Jared
I sat in the booth, idly swirling the drink in my hand. The setting was decent. Nothing compared to the actual Billionaires Club, but then, what can you expect from an offshoot?
Because the actual club is an elite establishment with a massive underground complex in Nevada. It a place for filthy rich dudes to relax, socialize, and do whatever the fuck they want in relative privacy, without the prying eyes of the media, friends, family, acquaintances, all the hangers-on that accompany power and money.
But the Billionaires Club doesn’t run itself. Sure, we have top-notch staff, paying a pretty penny to various minions to keep the place humming. But every ship needs a pilot, so sometimes a few of us dudes pitch in to make sure this place stays in tip top shape.
And I admit, I fuckin’ love this part of the job. It sounds like a stupid chore, but to me, it rocks. Because the dirtiest part of the Club is that we source girls. There are auctions every now and then, where members buy virgins on the block, the sweetest, most beautiful things, and someone’s gotta find the girls right? Sure, we’ve got recruiters out everywhere, scouts roaming globe, sussing out the most nubile, innocent things. But still, it helps sometimes to look yourself, and that’s what I was doing tonight.
So I stretched out, looking around. This place was okay. Sometimes we run satellite ops, off-shoots of the real deal to test a new market, see what we can catch elsewhere. Although we have the best recruiters, sometimes we staff a new set-up just to see what happens, maybe draw in some prime female flesh. And this particular hush-hush operation had popped up on the fly, with no real planning, just the goal, as always, to find the best, most beautiful women out there.
So no, the interior wasn’t anything to write home about. Sure, the lights were dim, but the set-up inside was bizarre, like it’d been designed by some funky nouveau interior designer. First, instead of having private booths, this place had a maze using plants, a series of bushes and hedges that came up to my chin, forming a labyrinth of sorts. I have to admit it was a cool idea because it gave the place a lush feel, like we were in a tropical garden instead of some no-name industrial complex. Plus, the vegetation definitely muzzled sounds, so the moans and cries of various women in heat, the grunts of alpha males spurting, were merely muffed cries, arousing as shit.
But yeah, other than the musical symphony, this place was just okay. I stared at the amber liquid in my hand, a shot of the good stuff, Maker’s Mark straight. But that’s the problem. It was just Maker’s, there was no Woodford Reserve, hell, the waitress had never even heard of Woodford Reserve, the words were completely foreign. So I shook my head, disgusted. What kind of bar only has one type of bourbon? A shitty ass bar, that’s what, I thought, throwing back the drink.
But the alcohol wasn’t my prime concern tonight. I was here to see whether or not the right type of girl was coming through, whether there was any potential to source females from this part of the country. Even though NYC is generally ripe pickings, still, if you’re on the wrong block you can be cold, whereas a place one mile up is hot. And what I’d seen so far hadn’t been promising. The first girl was ridiculous, too much plastic everywhere. I don’t know what’s with the ladies these days, but that female couldn’t have been more than nineteen and yet she’d had significant work done. Her chin and cheekbones protruded bumpily, you could practically see the stitches in her skin. Plus the perfectly circular, rubbery breasts were fuckin’ scary, like cones poking out. It was too fake and I wasn’t exactly shy telling her.
“Naw,” I grunted, leaning back in my chair.
But the blonde Barbie couldn’t be dissuaded. It’s something about my aura, maybe the expensive suit I have on, the polished shoes or the forty-thousand dollar watch on my wrist. Because despite the fact that I’d already dismissed her, Barbie wasn’t turned off at all. She flipped a perfectly straight sheaf of long, platinum hair over her shoulder and glanced at me coyly.
“You sure big guy?” she murmured, batting her lashes. “How about if I give you a little of this?” she cooed, pulling down one side of her top so that a huge gazonga popped out, giant and ghostly white under the lights.
But like I said before, this woman has had way too much work done, and unfortunately, it wasn’t done well. Even in the dim interior, I could make out the slight ridge of her implant, a line in her flesh marking where the breast tissue stopped and the saline began. So I shook my head again, disgusted.
“Naw, baby girl,” I grunted disinterestedly. “But you might want to get that looked at,” I added. “Shit like that’ll go bad on you in a few years, not the ten they say.”
The girl was obviously confused, she had no idea what I was talking about. Plus, I’m sure most dudes salivated at her titties, happy to get a mouthful of Double D. So the girl stuttered, her expression creasing into a bimbo-like look of confusion.
“I’m sorry, wha?” she asked, eyes almost crossing with bewilderment. “I’m sorry sir, what did you say?”
I sighed, feeling more exasperated than anything. The poor thing was like a bag of rocks, not two brain cells to rub together.
“Your tits,” I ground out, staring at that one big boobie pointedly. “Your implants are shitty and they’re gonna explode way before the expiration date. Go see a doctor,” I commanded.
The girl flushed then. But instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, instead she pulled the fabric lower so that both her breasts sprung out like enormous buoys.
“But how do you know?” she simpered. “Don’t you want to touch to make sure? You can be my doctor,” she breathed invitingly.
Again, some guys would have been all over this. Some guys would have welcomed the opportunity to motorboat his face between two huge bags of saline, enjoying the artificial bounceback. But not me, I like ‘em creamy and real, and this Barbie was all plastic. So disgusted, I reached into my wallet, pulling out a card.
“Here,” I said shortly. “Here’s the name of my secretary, call her for the name of a decent MD.”
The girl was on it immediately, scooping up the paper like she’d won a grand prize.
