CHAPTER SEVEN
Rachel
I don’t understand exactly what’s happening. It’s like a magic spell has come down, and I’m acting like a slut, giving into my dirtiest fantasies. Because Donovan was supposed to come by and drop off some birth control, a harmless enough encounter. I didn’t even have to see him, he was just gonna leave the packet on my table and then walk out.
But instead I tantalized him. Or I did more than that. I was a total whore, getting naked and waiting for him on my hands and knees, pussy open for his dick. I wiggled my naked butt, baiting him with those pulsing fods, and of course the alpha male took. How couldn’t he? This is Donovan after all, a gorgeous, domineering asshole, and oh god, but Daddy took. He took and took until my butt was sore, pussy and ass both pulsing with desire.
And I swear, I’m not usually like this. I’m a virgin, or I was a virgin until two days ago. But now? Holy cow, you’d hardly recognize boring librarian Rachel with the twin sets and knee-length skirts now. And that’s why I don’t understand what’s happening.
Because Donovan left me money after our hot session. At first, I didn’t believe it, the gleam of green so odd, totally out of place in my shabby apartment. But it was there, and the cash so crisp and new-smelling that I couldn’t even touch it at first. Why was he doing this? I’m no working girl, he didn’t have to pay.
But the alpha’s motives became clear soon enough. Because he left me a note too, and it read:
Baby girl,
Get ready to leave this dump. Daddy’s taking care of you, a car’s coming later tonight.
Be ready.
Daddy
I gawped while reading the note and fingering the cash. A car? What kind of car? How would I know it was for me? And why all this cash? But with trembling fingers, I put the money in my pocketbook, the Benjamins looking strange and crisp next to the pathetic assortment of crumpled ones already there. I save, I scrimp, I’m really frugal, but a librarian’s salary doesn’t go far and it showed. My apartment’s in a bad neighborhood and I’ve done it up as best I can with cast-off furniture, stuff I scavenged from second hand shops, but it’s worn for sure. I try to brighten rooms with colorful afghans and needlepoints, but there’s no hiding the stains, even the prettiest drape can’t cover a particularly nasty spill. So yeah, the cash was much appreciated even if I felt weird taking it.
But as I waited on the sidewalk, my gut churned uneasily. What the hell was going on? This was supposed to be an anonymous encounter but we’d gone so much further than that. We knew each other’s names now, we had each other’s numbers, and for crying out loud, Donovan knows where I live. Was he sending me a car now to take me to his place? Where in the world was I being taken? What the hell, what the hell?
Unfortunately, the voice in my head spoke then. Rachel, it screamed. You’re crazy! You fucked this guy in public, you let him into your apartment to fuck you again, and now you’re gonna get in a car with him? What the hell is wrong with you? You’re asking for it, you’re gonna be chopped into pieces and left for dead, a story on the evening news.
I nodded uneasily, a chill running down my spine as my toe tapped the curb. That could all be true, but the thing was I wanted it. I wanted to see where this was all going, the alpha had me on a tight leash but it was a leash I loved. I loved giving it up for him, never knowing what was coming next, whether dick in my pussy or my ass, whatever depraved things Donovan had in mind. I loved exploring, leaving shy, virginal Rachel in the dust. Instead there was a new me, the slut ready to pry her ass open for my man, the one whose pussy dripped non-stop whenever the alpha was near.
And as thoughts churned in my head, a black town car pulled up, an elderly man hopping out in a jaunty chauffeur’s uniform.
“Rachel Smith?” he asked kindly. “Miss?”
“Yes, that’s me,” I chewed on my lip nervously. It was do or die, I could still make an escape now. But Donovan made it impossible because the chauffeur reached into his pocket and pulled out a note, handing it to me courteously. With slow fingers, I unfolded the heavy cream paper.
My love, it read.
Trust me on this.
Come to Daddy.
And with that, my fate was sealed. I had to go where Daddy led, I had to see what Daddy wanted for me. My life was in the hands of this man, this man whose last name I still didn’t know, who’d seeded me twice already. I was putty for him, a cum slut, his receptacle, his property, and I didn’t want it any other way. So with my doubts gone, I got into the car, calm and relaxed as it whisked me to god knows where.
The landscape passed in a flash, but all I saw was what I’m used to. Desert, tumbleweed, the bright harsh rays of the Nevada sun glinting off the sand, cactuses dotting the landscape. But soon enough, the car pulled up to a strip mall, one of the many that dotted the highway.
“Oh are we getting gas?” I asked doubtfully. There was no gas station in sight, but it was the only reason I could think to stop.
The elderly driver chuckled.
“No miss, you’re headed to the Billionaires Club.”
The Billionaires Club? What was that? I shook my head, confused, and slowly repeated his words.
