that it's all fantasy, and everything is
fine.
We spend the next several minutes
undressing each other, and then he leads me into the bedroom where
I tell him to lie down on his back. He thinks I'm going to crawl on
top of him, but then I take his cock into my mouth instead. It
swells from the warm wetness, and I feel my jaw tighten from the
expansion as I begin to slide my mouth up and down his
length.
“ Like that, baby,” he moans,
pulling my long brown hair away from my face so that he can watch
me suck him off. I have a pretty good view as well, his whole naked
body exposed for my pleasure. Thick cock and chiseled abs and firm
chest. It's like something out of a fever dream.
“ You're so good at sucking
cock,” he tells me as I fondle his balls while my mouth sucks on
just the tip, feeling my lips play over his sensitive ridge. I love
his cock. I could suck it all day.
Occasionally, he bucks his hips, but
for the most part, he gives me control. Briefly, I consider telling
him to fuck my face, but I think I'd rather have a nice relaxing
night. If he wants it badly enough, he'll take it. I think he's
pretty attuned to my desires at this point.
“ Put on a condom,” I tell
him as I prepare to ride him like the stallion he is.
“ Fuck yeah,” he whispers,
leaning over to pull a condom from the bedside table
drawer.
I position myself over him and wait,
giving him a good view of my ass. When the condom is in place, I
feel him grab his shaft and point his glans towards my hole. In a
collective effort, we stick him inside of me, and I slide down,
groaning as I take him fully into me.
“ Oh yeah,” I moan as I place
my hands on his muscular thighs and begin to rock my hips, using
him like a human dildo.
My legs are getting a good workout, and
I'm enjoying the sound of his pleasure from behind me. I've
probably gotten more exercise in this last two weeks from fucking
him than I have in the entire month prior to coming to The
Billionaires Club. Working out has never been my thing unless it's
the sexual kind.
“ I've been dreaming of your
pussy all day. But I want to see your face,” he says, and I turn
around to accommodate him.
His eyes are hooded with lust as I
continue to ride him. His hands reach up to grope my breasts,
squeezing them, and I lean down into his touch, letting my hair
fall in his face as I kiss him hungrily. He tugs at my bottom lip
as I pull away, and I squeal in delight, though I'm not sure why. I
just enjoy fucking him. Enjoy him. Love being with him like
this.
He licks his thumb and rubs my clit
while I ride him, driving me closer to the edge. I pick up the
pace, taking him into me with a desperate ferocity. Almost the
second my climax overtakes me, I hear his guttural moan. His full
balls empty into me, and the look on his face is sheer
bliss.
“ Fucking amazing,” he pants
as I collapse on top of him. For once, I'm the breathless one. My
heart is in my throat, threatening to spill out of my mouth. The
scent of sweat and sex is in the air, and it's the sweetest smell
that I can remember.
***
“ So, did you have him?” I
ask Stephanie the next day while we're getting pedicures at the
spa.
Even the spa guys are dreamy, though
they're far too busy with their work for a romp between the sheets.
I also suspect they're gay, but that doesn't stop Stephanie from
blatantly staring at them and bossing them around like God put them
on the planet just to serve her.
“ Have what?” she asks,
distracted by the fact that the guy doing her pedicure accidentally
got some nail polish on her cuticle when she jerked her
foot.
“ Blondie.”
“ I don't have him again
until Sunday,” she says matter-of-factually, scowling at the aesthetician as if she
could burn a hole right through him for messing up.
“ No. I mean the other
Blondie. The new maintenance guy.”
“ Oh. Nelson. They're
starting to get a lot of blonde guys around here.” She motions with
her head to the guy doing
fine.
We spend the next several minutes
undressing each other, and then he leads me into the bedroom where
I tell him to lie down on his back. He thinks I'm going to crawl on
top of him, but then I take his cock into my mouth instead. It
swells from the warm wetness, and I feel my jaw tighten from the
expansion as I begin to slide my mouth up and down his
length.
“ Like that, baby,” he moans,
pulling my long brown hair away from my face so that he can watch
me suck him off. I have a pretty good view as well, his whole naked
body exposed for my pleasure. Thick cock and chiseled abs and firm
chest. It's like something out of a fever dream.
“ You're so good at sucking
cock,” he tells me as I fondle his balls while my mouth sucks on
just the tip, feeling my lips play over his sensitive ridge. I love
his cock. I could suck it all day.
Occasionally, he bucks his hips, but
for the most part, he gives me control. Briefly, I consider telling
him to fuck my face, but I think I'd rather have a nice relaxing
night. If he wants it badly enough, he'll take it. I think he's
pretty attuned to my desires at this point.
“ Put on a condom,” I tell
him as I prepare to ride him like the stallion he is.
“ Fuck yeah,” he whispers,
leaning over to pull a condom from the bedside table
drawer.
I position myself over him and wait,
giving him a good view of my ass. When the condom is in place, I
feel him grab his shaft and point his glans towards my hole. In a
collective effort, we stick him inside of me, and I slide down,
groaning as I take him fully into me.
“ Oh yeah,” I moan as I place
my hands on his muscular thighs and begin to rock my hips, using
him like a human dildo.
My legs are getting a good workout, and
I'm enjoying the sound of his pleasure from behind me. I've
probably gotten more exercise in this last two weeks from fucking
him than I have in the entire month prior to coming to The
Billionaires Club. Working out has never been my thing unless it's
the sexual kind.
“ I've been dreaming of your
pussy all day. But I want to see your face,” he says, and I turn
around to accommodate him.
His eyes are hooded with lust as I
continue to ride him. His hands reach up to grope my breasts,
squeezing them, and I lean down into his touch, letting my hair
fall in his face as I kiss him hungrily. He tugs at my bottom lip
as I pull away, and I squeal in delight, though I'm not sure why. I
just enjoy fucking him. Enjoy him. Love being with him like
this.
He licks his thumb and rubs my clit
while I ride him, driving me closer to the edge. I pick up the
pace, taking him into me with a desperate ferocity. Almost the
second my climax overtakes me, I hear his guttural moan. His full
balls empty into me, and the look on his face is sheer
bliss.
“ Fucking amazing,” he pants
as I collapse on top of him. For once, I'm the breathless one. My
heart is in my throat, threatening to spill out of my mouth. The
scent of sweat and sex is in the air, and it's the sweetest smell
that I can remember.
***
“ So, did you have him?” I
ask Stephanie the next day while we're getting pedicures at the
spa.
Even the spa guys are dreamy, though
they're far too busy with their work for a romp between the sheets.
I also suspect they're gay, but that doesn't stop Stephanie from
blatantly staring at them and bossing them around like God put them
on the planet just to serve her.
“ Have what?” she asks,
distracted by the fact that the guy doing her pedicure accidentally
got some nail polish on her cuticle when she jerked her
foot.
“ Blondie.”
“ I don't have him again
until Sunday,” she says matter-of-factually, scowling at the aesthetician as if she
could burn a hole right through him for messing up.
“ No. I mean the other
Blondie. The new maintenance guy.”
“ Oh. Nelson. They're
starting to get a lot of blonde guys around here.” She motions with
her head to the guy doing
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