“Oh sure, and I can call you at this number too, right? This is where I can reach you,” she simpered, tantalizingly slipping the card between those gazongas, the breastflesh eating up the scrap. But I’d had enough of this shit. She could call my secretary as much as she wanted, but the blonde would never reach me, Mrs. Cohen knew exactly how to screen wannabes and hangers-on. So I merely shook my head and took another swig of my drink, clicking a button next to the chair.
“Handler,” I grunted, and immediately a woman appeared, middle-aged and severe, dressed all in black.
“Sir, may I help you?” she nodded courteously. “Is there something I can do?”
I nodded, expressionless.
“Get her out of here,” I said, indicating the blonde. “And make sure she sees a plastic surgeon. An accredited one,” I said meaningfully, “not some fake who pumps girls full of industrial silicone.”
The woman nodded, gesturing to the blonde.
“Of course, we’ll make sure Courtney is taken care of. Courtney,” she said with a stern glance, almost like she was talking to a child. “Let’s go Courtney, pull your dress up, it’s time to go.”
And Courtney was like a dumb doll, getting up unsteadily, manhandling her boobs awkwardly, the flesh slipping this way and that until they were stuffed back into her top.
“Oh sure, but what about Mr. …?” she asked, blue eyes wide, looking between the two of us. “Are we gonna get together again, big guy?”
I was so disgusted that I couldn’t reply. There was nothing appealing about this girl, both her body and mind were missing, she was a life-size mannequin. So I turned away silently, leaving the handler to take care of it.
“Maybe Courtney,” the woman cajoled. “But remember, it’s the clients choice, so let’s give him some privacy to decide,” she soothed, grabbing Courtney by the wrist as the girl teetered in her high heels, top heavy and ridiculous. “Let’s give Mr. White some privacy, shall we?” she asked again, this time pulling the blonde along behind her.
And Courtney was happy enough to leave, thinking that we’d be reunited later. But the handler knew exactly what I wanted because at the last moment, the woman turned and nodded again, still dragging her charge along.
“Would you like another one, sir?” she asked courteously. “I’m sorry this one didn’t work out, but we have a particularly abundant selection tonight.”
It’s funny. Any other club, and you would have thought she was referring to a drink, offering me another cocktail. But no, we were the Billionaires Club and I was here to check out the girls, to see if there was a viable pipeline that would sate my brothers back in Nevada. And so far, it’d been disappointing, a real let down. The girls tonight just hadn’t been with it, and Courtney was a prime example of everything that was wrong, the low IQ, the plastic body, the clueless personality. The Billionaires Club sources the highest quality material, not fake shit, not dumb shit, and not illegal shit. We want the best and are willing to pay for it, yet tonight’s selection had been overwhelmingly bad, the bottom of the barrel.
So I almost said no, I almost put the lid on it and left for the night. But something changed my mind. I’m not sure what it was, maybe it was the sound of a female moan from a couple booths away, or maybe it was the alcohol speaking. Shit, Maker’s Mark is still potent stuff and I’d had four or five shots by now, numbing myself to the pain.
So I forced myself back to attention and nodded.
“One more,” I said warningly. “And she better be good.”
The middle-aged woman looked worried, like it was on her to source a desirable female, someone up to Club standards. But she nodded curtly and remained silent, merely dragging Courtney along behind her.
“Of course,” she murmured deferentially, “I’ll see what we have.”
And with that, both women disappeared behind a hedgerow and I sank lower in my chair. Shit, shit, shit. Was I really up for this? Even another fifteen minutes with a dumb bitch was intolerable, my body would dissolve, bones melting from sheer agony. I resolved to give the new girl two minutes max. If there was anything, and I mean anything, I didn’t like about the female, I was booting her stat and beating feet, headed back to the hotel. Life is short and I didn’t want to waste it with another dud.
So I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for a moment, trying to relax. Shit is hard when you’re a billionaire, but it’s a different kind of hard. Opportunities come at you all the time, and sure, a lot of folks would give their eye teeth at the options I had. But still, when the choices were bad, it’s always a disappointment, and tonight had been one disappointment after another. Every girl had been wrong in some way, or in multiple ways, and I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to will away an oncoming migraine.
But no such luck. As the pressure behind my eyes began to swell and grow, becoming a massive cloud of red pain, the handler’s voice penetrated the fog again.
“Sir,” she began tentatively. “I’m so sorry to intrude, but the next girl is here.”
And pausing a moment, I gathered my calm. Do not blow up when you see her, a voice inside cautioned. Even if she’s a sack of shit with four eyes and tentacles, do not blow up. Just get up and leave, this place is shit, but who the fuck cares?
So I opened my eyes slowly, expecting nothing. Less than nothing, tonight had been such a downer that if an octopus stared at me, suckers waving, I would have just gotten up and left without a word. But instead, a beautiful girl looked back at me, hesitantly biting her lip.
“Handler,” I ground out. “Leave us.”
Just like that, the woman was gone, leaving the girl in her wake. And what a girl she was. The female couldn’t have been more than eighteen, ripe and supple with wide, innocent eyes and the pinkest, lushest mouth. Brown curls framed a heart-shaped face, topped off with a small chin and pert, perfect nose.
And the female was ripe too. As the brunette moved to seat herself, I took in that body, dick going instinctively hard. God, that lushness, it was a curvy delight, massive tits that jiggled and swayed naturally, no silicone here. And shit, that ass. It was huge and fleshy, just the way I like it, hips swinging freely before curving into a narrow waist, all of it highlighted by the clingy dress she wore.
“Hi,” the girl murmured throatily. “I’m Abigail.”
