Jared
Fuck, I’ve lost all control. For a guy who prides himself on being in charge, I’m the one who’s tossed caution to the winds, acting like an impulsive sissy.
Because I’ve fucked Abby hard, not once, not twice, but multiple times now. Yeah, I realize I’m staying “loyal” to the brotherhood by taking her ass and not her pussy, but still. It’s something a cuck would do, a weakling with no morals.
But even knowing that hasn’t stopped me. Somehow I’ve lost my brain, I’ve become a stupid shit, banging the girl again and again, while telling myself it’s okay. And in some ways, it’s understandable because I’m absolutely the guy who will push things to the edge, forcing the opponent to cower before they lose their shit. But that’s business, and I don’t treat my brothers like that. They’re all I have, this group of billionaires are my closest friends in the world, and I was currently giving them the middle finger by ass-fucking Abby while keeping her “pristine” for the auctions.
I slumped in my chair, looking morosely at the drink in my hand. What the fuck, what the fuck. What the hell is wrong with me? Because being morally bankrupt is bad, but the problem was that I just wanted more. Abby is so beautiful, so incredible, that I want everything she has to give, and the more time I spend with her, the more I want.
But I’ve made a promise to the brotherhood. When I was inducted into the Club, we swore allegiance to one another, unfailing loyalty because what we do absolutely treads the edges of legal. Sure, it’s legal on paper, but shit, we don’t want to go before a court of law, the publicity would be so damning. Sourcing girls? A department called “Procurement,” for the specific purpose of scouting women? An auction, where females are sold to the highest bidder? Yeah, not exactly something that would play out well.
So I slumped even lower in my chair, swirling the drink in my hand. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck am I going to do? I’ve taken Abby’s ass so many times now that you’d think I’d be tired of it, that I’d be nauseated by that brown hole, the one that winks at me so sweetly. But instead, I just want more. Oh yeah, when I reamed her that first time, it was just to get her out of my system, but the plan as backfired. Now all I can think about is that aromatic pucker, the place where my dick belongs, and I’m fucking obsessed now, even worse than before. Shit.
Suddenly, a woman materialized before me.
“Another drink sir?” she hummed, smiling beatifically. Of course, just like all the female servers at the Club, she was dressed in nothing but a lacy g-string and stilettos, silver tray balanced on her arm. The girl was gorgeous, all long legs and big breasts, but I didn’t feel a thing. Normally I would have had her sitting on my cock in an instant, squealing as I pummeled her cavities, but now, it didn’t even matter. All I wanted was Abby, my thoughts were completely filled with the brunette, so I waved away the waitress, grunting noncommittally.
“Naw,” I drawled. “Naw.”
And at that moment, Abby appeared. It was like taking a hit of the best drug on earth, a shot in the arm. Because in her presence, suddenly I felt alive, senses alert, my vision clearing like I’d been walking in a haze before. Oh shit, she was so beautiful, so fucking delicious, tasty and alluring rolled up into one.
Because Abby was dressed for the Ball. Occasionally, the Club sponsors a party for its members, a white tie affair with the best alcohol, the best girls, the best everything. And tonight was the big night. I’d invited Abby because there was gonna be an auction tonight, and I figured she could take a look, get a sense of how it worked, as well as how much the girls went for. I felt sure that once she met some of my brothers, she’d want to participate. She’d want the money, the promise of a week with a billionaire in exchange for financial freedom.
But seems that my planning had been too perfect, too uncanny. Because the girl was spectacular, Abby was dressed in a get-up that made my dick harden immediately, popping out against my tux trousers. The brunette wore nothing but a tiny thong, the black lace highlighting her creamy flesh, huge and enormous. And shit, but there was no bra. The handlers had attached pasties to her nipples, tiny coverings the size of quarters, glittery and flirtatious against those mountains of white, the creamy gazongas that swung this way and that as she teetered towards me.
“Hi,” the brunette said, breathless, grabbing onto a chair handle to steady herself. “Jared, I’m not very good with heels, so you’ll have to catch me if I fall.”
I laughed painfully, the sound coming out like hoarse cough. We were so close to one another after only a few days that the girl’s words, her secret smile at me, made my body rev, my heart jump.
“Fuck baby, you look amazing,” I complimented, eyes devouring her. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
Abby blushed then beautifully, making my dick rage once more. Because I’ve seen every part of her body, I’ve devoured every inch of that gorgeous flesh, and yet she was so innocent, she still grew rosy at my compliments. It only made me want her more, made me desperate to rip off the tiny items of cloth and stick my dick into her deep.