“I’m sorry, but where are we going? I see a Taco Bell and a JC Penney, but did you say a club of some sort?”
The elderly man got out, and held the door open for me.
“That’s right Miss, Mr. Donovan has directed me to bring you straight to the Billionaires Club.”
This time, I knew I heard right, and yet it just didn’t make sense. Everything about the strip mall screamed Middle America, from the bright golden arches of the McDonald’s to the neon open sign in the window of the nail parlor. But shaking my head, I got out of the car, squinting under the bright desert sun.
“This way, Miss,” the driver said, beckoning to me. “This way.”
And slowly, I followed him into the mall. Again, there was nothing to distinguish this place from any other mall you might wander into. Polished floors greeted me, the chill of an A/C on high, with a food court on the right, and some slot machines on the left. Gotta love my home state, they never miss an opportunity to make money on unsuspecting tourists.
But my driver led me to the right, and then to the left until we stood before a restroom sign.
“I’m okay, thanks,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m okay.”
The wizened man chuckled.
“No, not that. Here,” he said, opening the door to what looked like a supply closet. “This way.”
And I gawped because it actaully wasn’t a supply closet with cleaning fluids, mops and the like. It was an elevator, industrial-looking, grey and bland.
“I’m sorry?” I asked, still confused. “Shouldn’t we take one of the elevators outside?”
“No Miss,” said the chauffeur, shaking his white head. “This is a special elevator, one that will transport you to the club.”
Again, this club. What was he referring to? Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, and with hesitant steps, I entered the grey cube. My chauffeur pressed a button on the outside.
“Wait, aren’t you coming too?” I asked in a rush, face panicked for a split second. My driver was the only link I had to humanity, the only person that knew I was here other, and I had a momentary rush of doubt, a feeling of panic.
But the driver was already waving a hand goodbye.
“No miss, there’s no place for an old man like me in the Billionaires Club. Now you have a good time, enjoy,” he said with a wink, and with that, the doors hissed shut, enclosing me in the featureless cube.
I have to be honest. I was a little scared because the lift literally plunged then, going down, down, and down, and as my stomach dropped, a sense of vertigo overtook me. What the hell was going on? My senses could have been off, but it felt like I was being drawn into the innards of the earth, that we were plunging some fifty stories downwards, and when the doors opened, I wouldn’t have been surprised to see molten lava and volcanic ash.
But instead, when the doors whooshed open, I was greeted by a luxurious reception area. What the? With a hesitant step, I entered the clean, white, and even airy space. How did they get it to appear airy when we had to be far below the earth’s surface? Why did a supply closet in a strip mall open up to a reception area like this?
A woman stepped forward then, middle-aged and professional, dressed in a black suit.
“Welcome to the Billionaires Club,” she intoned. “You are Ms. Smith I presume? Mr. Jones is waiting for you.”
I gulped, interrupting.
“I’m sorry,” I said slowly. “But I have no idea what’s going on. Could you tell me a little about this place, please?” I asked, gesturing to the soaring white walls, plants that were verdant and green despite the fact that there was no natural sunlight. And taking a deep breath, I went for it. “What’s the Billionaires Club? I’ve never heard of it?”
The woman cocked her head curiously at me.
“Mr. Jones didn’t tell you?” she inquired.
I shook my head.
“No and I’m not even sure I know who Mr. Jones is. The man I know is named Donovan, his last name could be Jones but I’m not sure.”
The woman stared curiously at me again but didn’t pry. Instead, she responded smoothly. “Of course, Mr. Jones is Donovan Jones. He’s a member here at the Club and he’s waiting for you downstairs.”
I could tell she wanted me to move on, but I stubbornly resisted.
“I’m so sorry, but can you tell me more about this club? I’m lost, I was whisked here in a car, and I’ve only met Donovan Jones a handful of times.”
The look in her eye was professional and smooth, even if there was a knowing glint.
“Of course, I’m happy to give you an overview,” she replied courteously. “The Billionaires Club is exactly what it sounds like. A private club for male billionaires, here in the Nevada desert.”
That made me pause.
“Billionaires?” I asked slowly. “Not millionaires or multi-millionaires?”
The woman’s chuckle was low and throaty.
“Absolutely not. Membership in the club is offered only to the elite, and all of our members are worth ten figures. Again, this is a club for billionaires only,” she stressed.
My mind whirred but did not compute. Ten figures? Holy cow, I could hardly even envision that much money. Would that fill up a room with cash? Would the zeros wiggle and melt before your eyes? I didn’t have much more than two nickels to rub together, so the sheer amount was mind-blowing, throwing me for a loop.
But I caught myself.
“I’m sorry, but is Mr. Jones a member?” I asked slowly. “So he has a billion dollars?”