I didn’t reply at first, just looking my fill. Shit, this was a fitting end to the night. Suddenly the fact that I’d just waded through a dozen duds made no difference, the memory already slipping from my mind. Because by sticking it out, the prize had come at the end. Abigail was gorgeous, and I could tell from the light in her eyes that she was a catch, no vapid dummy here.
“Hey,” I growled. “Jared. Care for a drink?”
Even the fact that I was offering her a drink was notable because I hadn’t done as much for the previous women. Hell no, some of those ladies couldn’t have handled the alcohol, they would have gone from dumb to dumber in no time, making my job even more painful.
But the girl shook her head, flushing a bit.
“Thanks,” she said softly, biting her lip. “But I can’t because I’m underage. Not quite twenty-one yet,” she said with a slight smile.
My eyebrows went up. Shit, this was a girl with morals, most teens were always looking for someone to buy them alcohol. Hell, didn’t all the kids have fake IDs these days, specifically for that purpose? But the brunette was different, she’d turned down free shit without even hesitating. So I paused, just taking the female in. She was so luscious and even that voice had me hooked, her words coming out breathy and tantalizing. Or maybe it was the alcohol playing tricks on me, maybe I’d had way more than I thought and was tanked like a dumbass.
But what the fuck, I didn’t get to where I am by being a shy pansy. I take when the goods are offered, and a bonanza had just arrived, unexpected and lush. So I smiled lazily at her.
“Something virgin then?” I drawled. “I’m sure we can get whatever you need.”
The girl blushed at the word “virgin,” my eyes going sharp even if outwardly, there was no indication that I’d noticed. Holy hell, was the woman a virgin? Was this sweet teen untouched by man, pure and innocent? My heart started pounding like a drum because she was prime Club material if so, shit, she’d fetch a price at auction in the millions if it was true.
But there was no sense in asking straight out, that was for amateurs. Instead, the information was there, waiting to be mined, but I’d get at it subtly, pulling it out like a spider drawing out a skein of silk.
“Um sure,” she nodded hesitantly. “Maybe a virgin pina colada?”
I almost choked on my drink then, trying not to burst with laughter. Because a virgin pina colada is a drink you get while on a cruise with the parents, when Mom and Dad are watching, complete with perky cherry and colorful umbrella. But I didn’t want her to know how much she’d given away by her order, how naïve and yet innocently tempting. So I merely nodded and pressed the button by my chair.
A waiter instantly appeared at my elbow, bowing subtly.
“Pina colada,” I growled. “Virgin. And another Maker’s for me.”
The man didn’t even speak, nodding and vanishing in an instant, leaving us alone once again. And this time, I leaned forward, looking closely at the girl.
“So tell me,” I drawled. “How’d you get to be here, Abigail? Can I call you that?”
She nodded slightly. I wasn’t sure the sourcing techniques of this off-shoot location. Hell, it didn’t matter to me that much, didn’t matter to the Club so long as tapped into a pipeline of hot girls legal and willing. But asking her origins was a good ice breaker.
“I came with my friend,” she said bravely. “My friend Jennelle said this was an exclusive place, and we could get in if we talked to a couple guys. Of course,” she said thoughtfully. “I didn’t think it was exactly like this.”
“You mean with the shrubs everywhere?” I drawled, leaning back in my chair, gesturing at the abundance of plants. “I admit, bushes wasn’t exactly what I expected either,” I added dryly.
The brunette tilted her head back and laughed softly, eyes sparkling.
“No, it’s not the vegetation, although yeah, that was unexpected,” she said with a shy smile. “It’s everything. I didn’t realize we’d be meeting guys.”
My brows flew up, amused.
“But I thought your friend said you were gonna talk with men to get in,” I drawled. “What did you think that meant?”
The girl blushed then.
“Well, I guess I just didn’t realize that we’d be, you know, talking one-on-one,” she murmured. And looking up, she took a deep breath and met my gaze squarely. “I didn’t realize I’d be separated from Jennelle,” she said firmly. “I thought we’d be together, that we’d chat with men together. Not like this,” she said, gesturing to our private space.
I leaned back in my chair, giving the impression of relaxation but actually every cell in my body was attuned towards the brunette, to the youth and innocence she projected.
“So has the experience met your expectations?” I drawled. “Have you had a good time tonight?”
The brunette bit her lip again, looking down before meeting my gaze with a wicked smile.
“Well, I’ve been okay but I think some of the guys I met don’t feel the same,” she said with an amused smile playing about her lips.
I almost shouted with laughter at that.
“What, you’ve been terrorizing the clients here?” I asked dryly. It wasn’t impossible, the girls had been a fucking letdown, who knows, maybe the guys were too. And my instinct was right on the money because Abigail shot me another brilliant smile and nodded.
“The last guy I met got his food from the garbage,” she murmured softly. “And he seemed really disappointed when I said I wasn’t going to do the same.”
I snorted then, bourbon almost flying out my nose.
“Seriously?” I growled. “What the fuck?”
But the woman nodded, a smile playing about her lips.
“It was pretty crazy,” she admitted. “He was really judgmental when I said I wouldn’t go with him to the dump to look for rotted fruit to eat.”
And I leaned my head back and roared with laughter then. Because within two minutes, the woman had already proved her worth. Abigail was witty, delightful to look at, with a sense of humor that was both dry and deprecating. In short, she was perfect Billionaires Club material, and I wanted to get a closer look, to learn what she was about.
“So why did you stick around?” I drawled, eyes like coals. “If the first client was such a dud, why did you stick around to meet a second?”
Abigail shot me a shimmering smile again.