But this was the Ball. It was go time, the whole reason I’d invited the girl to the party was so that she could meet my brothers and be convinced that an auction was the right thing. So why the fuck did my soul feel like lead, like there were weights on my shoes, making every movement difficult? Why was I swallowing loudly even now, tempted to whisk her off in my private jet and beat feet, fucking party be damned?
Because Abby was perfect, of course my brothers would devour her, they’d be all over that firm female flesh. Of course the prices at tonight’s auction would be sky high, there’d be so much cash exchanged that the brunette would give in, consenting to sell herself for a huge sum of money. But still, my heart wrenched, limbs dead like I was moving through sludge. I wanted her, I wanted this girl, one hundred percent, and it was like handing over your first-born child. I would have given anything to keep her, and yet my sense of loyalty was making me sacrifice.
But I’d underestimated Abby because I trained her all too well. Despite the fact that we’ve only been together for a few days, she’s taken to the Club like a duck to water. Oh yeah, the brunette was comfortable wearing nothing but a g-string and pasties in the bar, even with a couple other dudes lounging around, looking her over appreciatively. That ass swayed, her boobies jiggling, and I could tell that she liked it, the caress of male gazes stoking her internal fires.
And Abby went for it too. My little slut was perfect, she’s perfect for me and perfect for auction because spinning on her heels, she turned and looked at me coyly over a slim shoulder.
“Daddy,” the girl breathed. “Did they prep me well? Did they get every place clean?”
And the air literally whooshed out of my chest because with a small hand, the girl reached in back of herself and gripped the g-string, pulling the fabric to the side to reveal that brown pucker, winking and blinking. Leaning over slightly, she bent so that the hole opened a bit, legs spread, to give me a clear view.
“Daddy, did they get me clean?” she murmured breathlessly, big boobies heaving, blowing me an air kiss. “Is my bottom clean? Can you check for me?”
And I was on it then. Fuck, it didn’t matter that we were in the bar, it didn’t matter that there were a couple dudes looking on. Because this is par for the course at the Billionaires Club, beautiful women are here for one reason only, and that’s to fuck. Maybe I couldn’t put my dick in her vagina, but I was going to take my last indulgence, I was gonna sample her back-end one more time before she became Club property.
So in two seconds, I was on my knees in back of the girl, tongue buried in that crevice between her ass cheeks.
“Ohhh!” she moaned, lifting her face to the ceiling, eyes closed, lips half-parted. “Ohhh!” Abby sang again.
And I did it then. I took a deep lick of her asshole before pushing in, burrowing my tongue into her behind.
“Fuck,” I muttered into that musty hole. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
And just like always, it was perfect. There’s something about her female musk, that unique aroma, the feel of her anal walls on my mouth that makes me lose it. My shaft was out in a second, big palm fisting it like mad, and before I knew it, I was coming. Yeah, the girl’s got me wound up so tight that one taste of her ass, one tiny taste of her anal hole, and I came like a fucking geyser.
But I didn’t just shoot my sperm onto the floor of the bar, spraying my cum on the expensive carpet. Instead, I stood just in the nick of time and began shooting onto her anus, pointing my dicktip at that brown hole and jizzing hard, again and again, against her asshole.
“Unnnh!” Abby moaned again. “Yes!”
And without any hesitation whatsoever, the girl reached in back of herself with two hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart, hole gaping so that the semen went straight up her back end. Oh yeah, flying squirts went right into the target, most of it straight up her anal canal, and then Abby did something that shocked even me. The brunette bent over further, and her hands crept downwards so that she pulled apart the lips of her labia, opening up that vaginal canal.
“Right there Daddy,” she panted desperately. “Right there, give it to me right there.”
And fuck, but I was a lost man. Because it was so hot, her cooing voice, the big curvy body with its mountains of flesh, all of it available to me, wanting me, beckoning for more. And like a man possessed, I did it. I sprayed right into that pussy, lash after lash of cum going into her interior canal, painting her insides with a coat of male fuck. Oh god, oh god, I was in completely over my head. If I’d believed myself to be in control before, then it was obvious that that was a bald-faced lie. Because Abby had me in the palm of her hand, I was a slave to this nubile, innocent female, and there was nothing I could do about it. The cards had been laid on the table, and the only thing to do was to go along with this godforsaken plan now.