The woman looked at me archly.
“It’s not for me to comment on any particular member’s finances, but I assure you, the Club’s vetting process is thorough and exhaustive. Not only that, but Mr. Jones has been a member for many years now.”
That threw me for a loop. Donovan was a rich man, and not just rich, but filthy rich evidently. I shook my head, unable to reconcile fantasy with reality. Because my alpha had been looking for girls online, surfing around on Discreet Encounters for anonymous girls to fingerfuck. Why would someone who had a billion dollars do that? Couldn’t he afford a private matchmaker, or at least splurge on the premium membership with Match.com? Surely there had to be better ways than a free subscription with some no-name website.
But against all odds, Discreet Encounters had led me to this man, and this was his space. This was where he called home, or at least some kind of private area. And the middle-aged woman was already striding off briskly in her suit, heels clacking. She paused momentarily, turning to look at me.
“Coming?” she asked, just a tinge of annoyance in her voice. “This way,” she corrected herself immediately, utterly polite once more, even bowing her head a bit.
With numb steps, I followed, feeling shabby and uncouth in the gleaming confines of the building. My escort’s behavior didn’t bother me, I’m used to everyone looking down on me. After all, I’m a dowdy part-time librarian, hardly the type of girl to command attention, hardly the type to be the star of the show. It was only recently that things had been different. Only Donovan had had the insight to see beneath my staid exterior, visualizing my bountiful curves, treating me like I was a fantastically sexy female, and not a bumpy lump on the wall.
So without a word, I trailed after my escort, barely able to breathe. Everything in the building was off-the-charts luxurious, from the simple yet expensive-looking furniture, to the floral arrangements, colorful and exotic against gleaming white walls. Even the staff seemed designed to serve with polished efficiency, moving quietly through the gleaming corridors with soft, almost silent steps.
“I’m sorry,” I interrupted again, placing a hand on the woman’s elbow.
The black-haired woman shot a quick glance at me, stiffening oh so slightly. What, did she not like to be touched? Was she more robot than human? My hand dropped immediately, like I’d been scalded.
“I’m sorry,” I tried again, meekly this time. “But where are we going? I feel like we’re underground somewhere, and you’re leading me just deeper underground?” Because we’d taken an escalator that with smooth efficiency, rolled four or five stories down a steep slope before opening into another airy atrium. I swear, it was amazing that these spaces felt light and welcoming given that there were no windows whatsoever.
My handler replied.
“Mr. Jones is waiting for you in the play area,” she bit out briskly. “We’ll be there shortly.”
I nodded, forced to accept her answer. Evidently there’d be no further clarification why she was taking me to this so-called play area, or what in fact awaited me there. So nodding, my heart beat quickly, chest tight. My only consolation as we made our way through the neverending hallways was that I wanted to see Donovan again, and if he’d summoned me to the play area, then so be it. I trusted him, I was fine so far, and the alpha would make sure nothing would happen to me.
Finally, we stopped before a gleaming metal door, featureless but for a button on the side.
“We’re here,” the woman said peremptorily. “I’ll leave you now.”
And with a bow, she pressed the button and the doors whisked open. I was astonished by what I saw inside. Because this play area was a nothing more than a white cube, completely empty except for what looked like a washing machine against the wall, and my man. Oh yeah, Donovan was here, waiting for me, casual and relaxed and utterly gorgeous in a black suit.
I stepped in, the door whooshing shut, all thoughts of my escort gone.
“Daddy?” I whispered. “What is this place?”
He was on me in a moment, running big hands through my curls, bending to press a tender kiss to my lips.
“This is the play area, baby,” he rumbled, that voice already sending shivers down my spine. “Or more accurately, this is a play area. There are many play areas within the clubs,” he said with an amused half-smile.
My eyes closed for a moment.
“But Daddy,” I said slowly, our fingers interlocked. “I don’t get it. What is this club? What is this place?” I asked, gesturing with my hands. “Why are we underground?”
He chuckled low in his chest.
“Baby, didn’t Melinda tell you? This is the Billionaires Club, where billionaires come to play.”
That made me stop short again.
“But are you really a billionaire?” I asked, dumbfounded. “Really, truly?”
He chuckled, flashing that movie star smile.
“Really, truly, baby girl. Why do I not look like one?” he said, gesturing to his suit.
I gaped, mouth immediately going dry. Because truth be told, this was the first time I was seeing Donovan under clear, bright lights. Our previous encounters I’d been turned around, or it’d been dark and I’d only gotten a glimpse of penetrating blue eyes and awesome masculine features.