“One was bad, but second time’s the charm, right?” she said. “Maybe the second time will be better.”
And with that, I couldn’t resist anymore. I had to see the goods, I had to see if she had the drive to make it happen, the desire, the warmth, the heat that all our best girls have. And so with a flick of my wrist, I undid my zip, cock popping out at full length. Oh yeah, despite the fact that we’d had nothing but a few minutes of witty banter, her looks and sparkling personality had made me fuck-all hard and I was ready to ream, ready to play on a moment’s notice.
“So honey,” I drawled, eyes hot on that sweet body. “Did they tell you what else to expect at the Club?”
Abigail didn’t answer then, eyes going wide, fixed on my massive shaft. And I don’t blame her. My cock at its best is ten inches long and wide all around, girls choke on this shit, saliva running down their chins as they try to take the monster deep into their throats. But Abby looked like a winner. The girl was young and elastic, I was sure that throat could stretch, I was sure those plush lips would circle my dick with no trouble at all.
“Um,” she stuttered, brown eyes wide, unable to look away. “Um.”
I leaned back, one huge fist gripping my cock at the base, slowly stroking up and down the thickness.
“Cat got your tongue?” I drawled. “What did you think was going to happen at the club?”
And the girl’s eyes flicked to me then, scared and nervous but also a desperately aroused.
“They didn’t say anything,” she whispered. “It was my friend Jennelle.”
I didn’t look away from her for an instant, our eye contact electric.
“Well what did Jennelle tell you then?” I growled once more, leaning back like it was perfectly normal to stroke yourself in front of a girl you’d just met two minutes before, to pull out your willy and give yourself a good rubdown. “What did this Jennelle tell you?”
Abigail swallowed thickly again, eyes flickering to my cock, inhaling hard before meeting my eyes once again.
“She said- she said that we were going to talk to guys,” the brunette stammered. “That we were gonna talk to guys and get in for free as a result.”
I growled low in my throat.
“Just talk?” I rasped. “Or was there more?”
A flush descended on Abigail’s face then.
“She didn’t say there was more, but I guess I should have figured,” she murmured in a low voice. “I mean, the cover here is three hundred, no one gets past a cover that expensive with just some talk.”
And I grunted, hand still moving rhythmically up and down. Because clearly this female was out of her element. She had no idea that three hundred was nothing, if you’re a beautiful girl willing to have a good time, shit, we’d waive a three thousand cover. So I merely fisted my shaft again, the movement slow, steady, rhythmic, Abby’s eyes trailing me like she couldn’t look away.
“Well if you’re here to earn your keep then, why don’t you start by taking off that dress,” I rumbled. “Get comfortable, show me some.”
The girl flushed again.
“No, I couldn’t,” she gasped. “I mean, I can’t, it’s not right, I don’t know you.”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“So? Who the fuck cares? You’re here to work, girlie, you got in free and it’s time to work.”
Abigail looked like she was about to cry for an instant, like she wanted to find the nearest exit and scram, this was a wild nightmare with no escape route. But the rhythmic pumping of my fist got to her. I could see her eyes fixating, those huge tits rising up and down as she inhaled, body loosening. Oh yeah, my rod does that to women, then want it, even the ones who’ve never had dick before want it bad.
And Abby was no different. Those brown eyes flickered to me once, and then twice as she began undoing the zip of her dress, reaching behind that curvy body, the material slowly loosening, slipping down her shoulders, white and creamy.
“That’s it,” I ground out, eyes hot on that female flesh. “Do it.”
And slowly, the dress dropped away until she was revealed to the waist. I grunted.
“Shit baby, don’t you wear a bra? What the hell?”
Abby flushed.
“It’s not that I don’t wear bras, I do,” she whispered, brown eyes hot on mine. “It’s just that I didn’t have a bra for this dress,” she admitted, “the sleeves are a little weird so you need one of those special ones so the straps don’t show.”
I grunted impatiently. Sure, I’m interested in women’s lingerie, but at this moment, all I could see were those tits, massive and enormous, mountains of snowy flesh capped with pink nubs. And shit, there was more and it was probably just as good. So without losing a beat, I nodded at the female, directing her to continue.
“Take it all off,” I grunted. “Show Daddy everything.”
The girl hesitated again, still bare to the waist. But then slowly, she got up, balancing unsteadily in her high heels before shimmying her hips, squeezing the velvet fabric over that huge ass and down her legs.
That’s when my hand stopped. All this time, I’d been stroking myself, up and down, up and down, steady and sure, squeezing and milking, drawing the girl into a trance. But when that dress slid off her hips, all movement ceased and I merely stared at her, chest tight, dick stiffening once more.
Because not only had the girl not worn a bra, but she hadn’t worn panties either. And now that pink slit peeked out from between her legs, luscious, puffy, and slightly moist, wet and hungry.
“Fuck baby girl,” I ground out, eyes like magnets on that sweet vee. “Where’s your underwear? You always go around like this?”
Abigail flushed as she stepped out of the dress, shaking the fabric free, before sitting back down, knees together, hands covering her tits, like that was gonna make a difference.
“No!” she protested, whispering once more. “It’s not that, it’s just …”
I merely looked at her, eyebrow raised. Just what? What could have possibly prevented her from wearing panties?
And she blushed again.
“I dunno,” she admitted, bowing her head a little before glancing at me once again. “I guess I felt brave today, putting on the dress and all. I wasn’t wearing a bra anyways, so I figured I’d go bare down below too.”
