her nose to mine.
I smiled. “I think we’re fucking incredible.”
“Yes,” she cooed, lips parted, tongue searching for mine. “We certainly are.”
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BOOK 2: HARD ON
That’s right. I’m that guy. The billionaire bad boy with the big mouth. When the blonde bombshell host of the TV show I was on asked, “what’s the best part about being Denny Chambers?” I just blurted it out. “The pussy. Duh.”
I have it all, man. Good looks, a dozen houses, three dozen cars, a freakin’ island in the South Pacific, and more money than I could ever spend in ten lifetimes. And the women, jeez, the women. I could bang a new babe every night if I wanted to. Hell, I could bang two or three. I’m freakin’ Denny Chambers, billionaire batboy. That’s just what I do.
So why am I not happy? I’m living the life most guys would kill for. Sure, money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy a shit ton of stuff to make you less miserable.
Then I see her, Serena Diaz, the dark skinned Latino beauty who seems to have everything but money. Brains, ambition, determination, fire, her life all planned out, and a smoking hot body that I just want to melt into. I get hard just thinking about her…
But Serena’s not like the other women that surround me. She doesn’t give a crap about my money or all the stuff I own. She’s not interested in being taken care of and sure isn’t looking for a sugar daddy. So how can I convince her that the guy on TV wasn’t the real me? There more to Denny Chambers than that? I’m not sure what I have to do, but trust me, I’ll do whatever it takes to win the heart of this fiery girl.
Prologue: Denny Chambers
I was the one who came up with the name Club Votre Désire for our little venture, which was French for “your desires” or something like that. I thought up the name after spending the weekend with an older French woman I met in Paris while speaking at the International Tech Conference a few years ago.
Genevieve St. Claire was her name.
Genevieve.
Sweet Genevieve.
It was a warm Saturday night, summertime in France. I was done for the day and walked into the
hotel bar around midnight for a nightcap when I spotted a gorgeous blonde sitting alone in a dark corner booth sipping a martini. I sidled up to the bar and glanced around, trying to act all cool and shit. Our eyes locked and that was all she wrote. Fifteen minutes later we were in my penthouse suite and we didn’t come out until checkout time the following Monday morning.
Genevieve…
Just saying her name in my mind still makes my cock hard.
Naming our club after her words was the least I could do to repay her for all the things she taught me that weekend about pleasing a woman.
Sweet, incredible, Genevieve...
The most amazing woman I had ever met in my life.
When we were naked and staring into each other’s eyes and I asked her what she wanted me to do to her, she put a finger to my lips and whispered, “Votre désire, mon ami… Whatever you desire…”
I didn’t realize it at the time, but my old pal Google would inform me later that Genevieve St. Claire was older than me by a good twenty years. I was thirty-five at the time, which meant that she was in her mid-fifties, but you couldn’t tell it by looking at her. She was striking in a way that few women were; tall, blonde, with bright blue eyes and a seductive smile that sucked me in like the eye of a storm. Her body was perfect, naturally flawless, without a single line or wrinkle or scar from plastic surgery. Her tits were firm and her nipples were large and pink like watermelon gumdrops. Her pussy was shaved clean; the labia pink and perfect. She tasted like strawberries. The hood of her clit hung between her legs like a small cock. I remember sucking on it until she begged me to stop.
Genevieve was the most amazing woman I had ever had the pleasure of fucking because she could do things with her body that just blew my mind. She could literally suction squeeze pussy around my cock like fingers and milk it without moving her body. Seriously, she was like this Tantric Yoga Master and could do shit with her mind, mouth, pussy, and ass that most women would never dream of doing.
She was in a word: un-fucking-believable.
She would have been a star attraction at Club D, though she would never sell her favors for money.
She loved it when I massaged her tits and bit her neck while she sat on my lap and rode my cock like a jockey in the Kentucky Derby.
She would press her thighs tightly around my ears and moan as I probed her sweet pussy with my tongue and fingers.
Then she would push me away and take control.
She loved being in control.
She would not let me touch her the first hour we spent together, even though we were completely naked and my cock was throbbing like a cobra ready to strike.
She had us sit cross-legged across from each other on the floor with only our knees touching.
She had to tie my hands behind my back with her scarf to keep me from reaching for her.
Then, as my cock got harder and harder until the head looked like a crimson balloon about to pop, and the scent of the juices flowing from her pussy filled the air between us, she made me close my eyes and breathe deeply, in and out, in and out, as she described what she wanted me to do to her and what she would do to me in return.
It was really weird at the time, and still hard to explain, but by the time she loosened my hands and ordered me to fuck her long and slow (that’s what she kept saying… fuck me, mon ami… fuck me long and slow), my cock felt like a lead pipe, but I knew I would not cum until she ordered me to.