But now, seeing him in the open, my quick glimpses hadn’t been wrong. Because the alpha was devastatingly gorgeous in every way. I’d never realized just how tall he was, and now, he loomed over me, dwarfing my modest five four. Plus, the man was built. I’d felt him pressing against me, the heavy musculature pushing me into the ground, making me feel feminine and soft, but now, face to face with the awesome physicality, my mouth went completely dry, words refusing to come out.
Because Donovan was a god. The black tee outlined a chiseled chest and strong arms, torso dipping into a vee before showing off thick, hard thighs. And oh god, even through those trousers I could see the outline of what I wanted so bad. That snake, the enormous python was there, curved around his waist, a ridge visible beneath the heavy material.
My silence was tell-tale because a low chuckle roused me from my trance.
“Cat got your tongue?” the big man drawled lazily. “Something got you distracted baby?”
I snapped to, gulping audibly, meeting his gaze with wide brown eyes.
“Daddy,” I whispered. “I’ve just never seen you for real, you know? Not in real light. And you’re … gorgeous,” I choked a bit on the word.
The gleam in his eyes was amused, but also hungry like a predator.
“Good,” he rumbled throatily. “I’m glad my baby likes her Daddy because Daddy has a lot to give,” he said smoothly, unzipping his fly, cock ready to roll.
I shrieked then.
“Daddy stop!” I mumbled quickly. “I have so many questions that are unanswered, what are you doing?”
But it was too late, that male face hard and arrogant, blue eyes gleaming with fire. His voice, although smooth, was also menacing with an edge.
“Naw baby,” he drawled. “Remember rule number one? What was rule number one honey, or do you want your pussy slapped again?”
Oh god, but the thought of having my clit smacked by this alpha only made me juice. I cursed my traitorous body, wishing that I was someone else, an ice queen with solid barriers. But my insides melted, pussy going hot and wet and immediately, I nodded.
“The first rule is that baby never says no to Daddy,” I parroted obediently. “Baby never says no.”
“That’s right,” he rasped, dark streaks across his cheekbones now. “And if Daddy wants to take his dick out for baby to suck, then baby does it. Got it?”
There was no reply because I’d already sunk to my knees in front of him, wordlessly worshipping the hard dickshaft he’d pulled out. Oh god, what’s become of me? I’m such a slut around Donovan, I let him fuck me any way he wants at the drop of a hat. None of my questions were answered, I barely knew more about him than when we started, and yet here I was, a supplicant before that massive shaft.
Because I wanted it, I wanted to feel him inside me, I wanted him to finish again, spraying my vaginal canal with his cum. I wanted the hot white to trickle out of my pussy, a goopy reminder of the alpha male I’d been with, whom I’d pleasured so good until he jizzed, giving me his sweet, hot DNA.
So with wide brown eyes, I looked up at him, entranced.
“Yes Daddy,” I murmured. “I’m ready,” I said, my pink pout already opening into a perfectly round “O.”
But Donovan looked down at me, blue eyes aroused yet amused.
“Naw baby, I like my girls to suck, but I like ‘em even better if they suck naked. You want that sweetheart? You wanna get naked before you taste Daddy’s dick?”
My pussy juiced again, running hot and wet, quivering with anticipation and his nearness.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said obediently, struggling to stand up again. “Yes, of course, Baby will obey.”
With that, I slowly unbuttoned my cardigan, letting it drop limply to the floor before pulling the matching top over my head. But I’d done something different today. Instead of donning lingerie, I’d let my girls go free and now the Double D’s swung, pendulous and white before Donovan’s hungry gaze.
“Daddy like?” I giggled, cupping one in my hand, wiggling my torso a bit so that they swung tantalizingly. “Daddy like?”
“Oh yeah Daddy likes,” he growled, eyes ablaze. “Daddy fucking loves. But take it all off sweetheart, let Daddy see.”
And giggling more, I undid the button on my skirt and slowly eased it over my hips, struggling a bit to get it down my big butt.
“Oof!” I squealed, smiling at him as I got naked. “Oof, oof!” Because instead of my usual cotton undies, I’d put on a pair of silky, lacy panties instead, the pale pink color so innocent and soft hugging my hips. But right now, the light color only emphasized one thing – that I was completely drenched down below, the crotch completely soaked through with vaginal fluids.
“Oh Daddy!” I mewled, shooting Donovan a flirtatious look. “Oh god, it feels good!” I murmured, stroking lightly between my thighs.
And the big man watched mesmerized, staring as my clever fingers traced my labia through my panties, lightly grazing over the wet spot, the unmistakable aroma of aroused cunt wafting in the air. The alpha literally inhaled deeply, dick twitching as he watched me do my dirty dance, but Donovan shook his head again, blue eyes still focused on my twat.
“Take it off baby,” he rasped, stroking his dick. “Take it all off and let me see.”