And shit, that was such the perfect answer. Because I like my girls wild, but even more, I like them slutty and hungry. Females who go for it, who throw caution to the wind are right up my alley, their pussies wet and assholes begging for it. Oh yeah, I’m an anal guy and there was no way this girl was getting away. No fuckin’ way. I had to see everything and nothing was gonna stop me.
“Spread your legs,” I growled, eyes hot, fist moving up and down my shaft again. “Let me see that tasty pussy.”
The girl flushed again, this time the blush spreading down over her chest, highlighting those luscious tits.
“But Daddy,” she whispered. “Won’t someone see? I mean, we have these bushes and all,” she said, indicating the rows of vegetation surrounding us. “But still, there are handlers all around, other people.”
I grunted.
“Trust me, no one’s coming,” I said smoothly, trying to keep myself reined in, like I wasn’t about to explode like a fucking geyser. “Trust me, no one’s gonna come unless I call.”
And that made her start for a moment. Because I’d emphasized how I was the boss here, the alpha male at the controls, and she was merely a butterfly for the ride, her wills and wants nothing in the face of my dominant personality. I could see the conflict in her eyes, how much Abigail wanted to argue, to put up some protest. But my girl’s a smart one. Her cards were weak compared to mine, and she played them like a champ.
“Okay,” she murmured, acquiescing. “Okay then.”
And with that, her hands dropped from her breasts, revealing that white magnificence again. Shit, this woman was the opposite of the disgusting bitch that had come before, Barbie or whatever her name was. Because Abigail was a hundred percent natural, one hundred percent real woman. As a guy who’s pounded dozens of pussies, I can size up a female body in two seconds flat. And nothing about Abigail was fake, those luscious tits were all hers, natural, heavenly mounds rising up and down temptingly as she breathed.
“Fuck,” was all I managed in a strangled grunt. “Fuck.”
And my reaction helped Abby loosen, helped her feel more confident. Because even the most innocent nymph instinctively knows when she has a man in her palm, and shit, but I was a fly in a web. I was supposed to be the fucking spider for crying out loud, the king cobra ready to devour its prey, but now I was the one dying for a taste of her, a touch, a look at that sweet snatch.
“Part ‘em,” I ground out, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Please honey.”
And Abby giggled slightly then, shooting me a coy look.
“Daddy like?” she teased, stroking her breasts, cupping the succulent flesh before tweaking the nipples, twisting and corkscrewing until they came off with a pop.
I groaned again. Where the fuck had she learned that? That was a porn star move, not something eighteen year-olds had up their sleeve. But Abby surprised me again. Because never breaking eye contact, she reached down and lifted a huge gazonga to her mouth, tonguing the pink crest, licking along her nipple as her other hand rubbed and stroked her other tit, lightly giving herself simultaneous mouth and hand jobs.
“Mmm, tastes good,” she moaned, still gazing at me coyly. “Oh god, tastes good.”
I grunted.
“Give Daddy a sample,” I growled, eyes on fire. “Come here, girlie.”
And slowly, Abby unfolded herself from the couch, those curves undulating. Shit, she was so beautiful, that huge, rounded ass, the giant tits, and that dripping wet snatch. At this moment, I could see that her cunt had run so much that there were rivulets of cream streaming down her thighs, her pussy craving dick so bad.
But the girl did as told and teetered towards me, hips swaying and beckoning. I groaned, tilting my head back.
“Feed it to me baby, feed me,” I rasped.
She paused for a moment, quivering and unsure.
“Daddy?” she asked in a small voice. “What do you mean?”
I groaned, the anticipation fucking painful. But that’s what you get when you’re with a virgin. The girl might look succulent and ripe, but fuck, inside is still innocence, pure teenage innocence that can’t be erased in ten minutes.
So I stroked my staff again, big body hard.
“Come stand by Daddy’s head,” I commanded throatily. “Part your legs, put one up here on the couch back, and spread that sweet snatch. Daddy wants a taste.”
Abby colored, trembling.
“Really Daddy?” she whispered, body going loose yet still disbelieving. “Do men really do that to women?”
And I growled, my hand job going faster and faster. I needed her so bad and yet we were having a fucking conversation about how to lick twat. What the fuck? What the fuck, this was so painful, but I merely let out another choked groan.
“That’s right honey,” I rasped, blue eyes blazing now, searing her tits, her ass, every part of her that I could see. “Big girls get their pussies licked, men absolutely do that to tasty women. Now come here baby, let me lick that wet snatch.”
And the girl melted then, my dirty words doing their magic. It was fucking awesome, some females shy back, they get offended when you talk like a trucker, down in the gutter and dirty as fuck. But not the true sluts, because the real whores want it. And Abby was clearly horny as shit because hesitation gone, she came to stand by my head, those sweet curves full and so fucking tempting. But she didn’t give me her secret space, the hot vee between her thighs. Instead, the girl leaned over slowly so that a huge breast dropped into my mouth, pink nip hitting my lips before sliding in, giving me a giant mouthful. And fuck, fuck, fuck but it was good. The brunette was so fucking tasty, the hard bud like a sweet gumdrop, and I swirled my tongue over the morsel, laving her up.
“Unnnh!” she moaned throatily, throwing her head back, pressing more breastflesh into my mouth. “Unnh!”
I grunted, hand still going up and down my shaft like a metronome. But I’m a man of action, and I want my girl to feel good, more than good, fucking amazing, and this boob job was just the beginning. So I pulled off her nip with a satisfying pop, and leaned back in the club chair once more, blue eyes blazing.
“That was fuckin’ amazing honey,” I praised, voice raspy. “But I want to lick that cunt now.”
