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The elevator opened directly into the penthouse and I walked through the cavernous space with my mouth hanging open. The place looked like an extravagant New York City apartment. I didn’t want to think about what the place was costing me per night. Mark took care of business. I just showed up and did my thing. However expensive it cost would come back to me a thousand-fold if the appearance on Good Morning Manhattan did what Mark thought it would do.
The place was decked out to the max, from custom kitchen cabinets, granite countertops, marble floors, sound-proof windows, stainless steel everything, heated towel racks, a shower that would hold six people… the list just went on and on.
I dropped my bag on the bed, then went back into the kitchen and found a bottle of Coors in the fridge and popped the cap as I walked through the penthouse to the rooftop terrace. The view was nothing short of amazing. The view alone was worth whatever the place cost per night. I could imagine sitting up there smoking a nice cigar and sipping brandy, a naked blonde with big tits rubbing the tiredness from my shoulders….
Sometimes I wished that I had someone to share these moments with. I wished that I could find the perfect woman. The thing was, I wasn’t ready to settle down just yet. I knew I didn’t want kids anytime soon, and pretty much every woman I met—other than the groupies who were just out to fuck a famous guy— had the white picket fence and babies on their agenda. That’s one of the things I liked about Bree. Then again, she was not someone I could see myself with for the long haul. After blowing her off the other night, I’d probably never hear from her again. Sad to say, but I was just fine with that.
I liked being able to call up a woman, have a night of mutual rough sex, and send them on their way. Married or unmarried, straight or bi, they all seemed to want a piece of Chad Walters. And why not? I didn’t train this hard and sculpt this body for nothing. And I sure wasn’t going to turn down a hot pussy when it invited me to come in (no pun intended).
I don’t mean to be cocky, but I could literally walk down the street here in New York and have horny bitches following me like the Pied Fucking Piper. Trust me, I’d done it many times back in L.A.
I’d even had multiple bitches at once more times than I could count. One fuck-fest in particular stood out in my mind. I couldn’t eve
n recall their names because I was also a little fucked up at the time. It doesn’t even matter since they were just two random models who were in California for a photo shoot. They were sent to me for a quick workout before the shoot. They got one all right.
In no time, I had them right where I wanted them and they were eager to please. Being new to California, they trusted and relied on every word that came from my mouth that day. I could have lied my brains out, but I didn’t. I kept it real. It’s crazy how a few sexually-implied, sarcastic comments lead to dripping pussy’s craving to be fondled, fucked and eaten. Is this a great country or what?
To be completely fair, they came onto me first and I didn’t resist. One right after the other, I fucked them both that day. In and out of one pussy, then slamming my cock directly into the next. It was like a fucking assembly line of pussy. I had them bent over my bed with their legs spread for three fucking hours straight!
I drilled my cock into their pussies and even pulled out a few sex toys I kept on hand for special occasions. They took everything I gave them and begged for more, even right down to the nipple clamps and Benwa balls. I got hard watching the sweet pain on their faces as I clamped their throbbing, perky nipples with the clamps. We played a game of sexual chicken, doing wild and crazy shit to one another until someone screamed STOP!
Either they didn’t want to be the first to yell stop, or like me, they just enjoyed the pain. Either way, they kept spreading their legs and begging for more.
We went at it with such force I was sore for days. I let each one orgasm in my mouth after an hour of rough foreplay. After the first orgasm, they thought I was done, that the sex was over. Rookies! I was just getting started.
I left the clamps on their nipples and handcuffed them to the pull-up bar on my wall. They grinned, smiled and squealed with delight once both their hands were held securely above their heads. I got the impression this was not their first time at S&M.
I got down on my knees and sucked one of their clits until she orgasmed. Then, I moved over to the next pussy and did the same thing. I repeated this for two more orgasms each. They were squealing like little kids on a rollercoaster ride.
I grabbed the thigh bar I kept under my bed and tied it to the one girl’s ankles to keep her legs spread. I added some weights to her nipple clamps and watched her moan in ecstasy. I asked her if she wanted me to stop. She said, “No fucking way!” Chastised, I kept going.
I grabbed two more clamps and knelt before her exposed pussy. I clamped those two clamps on each labia and attached the chain to both nipple weights. This kept her pussy wide open for me and, I had to say, it was all I could do not to shoot my load just watching her squirm. Every move made the weights pull her nipples. I watched her struggle to stay still as I played with her clit. She moaned with delight.
I grabbed a handful of anal beads and squirted some lube on them. I could see the wanting look in the other girl’s eyes who watched as I played around with her friend.
“Fuck me, too,” she whined. “I want beads in my ass, too.”
It was hard not to fuck them both right there. God knows I wanted to, but I wasn’t ready to end playtime just yet. I just let my cock bounce and rub against their clits as I continued playing in the taller girl’s ass. She knew what was coming. She didn’t object as I slowly inserted a few beads into her ass. I licked her clit as they slid inside her. She moaned and wiggled her cunt against my face.
I was sure this was far more than what they expected the evening was going to be. Hell, it was more than I expected. However, they were in my world now and I was the one in control. I doled out the pleasure and pain. I said who could cum and when. They didn’t seem to mind. They just kept moaning and egging me on.
After I had all but a few beads in her ass, I licked her clit and slowly pulled out all the beads one by one. She moaned and gushed hot juices all over my face.
As soon as her orgasm was done, I stood up, removed one nipple clamp, sucking her nipple after I removed it. Again, she screamed with pleasure. I did the same to the next nipple. I slid my hand down to her sopping cunt and shoved two fingers inside her and started fingering her hard. With three fingers hammering into her, I pressed my thumb to her clit and forced another orgasm. After that, she was spent. I removed all the clamps and released her wrists. She lay peacefully on the bed and watched me give her friend the same pain and pleasures I’d given her.
We ended the night with me flat on my back and my big cock sticking up like a flagpole. They were both working my cock, pumping the long shaft, taking turns licking and sucking the head, kneading and sucking my balls, probing my tight asshole with their tongues and fingers. When I told them to watch me pop, they clenched their hands around the shaft and milked me like a machine. I shot hot ropes of milky cum three feet into the air. It splashed down over their hands onto my stomach and balls. The girls squealed and lapped it up like hungry kittens around a bowl of milk.
Yeah, bitches, good times…
I leaned against the railing and closed my eyes to breath in the warm night air. Yes, a nice woman to share this lovely rooftop terrace would be nice. Hell, it would be a perfect place to have some nice open-air sex. It was private, secluded, nice padded furniture, maybe drag a mattress out here, maybe just whip out my cock and jerk off into the night...
My cellphone ringing jarred me from my fantasy. I tugged the phone from my back pocket and saw Martin’s image on the screen. I slid to answer the call on speaker.
I leaned my elbows on the rail and said, “Hey, Martin.”
“I assume you got all checked in,” he said. “Need anything else? Is the place stocked with everything you need?”