But I wasn’t gonna take it off so slowly. The billionaire’s taught me a thing or two in our time together and I like to tease now, I like to make my man burn. So with one finger I traced down over my clit, lightly touching the hard nub before curving into the satin and slowly lifting it up and away from my pussy, pulling it to the side so that it bisected one big butt cheek. Only then was my cunt exposed, running hotly, the smell delicious and so strong now that it was an aphrodisiac in the air, enveloping us in pure lust.
“Unnh Daddy,” I murmured, never breaking eye contact with him. “Unnnh feels good.”
Because I was lightly teasing my clit with one finger, pressing down on the button and squirming as a result, making my boobs jiggle, the white flesh creamy and delicious. But Donovan is one dirty motherfucker and he gripped his shaft hard at the base before sliding off to the tip, stroking that fuck shaft and playing with the head.
“Show me your clit baby girl,” he ground out. “Show it to Daddy.”
And giggling, I obeyed. Reaching both hands between my legs, I put a finger on each pussy lip and smiled coyly, pulling my flesh apart. The big man literally spurted then, dick releasing a bit of cum, gloopy and hot.
“Aw fuck, baby girl, aw fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned, hand moving like a piston up and down his shaft now. “Shit, what you do to me.”
I giggled, pulling my labia even wider now, showing off my two-inch button, hard and engorged for his pleasure. But even more, I wanted to show where he belonged. I wanted to show him what was his, where “home” was to the big man and giggling once more, I spun in my heels so that my back was towards the big man. Leaning over, I shifted my panties to the side even more so that there was no cloth in the way and bent over. The massive expanse of my backside opened up, and I parted my legs to give him a better look.
“See Daddy?” I asked breathily. “See how much I want you?”
Because I wasn’t just giving him my pussy hole, I was giving him my asshole too. The pink parentheses of my cunt were perfect, wet and drooling with lust, the sacred space ready to be pummeled. And it was punctuated at the top with the brown, the dark star that was my secret, holy place, and I was a complete slut, holding my ass cheeks open so that Donovan could look right in, he could see exactly how much I wanted him.
And with another giggle and coy shake of my hips, I did something that drove the big man over the edge. I clenched my internal muscles, and fuck, but my anus literally winked at him. It blinked and popped, beckoning, and I exaggerated the effect by pulling the darkness open, showing him the insides of my dark spot.
“Oh yeah, Daddy,” I cooed coyly, looking up at him from between my legs. “Baby is Daddy’s butt slut, not just his pussy slut.”
But what I hadn’t counted on was the urgency of the big man’s reaction because I’d thought he’d play with my ass a little, maybe finger my pussy before licking it and fucking in tight. Maybe even like last time, rotating between my two spaces, fucking into one and then the other. But instead, this was the play room, and suddenly it became clear why we were here.
Because Donovan sprang forward and literally lifted me in his arms, depositing me on top of the washing machine. It was white and industrial-looking, just like any other, with the lid open and I struggled not to fall into the center space.
“What!” I shrieked, shocked and surprised. I literally had both feet on each edge of the metal surface, barely balanced in my heels as Donovan supported me around the waist. “What the fuck Daddy? What’s going on?”
I looked down into hole, which was empty, but Donovan didn’t pause to explain. Instead he reached behind me and pressed ‘ON’ with a hard grunt, the entire thing coming to life like a growling animal, thumping and bumping.
I still didn’t get it, barely able to maintain my balance, still crouched above the open hole as the machine churned below me.
“What the?” I gasped again. “Why are we doing thi-?”
But my question was cut off because at that moment, Donovan whipped out a massive rubber dildo, huge and black, deliciously curved. My mouth fell open even as my pussy dripped. Was that going in me? What the hell was going on? Was I supposed to fuck the dildo as the surface below me bumped away?
Evidently so, because with a hard thunk, Donovan slammed the dildo onto the center cone, the fake dick sticking up in the air.
“Fuck that,” he ground out. “Fuck that with your slutty pussy.”
I gaped, still barely able to keep my balance.
“No Daddy!” I gasped. “How? I’m wearing heels and this is so unstable, this is so wrong!”
He only growled again before pushing the off button. Thankfully, the machine stopped moving and I was able to catch my breath for a moment. But I’d made a mistake. I’d said “no” to Daddy, against the rules.
“Fuck you,” he ground out, trailing a big finger between my legs, catching the drool at the bottom of my wet slit. “Fuck you, bitch.”
And with that, he pulled me up a bit before nudging me forwards to lower me onto the dildo.
“Unnh!” I squealed. “Oh my god, oh my god!”