The brunette blushed, but clearly her barriers were dissolving like ice, our sex play was getting to her, revving her up. Because the female wiggled a bit, panting, and then reached a hand between her thighs, slowly caressing her labia.
“You mean this Daddy?” she whispered, meeting my eyes. “Like this?”
And slowly, those little fingers pulled that pussy apart, revealing the gleaming flesh within. Oh shit, oh shit, it was so beautiful, the hot pink steamy and glistening, wet with her juice. Oh shit, and that clit. It was fuckin’ huge, at least two inches, stiff and waving at me, begging to be sucked.
But I needed to see more. Abigail was squatting slightly right now, tilting her hips forward while pulling herself apart to show me the good stuff, to give me a glimpse of that inner channel, her wet pink bits. But the angle was inherently awkward and I needed more than a sneak peek. I needed to see that cunt fully, up close and personal, to feel the sweet steam on my face.
So I growled again.
“Come closer, baby girl,” I commanded. “Put one leg up here,” I said, patting the couch back firmly, “and show me that slit. I won’t ask again.”
The brunette gasped.
“But Daddy,” she whispered. “You’ll be so close to it.”
I grinned lasciviously at her.
“My point exactly,” I rumbled. “My point exactly. Now do it.”
And taking another shaky breath, excitement lit up her eyes. Because oh yeah, with her leg propped up on the back of the couch, that snatch as gonna be inches from my face. And fuck, but I was gonna get a good look at her insides, licking that pulsing flesh.
So slowly, Abigail raised one slim leg, wobbling unsteadily in her high heels.
“Careful girlie,” I warned. “As much as I’d love a pussy flop, I don’t want you to end up injured.”
She tittered slightly, breathless.
“A pussy flop?” she giggled, even as she reached to steady herself on the furniture. “What’s that?”
I groaned again.
“You know what a belly flop is? It’s the same, but your pussy flops down hard on Daddy’s mouth, getting some hard oral.”
The girl colored again, boobs heaving, legs spread now, that pinkness so wet, so wild, I was about to jizz right there. But the girl wasn’t done yet because she picked up on my nasty words right away.
“Like this Daddy?” she cooed, snatch steaming onto my face. “Is this what you want? I don’t mind a pussy flop if you’re into it.”
And fuck yeah, this was exactly what I was looking for. I wanted to see right up that hole, to taste her inner delights, getting a sample of the good stuff. And now it was here, that delicious twat was mere inches from my face, Kingdom Come had arrived.
“Part it baby,” I rasped. “Part it good.”
And with trembling fingers, Abby obeyed. She was still wobbly in her heels, but steadying herself once more, the girl reached both hands between her legs and softly stroked between her thighs before taking hold of the sweet flesh and pulling herself apart, showing me everything.
I almost passed out then, it was so fucking beautiful. The moist cunt steam blasted hotly on my face, drowning me, the scent of hungry pussy so heavy and aromatic, making my head spin. And oh fuck, but the sight of that slit opening, the puffy flesh pulling apart, revealing hot pink inner flesh and a tiny, alluring hole practically knocked me out. Her vag winked and pulsed, beckoning, begging for dick and I spurted a bit then, a splash of pre-cum jetting out despite my best efforts.
“Aw fuck, little girl,” I growled. “Aw fuck, I have to taste.”
And craning my head forward a bit, I did it. I licked up that pussy, all the way from asshole to clit, savoring that sweet flesh on my tongue, lapping her insides. Holy shit she was tasty, a gush of cream hit my throat as I savored her, the flesh wet and succulent.
“Aw fuck,” I ground out again, hand moving up and down my dick rapidly now, pumping the fuck shaft. “Aw fuck.”
Abigail almost lost it too. As I licked that juicy snatch, she leaned her head back, eyes closed, boobs bobbling in the air and let out a long, guttural moan, creaming heavily.
“Unnnh!” she moaned again, body writhing. “Oh god, feels good!”
I needed it, I fuckin’ needed it. So with zero hesitation, I began working that hungry cunt with my mouth, licking up and down her wet walls, running my tongue along that pulsing, pink flesh. And shit, but I went to town on that clit, that bud was virgin no more. I bit it playfully, nipping with my teeth and making her scream before running my tongue in circles around the hardness, massaging, laving, the girl squealing and squirming as I gave her the good once-over.
“Unnh Daddy!” she cried out, stroking her breasts as I tongued her snatch. “Unnnh!”
But I wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. Because what I love most is a good tongue-fucking. I love pushing my mouth so deep up a woman’s pussy that I’m practically drilling her, feeling those tight wet walls pulse around my face, her juices running down my chin. And Abigail was gonna get it. Shit, her twat was twice as nice, steamy and succulent, the aroma like perfume, I wanted it so bad. So making a spear with my tongue, I pushed it deep into that hole, expecting nothing but a smooth wet slide, a deep, thorough fuck into the recesses of her body.
But holy shit. Holy fuck. I stopped, coming to a complete halt. Because oh shit, oh shit, there was something there. I never expect the girls to be untouched, these are modern days and females lose their virginity at fourteen now, letting some grubby teenage boy do the honors. But my mouth had just pushed up against something rubbery and unmistakable, the proof of her innocence.
Because I’d just tasted her hymen. That’s right, I’d just licked Abby’s hymen, deep within her vag, and it was all there, intact and innocent. Experimentally, I flicked my tongue against the softness again, and oh yeah, but it was whole and slick, rubbery and real. Holy shit, I had a diamond in my hands, a priceless treasure.
But it didn’t seem like Abby realized.
