by Amy Brent
Denny was lying on his back in a deck chair, his brown body covered in a fine film of sweat. His long cock was draped lazily over his left thigh, enjoying its time out in the sun. I giggled because it reminded me of a sausage on a grill. God forbid that baby burn...
I was lying on my stomach with my big tits smashed beneath me and my round ass pointed toward the sun. I could feel the heat on my backside, but thanks to my heritage, my skin never burned.
“I was just thinking about how much I love this place, Mrs. Chambers,” he said with a sigh. He pushed the sunglasses to the top of his head and tucked his hands behind his neck and closed his eyes to the sun. “We don’t have to ever go home, you know. We could literally stay here forever. I can work from anywhere.”
“I can’t. And I think my new boss at the research center might have something to say about that. It was hard enough getting two weeks off for the honeymoon.” I turned onto my side and propped up onto my elbow. The sweat ran down my body and pooled on the towel covering the chair. Even my tits were dripping with sweat, and if I had not shaved my pussy for the trip, I would have been a mushy mess down there. The curls around the base of Denny’s cock glistened with sweat. Very sexy… hmmm…
“Well, we have two days left,” Denny said with a happy sigh. “So, soak it up while you can.”
“I was thinking about soaking up something else.” I reached over to take his soft cock in my hand. It immediately started to harden in my grasp and after a few tugs, grew to its full nine inches in my hand, all girthy and veiny and red and sweaty. Mmmm… just like I liked it.
“What are you doing?” Denny asked as my hand slowly pumped his cock up and down, up and down, lubing it with the sweat from his body. It got even harder with each pump. The head swelled like a ripe plum, glistening and purple and oozing little drops of Denny Juice.
“You look like you could use a hand,” I said, feeling the heat between my legs that was not coming from the sun. The moment I touched Denny’s cock my juices began to flow in anticipation of things to come. Or to cum… My pussy was gushing like a hot spring, spilling out, running down the crack of my ass.
“I could use your pussy on my face,” Denny said, his tongue darting the air like a snake.
“I taste like a salt block down there,” I said, getting off the chair without releasing my grip on his cock. “Would you settle for my pussy on your cock?”
“That would do nicely.” He held out a hand. “Climb aboard.”
Denny started rubbing my tits as I straddled my pussy over his cock and slowly lowered myself until I had taken in as much of him as I could. It felt amazing to be on the beach, in the sun, sweating despite the cool breeze, with the man I love’s cock buried deep inside my cunt.
I braced my palms on this chest and started sliding my hips back and forth, back and forth, letting his cock slide in and slide out. Each time I pulled back my clit rolled over his shaft, sending little shockwaves through me. It took less than a minute for my first orgasm to hit. I gushed hot juices out over his cock and balls and kept on going toward orgasm number two.
“Fuck… you feel… so good…” Denny sighed, his hands digging into my melon tits as my fingernails dug into his chest. “Your pussy… so fucking… tight…”
“It’s because you’re so fucking big,” I said with a smile. I sped up the pace of my hips, slamming into him now, feeling his balls bounce against my ass with every thrust. “Fuck… I’m cumming… again… oh… shit…”
“Cum with me baby,” Denny said, grabbing onto my hips and arching his back until I was literally lifted off the chair, riding him like a bucking bronco in a beach rodeo.
“Fuck!!!!” The orgasm started in my toes, making them curl, then shot up my legs, bounced across my nipples, then slammed into my pussy like a tsunami battering the shore. I came in waves, hot, juicy, salty waves, slamming Denny’s cock into my cunt as deep and hard as it would go.
“Cumming…” Denny groaned, his muscular body growing tense beneath me. A moment later, he filled me with his load. It warmed from within and oozed out of me to cover his shaft.
“Damn…” I sighed when the waves finally stopped slamming into my cunt. I struggled to catch my breath. “That… was… fucking… amazing…”
“Yes, it was,” Denny said, pulling me down on top of him. Our sweaty bodies slid around each other until he put his arms around me and held me tight. He put his lips to mine and smiled with his eyes.
“You want to know what the best part about being me is, Mrs. Chambers?” he asked.
I cooed with my nose pressed to his.
“What, Mr. Chambers?”
“The time I get to spend with you.”
“Aw…” I put my hands on his cheeks and gave him a long kiss.
“And,” he added. “The pussy.”
We both said it at the same time.
“Duh!”
THE END
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Super Steamy Deleted Bonus Scene
We were sitting at a corner table having a late dinner at the Four Seasons when the night got very interesting. It started with a simple question, one that I had never been asked before.
Denny was casually carving his filet mignon and without looking up, asked, “Have you ever fucked in a public restroom?”
I had just taken a large bite of salmon and nearly sprayed it across the table. I took a quick sip of water and wiped my lips on the napkin. I leaned in and grinned at him. “How did we go from talking about my work to talking about fucking in a public restroom?”