But there are no no’s, Donovan doesn’t even register the word anymore. And slowly, oh so slowly, he helped me shift downwards until the tip of the rubber toy just kissed my pussy lips.
“Ohhh!” I squealed, labia quivering slightly, drooling with lust. Could this be really happening? Was I actually gonna fuck a dildo while straddling a washing machine? It was so fucking dirty but yet, it was absolutely happening. “Ohh, Daddy!”
“That’s right,” Donovan ground out. “This is the Club and girls are here to serve. Now fucking serve.”
And with that, the dildo slid up my vaginal canal, pussy spreading as it entered. Fuck, it felt amazing, the penetration so deep and thorough. I was astonished to actually be able to feel the vein in the rubber on the bottom, like it was a real dick entering my secret space, stretching my hole and making me love it.
“Ohhh god,” I moaned again, eyes drifting shut as the massive toy made its way up my interior canal. “Fuck, this feels good.”
“That’s right,” Donovan growled from in back of me, still helping to guide me. “And it only gets better honey because guess what? You’re going for a ride.”
With no warning, the big man reached behind me and pushed the start button on the machine again. But fortunately, he’d put the setting on low, and this was no wild ride. Instead, the dildo began moving within my puss with slow, circular strokes, like it was on delicate cycle.
“Unnh!” I squealed. “Oh god!”
“That’s right,” Donovan rasped. “Let that slutty pussy get fucked.”
I squatted there, legs wide as the toy churned away in my tiny twat. It was fucking amazing, the rubber hot and slick in my secret space, grazing against my clit on every forward thrust. But I wanted more, so tilting my hips forward, I tried to get more hardness in me, wriggling and mewling. Donovan sensed what I wanted immediately and pressed his advantage.
“Baby want more fuck? Oh yeah, I think so, that slutty cunt is so damn wet.”
And I moaned lustily because of course he was right. When I glanced between my legs, even I was shocked at the sight. I know I can get wet, I knew I was really turned on, yet this was something I’d never envisioned. Because it was so disgusting yet absolutely delicious. My pussy was completely fucked, lips hugging the huge toy, hungry and whory. But even more was the amount of juice slickly sliding down the rubber, there was so much cream that the liquid literally collected in the machine, an inch of the good stuff lining the bottom.
“That’s right, fuck this, let’s take this to the max,” Donovan growled behind me. “Lift your butt up baby, let me see that pussy get pummeled.”
And with a sigh that was more of a gasp, I did as he commanded. Bracing both hands on the flat surface in front of me, I leaned forwards so that my breasts swung pendulously, and tilted my ass. The growl in back was the indication that my position was perfect because the handsome male had a full view of the dildo sawing away in my wet folds. But what I didn’t anticipate was Donovan’s immediate reaction. Because he flicked the switch then, and the churning in my pussy became intense, the fucking machine on max.
“Unnnh!” I squealed. “Oh SHIT!”
I shouldn’t have been surprised because of course, this was gonna happen. Donovan is a harsh alpha male, with a take no prisoners approach, so of course he was gonna force me to ride with the volume on max. There was no soft introduction, no gentle release, he likes his girls dirty and fucked, every boundary broken. And the truth was I was only too happy to be his cumbucket. I’d come so far, getting into a strange car to see a strange man, and yet it was absolutely right. As my pussy was drilled hard, I lifted my ass higher to let the big man get his rocks off.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, fisting his pole, eyes glued to where the machine thrusted into my flesh. “Fuck yeah.”
But I’m a dirty girl. Even though it’s only been days since I was a virgin, I’ve developed by leaps and bounds and I wasn’t gonna let him get off easy. So as the machine pummeled away, I reached behind myself and flipped the switch onto delicate cycle.
“Don’t worry Daddy,” I cooed between panting breaths, shooting the billionaire a coy glance. “I won’t let you down.”
Donovan merely grunted, not even lifting his gaze from my sloppy cunt, the dildo now pulsing with gentle waves.
“You better not,” he grunted. “You better not, little fuckdoll.”
And with a secret smile, I lifted my ass then. Slowly, the dildo fell out, reappearing slick and wet and disgusting from between my folds, but that was the point. Because what I was about to do required a lot of lube.
“Mmm, Daddy,” I moaned, throwing my head back and gripping my breasts, squeezing the huge mounds. “Help me?”
Donovan’s eyes practically popped out then, hand stilling on his fuckshaft. But he didn’t hesitate for a moment.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “Oh hell yeah.”
Because slowly, the big man helped me move forwards until it was no longer my pussy positioned over the black dildo. Oh yeah, it was my ass.
“Mmmph!” I shrieked as the wet, spongy head touched my anal hole. “Oh god!”