“Ohhh,” she moaned above me, pussy dripping, the sweet nectar gushing down my throat. “Oh yeah, Daddy, yeah.”
I pulled back then, using iron control, eyes hot with desire.
“Baby,” I ground out. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her eyes flickered for a moment before opening, cheeks flush, body on high.
“Tell you what?” she panted, hips wriggling. “Please Daddy, do that again,” she pleaded, trying to push her cunt back onto my mouth.
But I resisted because shit, this is exactly what the Billionaires Club wants. We want fresh, new virgins, girls who are untouched, with everything to give to a buyer. And Abby was absolutely up that alley. Everything was intact up there, this was the real deal, a teen with a curvy, nubile body, her insides wet and willing like a slut, and yet completely untouched. It was like buying a luxury item, not only was she new, but she was new with tags.
So I pulled away again, running my tongue over my lips, savoring her tangy musk. The brunette tasted so good and it was killing me, my dick wanted to spurt so bad. But I couldn’t. I was here for a job, to scout the best women, and a bonanza had just landed in my lap.
“I’m sorry baby,” I ground out. “But the fact that you’ve got a hymen changes everything.”
Abby went completely still, juicy cunt still quivering mere inches from my face, leaking wetly.
“What?” she whispered, anguished. “Why? What was I supposed to tell you?”
I shook my head again, so torn and yet knowing my duty.
“Baby, you’re a virgin,” I rasped. “I just tasted your hymen.”
Abigail gasped then, color rushing into her cheeks. Slowly, she pulled her leg off the back of my chair, like the gates to heaven closing and looked into my eyes.
“You tasted my …?” she stuttered, eyes confused. “Are you sure?”
I grunted then, dark streaks slashing my cheekbones.
“I’m sure,” I ground out. “You’re intact baby, the tissue’s there, I just tested it with my tongue.”
The girl blushed hotly then, sitting down and crossing her legs, the show of modesty almost hilarious after what we’d just done. After all, her tits were out still, swaying and huge, and fuck, but the taste of her cunt lingered on my lips, juicy and wet. Oh fuck, I wanted it so bad but this was a fucking job. I was here on a mission, to source girls, and I couldn’t let down the brotherhood now.
“But …” she trembled, body quivering with a mixture of lust and confusion. “But is that bad? I’m so sorry if it’s bad,” she whispered, looking down. “I just haven’t found anyone, I didn’t know …”
I cut her off.
“Baby don’t apologize,” I ground out roughly. “It’s not bad, but it ups your value beyond anything you’d recognize. It’s pure gold, baby, you’re sitting on a gold mine and it’s yours to do as you wish.”
But the girl didn’t get it because she’s never heard of the virgin auctions. So she shook her head, confused.
“Whatever it is, Daddy, I don’t care,” she said slowly, eyes pleading with me, those pools of caramel so warm, so delicious, that I practically drowned. “Please Daddy,” she whispered again. “I’m sorry, I just want you.”
And somehow, the breathy cries, the plea from the depths of her heart, got to me. It was surprising because I’m a man with iron control, I’ve fucked hundreds of chicks, and now a naïve, innocent virgin was breaking down my walls. No, more than breaking down my walls, she was tearing them apart, brick by brick bare-handed until I had no defenses whatsoever. So I fucking gave in and compromised.
“Daddy can’t take your pussy honey,” I ground out, eyes electric. “That’s yours and Daddy’s not gonna take it when you don’t know better. But Daddy can make you feel good, do you want that?”
The little girl mewled again.
“Yes,” she pleaded. “I want you. I want you in me,” she begged, staring meaningfully at my dick. And of course, I spurted then, just a small squirt, the pre-cum glossing my shaft as my hips jerked involuntarily.
“Baby you do that again and you’re gonna be seated so hard, so fast on my rod that your teeth are gonna knock,” I growled, eyes like coals. And of course, but that only made the little slut’s eyes light up, the girl sitting up straighter at the idea, perky and eager. I shook my head. How had I found such a whore? A virgin whore, too, an oxymoron if there ever was one. So I regrouped, changing tactics.
“Forget it baby,” I ground out. “Forget that I ever said that. Just come here and let Daddy make you feel good.”
The brunette opened her mouth to protest before shutting it quickly. Abby’s a smart girl, and she knew that I wasn’t gonna budge, that she wasn’t getting dick in that sweet space for reasons that were still a mystery. So giving in, the female quivered before getting up and approaching once more, that fine, fleshy form swaying with each step.
“Where Daddy?” she asked. “Where do you want me to stand? Or do you want me to sit?”
I jerked my head.
“Just like before baby, just like before, put your leg up on the back of the couch and let me taste that pussy again.”
And mesmerized, as if in a trance, the brunette obeyed. One fleshy leg was poised above my head, her twat just inches from my lips and I closed my eyes and breathed deep again, savoring the nearness of her snatch. Because oh yeah, just two minutes away from her wet heat had been too much, and I let the heavy smell of aromatic pussy surround me once more, the heady, spicy scent.
“Fuck,” I ground out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
And with that, I was back at her snatch, sampling her hole once again, running my tongue in circles around her nub, laving up and down both walls, touching every inch of that delicious pink flesh. But this time I was going further. With two hands, I reached up and grabbed her hips, bracing them with my hands.
“Slide forward honey, just a little,” I ground into her twat.
Abby squealed.