Denny stuck a bite of steak in his mouth and smiled as he chewed. “Isn’t fucking a much more interesting topic than work?”
“Well, I suppose.” I leaned back in the booth and looked around the restaurant. It was after nine on Friday night, but the place was still crowded with people eating their hundred-dollar steaks and two-hundred-dollar lobsters and drinking thousand-dollar bottles of wine. When my eyes came back around to Denny, he was licking his lips and smiling at me.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked.
“I’m thinking that I really need to use the restroom,” I said, sliding out of the booth. I leaned down and took his earlobe between my teeth. “If I’m not back in one minute, you had better come find me.”
* * *
I was sitting on the toilet in the last stall of the ladies’ room when I heard the door open. My panties were already off and tucked away safely in my purse. I was wearing a little black dress with no bra. I unzipped the back and let it slide down my arms to expose my big titties. Denny loved my big titties. I knew that if I didn’t have them out and ready he might just rip off the dress to get to them. I stood up and carefully took off the dress and hung it on the back of the door. By the time Denny tapped lightly on the door to the stall, I was naked except for a pair of five-inch stilettos and ready to fuck his brains out.
“Hmmm…” he said as I let him into the tiny stall and closed the door behind him. We barely had enough room to stand up, so I sat on the toilet as I undid Denny’s belt and pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. His nine-inch cock immediately sprang to life, hard and ready, girthy with thick veins running down the shaft to the bulbous head.
“Wow, happy to see me?” I asked, wrapping my fingers around his cock and lowering my lips to the head, which looked like a red water balloon ready to pop. Denny braced his arms on the side walls as I took his cock into my mouth and gave him the best public restroom blowjob of his life.
“Fuck… don’t make me cum…” he said as my tongue swirled around the underside of the head, teasing the little bundle of nerves there. “I want you… your pussy… now…”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Chambers,” I said, standing up with my hand still pumping my cock.
I pressed the tip to my stomach and rubbed it around, leaving a little trail of Denny juice. “How would you like to fuck me?”
“Climb on,” Denny said, sliding his hands around my ass and easily lifting me up. My legs went around his waist and without help, his cock impaled my pussy, sliding in easily, stopping only when the tip hit my cervix. It made me gasp because I was already seconds away from cumming.
“Hang on,” Denny said, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks. He started swinging me in and out, my pussy sliding over his thick cock, in and out and back again. I laced my fingers together behind his neck and tried not to scream. I could feel his cock everywhere, in my pussy, in my chest, in my throat. With each hard thrust the air rushed from my lungs and I gasped to take more in. It was like being on the most amazing ride at the amusement park. I had to force myself not to scream for joy at the top of my lungs.
“Fuck… your pussy… is… so… fucking… tight…” Denny moaned, arching his back and thrusting out his hips to go in even deeper. His grunts and groans echoed off the metal stall and drifted out into the restroom. We both knew someone could come in at any moment, but neither of us cared. We were the only two people on earth as far as we were concerned. And we were having a fucking great time.
“Shit… I’m gonna… oh.. Denny… I’m… fuck... cumming…”
I gritted my teeth and moaned. Denny’s cock slamming into my cunt had ignited every nerve in my body. I felt my toes curl as the orgasms started coming in waves, one after another, my pussy gushing like Niagara Falls. The stall filled with the tangy scent of my juices. I was squirting, covering Denny’s cock and balls with my cum.
Denny grunted loudly, like a wild animal growling at the moon. He shoved his cock in as far as it would go and shot his load, filling me with his hot seed, the heat of it radiating throughout my body. I came again as he did, my body shuddering against him, the cries of pleasure escaping my lips despite my best efforts to be quiet.
A moment later, we were done.
We had fucked in a public restroom.
Guess I could mark that one off my list.
Denny cleaned off his cock and put himself back together, then gave me a long kiss and said he’d see me back at the table. I used half a roll of toilet paper to mop up the mess we’d made between my legs, then put my dress and panties back on and stepped out to wash my hands.
“That sounded like fun!” a breathy voice called from behind me. I was so startled I nearly drew the lipstick across my cheek. I turned around to see a pair of high heels beneath the door of the stall next to the one where Denny and I had just fucked.
“Oh shit,” I said. “I’m so sorry. We had no idea anyone else was here.”
“Don’t be sorry, dear,” she said, her voice echoing. “I rather enjoyed it. First time fucking in a restroom?”
I grinned because I had the feeling a kindred spirit was sitting on the toilet behind that stall door.
“Yes,” I said, gathering up my purse and moving toward the door.
“Well, sweetie, don’t let it be your last. He sounded like one hell of a ride.”
“I won’t,” I said with a grin. I was blushing like a teenager caught with her boyfriend hidden in the closet. “And he is.”
“Enjoy your dinner, sweetie.”
“Thanks. You, too.”