This was so wrong. This was so fucking wrong. This was a vaginal sized dildo, ten inches and wide, not some small three-inch butt plug. But I was so turned on and besides, I wanted it. I wanted to show the billionaire what I could do, how I’d been transformed from good-girl librarian to full-on cumslut.
“Yes,” I panted, taking a deep breath. “Yes … unnnh!”
Because slowly, my butt descended on the massive fuckshaft. It pried my ass open, worming into my anal chamber, the stretch so tight and still a little uncomfortable. My eyes squeezed shut with agony but then Daddy came to the rescue because he slid a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit, playing with my hard nub. Oh god, the waves that pulsed through my pussy helped everything loosen, nips going hard, delicious spasms running through my cunt and ass.
“Ohhh,” I moaned, head lolling on my shoulders at the dirty sensations. “Ohhh.”
“That’s right, baby girl,” my lover rasped deep in his chest. “That’s right, show me what a butt slut you are.”
And taking a deep breath, I obeyed. Slowly, thighs burning, I pushed myself down, anus stretching to accommodate the massive toy. My butt hole burned and yet it was so good. I was doing this for Donovan, and my body loosened, slowly letting the toy creep up inch by inch.
“Unh!” I gasped once it was rooted deep, just the balls showing between my white cheeks. “Unh, unh!”
And Donovan really is a fucker. Because never breaking eye contact, he reached one big hand behind me and flicked the machine onto max right then. Fuck him! Fuck, how could he do this to me? I squealed, straightening reflexively, the dildo almost slipping out of my ass but it was jammed in too tight. The only thing I could do was to take the butt fuck as the toy began to pound my anus, making me squeal and squirm.
“You like it,” the billionaire rasped harshly. “You fucking love it, admit it butt slut.”
And I knew what he was seeing. Knees spread as wide as they could go, my glistening vag was wet and swollen, pussy juice dripping in rivulets from my hole to lube the ride down below. And the dildo was relentless, working away like a monster in my brownie, pummeling with absolutely no mercy.
“Unnh, unnh!” I cried out, vision going hazy. “Unnh!”
But there was no going back. There was no pausing, no dialing down the volume because with a thunderclap, my body exploded. Pulses ran from my cunt all the way to my fingers and toes, electrifying every nerve, spasms shaking my small frame. And oh fuck, but my ass was so fucked. Both holes winked in rhythm, clamping and clenching, anus squeezing the dildo in me, milking it futilely for male jism.
“Unnnh!” I cried out, a melodic wail, everything given to the billionaire alpha. “Oh god!”
And Donovan was on it too. As the hurricane blew through my body, Donovan lowered his head to lick at my snatch, to feel the pulses of my pussy with his tongue, the wet flesh trembling around him.
“Aww fuck,” he ground out between laps. “Fuck this shit.”
And I burst anew, on fire for this man, every part of me dedicated to him. Because I was his, I was absolutely his, the hurricane that started three days ago had blown me away so that I spiraled in the clouds, floating, soaring, with nothing but Donovan on my mind and in my body.
“Yes, Daddy!” I screamed, throwing my head back, giving him my all. “Yes Daddy!”
And with that, I collapsed into his arms, ass squelching down onto the pulsing joystick. With a flick of his wrist, the big man shut off the machine before slowly lifting me off, a wet sucking ringing in our ears. Oh god, it was so dirty yet so delicious, every part of me so fucked and trembling with pleasure, ecstasy still washing over my curves in waves.
But I turned to Donovan as he set me on the floor. Because Donovan was still hard, achingly stiff with his fuckshaft dripping to the floor.
“Daddy,” I whispered, looking at that fuckrod. “You didn’t come? You want baby to suck it? Or put it in me?”
And in a flash, I rolled back onto my butt, spreading my legs and showing him both holes again, the pink gleaming, ripples of ecstasy still running visibly through my private parts.
“You want Daddy?” I cooed, prying my butt wide, letting him look up my ass.
But the big man never fails to surprise because with a hungry growl, Donovan fisted his shaft again, shiny and wet.
“Naw baby girl, thank you for offering but Daddy has something else in mind.”
And with one swift move, the alpha swung himself onto the washing machine so that he was crouched where I’d been just moments before.
“Daddy?” I asked, stupefied. What was going on? Why was Donovan on the white toy? But my eyes grew wide and mouth dropped open because oh fuck, it really was happening. With a low, throaty groan, abs and chest tight, the big man began lowering himself onto the used dildo. Oh shit, oh shit, I watched stupefied as the billionaire fucked himself onto a massive black toy, anus spreading to accept that relentless length, and oh shit, but it was so disgusting. Because the rubber was completely coated in a mixture of my ass sweat and pussy juice, rancid and yet such a turn on.
I gasped.
“Daddy, no!” I squealed, eyes wide yet pussy gushing.