“But Daddy!” she protested. “You’re gonna be … oh, unnnh!” she cried out. Because yeah, I was going for it. Sure, I couldn’t push my dick into her vag, I couldn’t take her virginity, but that didn’t mean that I was gonna sit by and let her get away. I was gonna violate this little body good without crossing any boundaries, and that meant tasting ass. Because I’d pushed Abby forward a bit until her anus was poised over my mouth, and sure enough, as I licked that dark pucker, her tight pleats contracted immediately with delight and shock.
“Ohhh!” she panted, leaning forward, boobies heaving as I tonguefucked her butt. “Oh god, this is so wrong!”
I just grunted, enjoying the musty, savory taste of her asshole. Because I’m a dirty motherfucker and I love every inch of a woman. There’s no part of the female form that’s off-limits, no part that’s taboo, untouchable. Sure, I wasn’t punching through her hymen today, but like I said, there’s no hymen in a woman’s ass so I wasn’t technically breaching my commitment to the Club.
And I went for it. I mouthed that anus, running my tongue lightly over her rim before spearing the dark hole, pushing deep into her tightly resistant anal cavity.
“Fuck,” I ground out. “Fuck your butt’s tight.”
And Abby squealed again, vaginal juices running like a stream now, coating my chin as I gave her a good buttfuck.
“Oh god! Oh god!” she moaned and panted above me, white flesh heaving with ecstasy. “Daddy!”
But I wasn’t done yet. Because this might be my only time with the little girl before I turned her over to the Club, before she went up for auction, and I was gonna use my time wisely. So without stopping the motion of my mouth, I reached up with one hand and slowly rubbed her clit, giving it a thorough massage.
The brunette ate it up, the tremors in her body grew more intense, that butt clenching up on me before relaxing, pussy nectar now gushing form her hole like Niagara Falls.
“Unnh!” she screamed again, poised above me, body thrumming as I worked her secret spaces. “Oh oh oh!”
And grinning to myself, I went for it. Slowly, I wormed one finger into the chickadee’s vaginal hole, her flesh so tight, wet and hot, cushioning me, shivering with the penetration. That’s right, I couldn’t fuck through with my dick, I’d break the goods, but I could absolutely tongue and finger-fuck the delicious female, and I meant to do it within an inch of her life, pushing the boundaries. And Abby tensed, eyes flying open, looking down at me with shock as she felt a man’s digit in her for the first time.
“Oh!” was all she could manage, boobies heaving. “Oh!”
I grunted deep in my chest, still going at her anus with my mouth.
“Enjoy it,” I muttered deep into that ass. “Let yourself get fucked, baby girl, let yourself get fucked.”
And with that, Abby was swept away. The thing with virgins is that they have no experience, they’re sleeping in twin beds dreaming of unicorns and romance, sweet and innocent. So now, to be completely nude while playing with a strange man, my tongue up her butt while I fingerfucked her vag, was too much. The brunette’s senses went haywire and with a full-on scream, her body jerked violently, puss contracting in a series of spasms around my finger. Oh fuck, oh fuck, it was so tight that my digit almost broke off, she was squeezing so hard.
But that wasn’t the only place that shook like a mofo. The girl’s anus began clenching too, clamping down like a vise, once, twice, as orgasm rolled over her in waves, both holes penetrated.
“Unnnh!” she cried out, eyes squeezed shut, tossing her hair back, those sweet lips parted. “Oh god, oh god!”
And I rode her the entire way. Oh yeah, Abby thrashed this way and that, pussy juice squirting, rectum blinking like a madman, but she couldn’t lose me. Sure, she bucked and tossed, but my tongue was way up that anus, my finger stuck deep in her insides, and as she twisted and turned, I stroked that hymen again, loving the hot tissue, pushing my mouth into her backside. And despite the fact that she wasn’t touching my dick, the unexpected happened. Yeah, I fucking burst like a fifteen year-old, I fucking exploded all over, my cock twitching and jerking with spasms, stream after stream of hot fuck flying into the air, spattering the couch, the floor, the table, and even onto those retarded plants. Me, Mr. Alpha Billionaire, who’s fucked dozens, if not hundreds of women, came like a geyser just from tasting a sweet, succulent woman.
So yeah, both of us gave it up, our cries blending like a symphony, my deep roars mixing with the girl’s breathy shrieks. And fuck, but there was juice all around us, my sperm all over the furniture, her wet pussy drips smeared on the couch, moist and glistening. Shit, there’d be a lot of cleaning up to do after.
But this was the Billionaires Club. An off-shoot, sure, but it was still the Club, and I wasn’t worried about the mess. This place was here for my pleasure, just like this girl was mine to own and dominate. So after it was all over, after the waves crested and we got our breathing under control, I pulled my face from her ass and just looked at the girl, licking my lips like I was savoring the juiciest morsel.
“Have fun, baby?” I ground out. “Did you have fun?”
And Abby, sweet little slut that she was, didn’t answer at first. Instead, she looked down at herself, leg still propped up on the back of the sofa, pussy and ass spread wide, quivering with aftershocks. But instead of clamping those thighs tight and acting like a shy innocent, the slut went for it. With a coy smile, she reached down and swiped a bit of goo off the couch, my semen slick and shiny on her finger. Without any hesitation, the brunette held her pussy open once more and slowly stroked around her hole, looking deep into my eyes while pushing that sperm-coated finger into her sweet folds.
“Yes Daddy, I had fun,” she purred, doing the dirty with my semen, her finger wet and tacky. “I had lots of fun, did you?”
I grunted, dick jerking once again, flying loose with a few last bursts of cum. Because shit, I wanted this girl. Sure, I was supposed to source her for the Club, to stock our cupboards with the finest female flesh, but suddenly I knew that I’d be violating my vows to the brotherhood … because this girl was mine.