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BOOK 3: DEEP INSIDE
When you’re a six-foot-six-inch, former football player with a nickname like Sammy the Sausage, most women run screaming when they see how that nickname was earned. Even though I’m also a Silicon Valley billionaire who doesn’t mind spreading the wealth around, I’m way more man than most women can take.
Then there’s Andrea, the former women’s college volleyball star and fitness model who stands nearly six-feet tall and looks like she’s been chiseled out of bronze. Gorgeous, with flaming red hair and a personality that walks the line between confident and abrasive.
She’s smoking hot, no denying, but I have a rule about not sleeping with women who looked like they could kick my ass in a fair fight. Then again, her body—and the things I imagine her doing with it—is what makes her so damn appealing.
Has Sammy the Sausage finally met his match? There was only one way to find out, and that was to just go all in – deep inside.
Chapter 1: Sammy Branniff
“You okay… baby? Sammy… ooh… okay… there he is… ooh... yes… you are… more than okay…”
The words left Carina’s sweet lips on gusts of hot breath, pushed from her lungs each time she lowered herself another inch down the shaft of my fat, foot-long cock. They didn’t call me Sammy the Sausage for nothing.
There probably wasn’t a woman on earth who could take my full length inside them. If there was, she either had to have an abnormally deep pussy or had been fucked so much she was just about worn out. Either way, I didn’t want to meet her, no pun intended.
I know, I know… it was a stupid thing to be thinking, especially while my monster cock was impaling one of the most beautiful women on the planet with one of the tightest, most talented pussies.
Carina Coracova was the Russian-born Star Attraction at Club Votre Desire—Club D—the high-end brothel secretly owned by me and my two best friends and business partners, Isaac Hanson and Denny Chambers.
Carina and me had gotten tight over the years (again, no pun intended) and she always saved her last appointment on Sunday night for me. That way, we could fuck our brains out, sleep like babies in my private suite, wake up tangled in each other’s arms and legs, fuck ourselves awake, take a shower, fuck some more, take another shower, and eat breakfast on the veranda before heading back to the city on Monday afternoon. And we’d usually fuck on the ride home.
And it only cost me twenty-five-grand for the privilege of having Carina share my bed and my limo. And brothers and sisters, I am here to testify… that was the best fucking money I spent all week. Okay, that pun was intended.
Hanging with Carina was always the highlight of my week. Hell, sometimes it was the only thing that got me through the week, looking forward to burying my nose in her juicy, pink twat or watching her big titties bounce around as she rode my cock like bucking bronc at a Texas rodeo.
Usually, this was my favorite time of the week. Lying here with Carina wedging herself onto me. Usually it was. Tonight, for some reason, my head was totally somewhere else. Fortunately for me, my cock could perform very well on its own.
“When the blood rushes to Sammy’s sausage,” Carina liked to say, “the rest of him just hangs on for the ride.”
I don’t know why I was thinking about Isaac and Denny at that particular moment. I mean, Carina was doing her best to keep me occupied, squeezing her cunt muscles around my long schlong as she slowly slid up and down, but my mind kept wandering.
Maybe it was because Isaac and Denny didn’t come to Club D to hang out anymore, not since meeting “their soul mates” Amy Rossetti and Serena Diaz.
I couldn’t really blame them. Amy and Serena were drop-dead gorgeous, smoking hot, sexy as fuck, super smart, but Jeez Louise, Carina—and the other girls who serviced the wealthy members at Club D—were off the freakin’ charts.
Forget 10s. These girls were 15s and 20s!
Between us, me, Isaac and Denny were worth close to ten-billion dollars, thanks to Internet Data Systems (IDS), the online data storage company we started in college fifteen years ago. Isaac was the computer nerd who had the original idea, Denny was the marketing genius who sold it to the world, and I was the business brain who ran the show, which last year did revenues of almost six-billion dollars.
And just to think it all started out as something fun to do when we were too broke to chase pussy. Hell, we even named th
e company after ourselves. IDS really stood for Isaac, Denny, and Sammy, even though the rest of the world thought it stood for Internet Data Systems.
But sometimes, believe it or not, being a famous billionaire was about as much fun as being stalked by a serial killer.
Freakin’ paparazzi followed us everywhere we went.
TMZ hung out in the bushes to see which Victoria’s Secret model was leaving my house at 8 AM, or which porn star Denny was getting a blow job from in the pool (goddamn drones), or buying surveillance footage of Isaac cornholing his assistant in the elevator between floors.
Or I’d get shitfaced at a strip joint in Vegas and end up on Entertainment Tonight or the cover of Hustler with my ass hanging out and my monster cock in some chick’s mouth.
After a while, it got to where we were afraid to go outside. And staying inside wasn’t any fun, no matter how many girls you packed into the place. So, we decided we needed our own little private getaway and the idea for Club D was born.
We opened Club D—Club Votre Désire —a few years ago on a secluded estate in the mountains north of San Jose so we’d have a private place to unwind, drink, fuck beautiful women, and make fools of ourselves without worrying about TV cameras and photographers.