But Donovan shot me a harsh look.
“Fuck you,” he ground out. “Fuck me,” he grunted again, pushing his ass down further, forcing his hole to open, mouth opening slightly as the rubber dick slid up his rectum. “Awww fuck.”
And with that, I could only do as he asked. Scrambling to my feet, I reached behind the big man and pressed start on the machine. With a rumble and a creak, the whole thing began churning loudly, the dildo doing its business in my man’s back hole, stretching him, making him gasp with pleasure, big hands gripping the edges of the machine as his butt got stirred.
“Unnh,” he grunted. “Unnh, unnh.”
And the sight was so delicious, so fucking unbelievable yet titillating, that I joined in the show. Ducking my head, I reached for that big dong with a small hand before sucking it into my mouth.
“Mmph, mmph,” I moaned, loving the taste of pre-cum, letting it slide down my throat like the sweetest nectar. “Ummm.”
God, it was so wrong, my lover drilled in the ass as I sucked his hard cock. And after a few short minutes, Donovan was done for. With a growl crescendoing into a massive roar, the big man’s knuckles grew white on the ledge as that hard body trembled, and he erupted like a geyser into my throat. Blast after hot blast of sticky semen coated my insides, dripping down my esophagus like the tastiest cocktail.
“Mmmph!” I shrieked, slurping it all down. “Mmm!”
Because I’ve never really tasted man milk before. Sure, I’d let Donovan finger my pussy, I’d even let him put it in, but never had I had his cum in my mouth, and oh god, but it was the most delectable drink. Hot, salty and yet sweet, I gulped and gulped, swallowing the bubbly like the horniest slut on earth, desperate for more.
And my billionaire didn’t let me down. Balls high and tight, he pulsed again and again, pushing his dick in even further, almost choking me, forcing my throat to expand.
“That’s it,” he panted. “Drink it all little cumslut.”
And I moaned lustily, lips pursed tight. Because oh god, there was so much and I didn’t want to spill. I didn’t want to let even a drop get away, the semen belonged in my body, either in my pussy, ass or mouth, and nowhere else. So I slurped hungrily, swallowing as fast as I could, but it was no good. Donovan’s a virile male and it spilled out from where my lips pursed around his cock, trailing down my chin and hitting my stomach.
But I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cum in my puss. It feels so good in my folds, it feels so amazing rubbed all over my clit that I gave up, and leaned back, letting him spurt all over my body.
“Shit,” the alpha ground out, blue eyes blazing as he creamed all over me. “Fuck this shit.”
I moaned throatily, watching hungrily as white rivulets ran down my breasts, coating my stomach and pussy with goop. But I wanted to make sure it got into me, so with a sly hand, I reached down between my folds and pushed it into my hole, enjoying the hot slide, accepting man milk in my private parts.
“Yeah Daddy,” I cooed, shaking my breasts at him as he crouched on top of the machine. “Just like this.”
And Donovan groaned, eyes squeezed tight as his dick dripped its last drops. Because oh yeah. I loved the feel of his hot cum in my cunt, it didn’t matter if I was a slut. Because I was a whore with the man I adored, I’d give anything to him, I’d let him fuck my butt, fuck my mouth, fuck any part of me he wanted, so long as he took me to heaven. And Donovan would never let me down, he was my Daddy and Daddies take care of their little girls. So with another sigh and coy look, I spread my legs even further so that my hole gaped open and scooped another handful of sperm from my breast before pushing it into my pussy.
“Mmm,” I cooed. “I love you Daddy, I love this.”
Donovan’s eyes flared at the words, dark streaks across his cheeks, that chiseled male body still poised on the washing machine as he stared at me. But he didn’t reply. He didn’t say “I love you baby girl” or even “ditto.” The billionaire just drank me up, gaze eating up every inch of my hot curves, my wet, soft folds all for him.
And I guess that’s what the problem is. Because I would go to the ends of the earth for this man, I would sacrifice my everything, my life, my heart, and my soul. But would Donovan do the same for me? If asked, would he put himself on the line, make himself vulnerable?
After all, the billionaire had been looking for an anonymous fuck only, and maybe that’s all he wanted, hard stop. Even though he’d brought me to the private play space of the Billionaires Club, maybe there was no future for us, and I was merely his plaything, his cum slut, and nothing else. Could I live with that? Could Rachel Smith, a good girl who’s never done anything scandalous, live with being nothing but the fuck doll of an alpha male? And for how long?
The thoughts churned in the back of my mind, but I couldn’t think about it right now. Because I’d never felt so good, had such an amazing out of body experience, and all I wanted to do was to go at it again … as soon as possible with the alpha as my lover, my guide, my playmate, my everything.