She lay back on the floor and spread her legs and her pussy opened up to me like a beautiful, pink flower. I could see the moisture on her lips as it oozed from her hole, a little line of juices sluiced into her asshole. The sight and smell of her pussy made me long to taste her.
When I told her I wanted to eat her pussy before I fucked her she just smiled and said, “Later, mon ami… Come here now… fuck Genevieve… fuck me long and slow.”
And that’s exactly what I did.
I moved on top of her in a pushup position and she took my hard cock in her long fingers and pulled me gently toward her pussy. When her fingers went around the shaft it was the most amazing feeling, unlike nothing I had ever felt before. I felt little shockwaves coursing through my body. My toes tingled. My vision blurred. My mouth watered. It was suddenly hard to breathe. When she pulled me closer and swirled the head of my cock around her wet hole, I thought I was going to explode in her hand. I somehow held back, even though I was feeling the first tingles of an orgasm building in my balls. She guided me inside her, then wrapped her legs around my waist and prodded her heels into my ass to nudge me closer.
“Fuck me long…” she sighed. “And slow…”
My cock is a good eight-inches, so I could get the long part down, no problem. It was the slow part that stymied me. I was used to getting an erection and banging the shit out a girl as quickly as I could. It never occurred to me to take things slowly because that’s not in my nature. I’m always in a hurry. I always leave the girl satisfied, but I was always rushing so I could move on to the next pussy in line. When you’re a good-looking billionaire who owns a brothel, there’s always a next pussy in line.
Genevieve taught me many things that weekend.
I could still hear her thick accent in my head, almost like the voice of a kindly teacher. Or an angel.
“Slowly, mon ami. Rhythmically. Like a dance. Make your lover cum in waves, not all at once. The orgasm should build slowly, like a warm stream that flows through a mountain, not like a raging river into the sea. Yes… that’s it… slowly… pull your beautiful cock out until you see the head… yes… now… slowly… slide inside me… yes… until you can come in no more… now… again… yes… breathe… again… don’t cum too fast… do you feel my pussy caressing your beautiful cock, my love… do you feel my pussy massaging you… milking you… that’s it… make it last… mon ami… make it last…”
And last it did.
So long that I lost track of time.
The only thing I knew was that when Genevieve dug her sharp fingernails into my back and said, “Now… cum with me now, mon ami… cum with me… fill me with your hot seed…” almost an hour had passed.
Swear to God.
We had been fucking long and slow for an hour. And when I shot my load inside her it was like a bursting firehose coming unkinked. The orgasm rattled my body, jarred me like an earthquake. It started at my toes and went up my legs into my balls and shot from my cock with such force that Genevieve literally bounced on the rug beneath her back, her heels digging into my ass, her nails leaving long red scratches on my back, her teeth biting so hard into my shoulder that the marks would remain there for days.
It was the absolute best and longest orgasm of my life.
The first of many that weekend.
And Genevieve, for that short time, was the love of my life.
And in many ways, she still is and always will be.
I came home to America praying that her teeth marks would never disappear from my skin.
When they started to fade, I had them tattooed as a permanent reminder of my weekend with Genevieve.
I still thought about her often.
She was rich and famous now, living in Italy, I believe.
Hell, she was rich and famous back then, I just didn’t have a clue who she was. Turned out she was like this famous sex therapist-slash-pussy massage expert or something. Yes, you heard me right. Pussy massage. I had no idea there was such a thing, even though it does sound like something I would enjoy learning more about.
She and her partner, some guy whose name I can’t remember, wrote books on the subject of pussy massage. They even opened a chain of resorts where women could go for the weekend to get one.
I’m serious.
It’s a thing.
Look it up if you don’t believe me.
Anyway, as coincidence would have it, it was the next week that me and my partners, Isaac and Sammy, started bouncing around the idea of opening a private club for rich guys with hard cocks
and deep bank accounts, mainly so we would have a place to hang out and drink and fuck without the press hounding us.
We were getting drunk at Isaac’s beach house in Malibu the weekend after I returned from Paris and started brainstorming names for such a place.
Sammy suggested the usual crap.
Pussy Cat Club.
Fuck Club (he was a fan of Fight Club).
Club V (you can guess what the V stood for).
The Dollhouse.
Pussy Galore.
Cum As You Are.
I know, Sammy is a brilliant business guy, but his creativity is for shit.
But I’m a marketing guy.
I know how to package and market a product.
And I still had Genevieve on the brain.
I knew the name had to be something mysterious, something seductive, something that would make a dude shell out a million bucks just to get in the door and another few million a year just to play along.
Something like the high-end escort service Fleur-de-Lis in my favorite movie, LA Confidential.
