I’m guided onto all fours and H positioned his cock in front of my mouth. Brandon at my rear.
“We’re all going to come together.” H informed me.
I tried to imagine what this looked like to the audience. I was sideways, completely naked with my huge tits hanging down. When they fucked me they would swing all over. I had one massive cock teasing my lips with pre-cum being rubbed into them and another was teasing the entrance of my pussy.
“Ready?” H asked Brandon.
“Yes.”
And they entered me. With a tandem rhythm they worked their cocks in deeper. I deep throated H while my pussy gushed around my husband’s cock. I felt my breasts, freed from their constraints, bouncing around. I looked up at H and he watched my breasts. Our performance was polished and I yielded to the pleasure that coursed through my body. H was the first to reach his pinnacle. His balls retreated, his cock tightened and he exploded all over my face, his hot, sticky cum ran down my cheeks and onto my chin. Then Brandon pinched my clit and that sent me over the edge. I shuddered around his dick as I felt his own cum spill inside me. A few moments later after we gained control we all stood up and faced the stage. Cocks still dripped, cum still ran down my chin and from my cunt. Our most intimate selves were on display in front of a hundred or so people. They broke out into applause. The lights rose and I saw that so many of them were half dressed themselves. Fingers were in pussies, cocks were in mouths, pussies and asses. The doors opened at the edges of the club and patrons made their way over, ready to continue the party for many more hours.
But we were finished, for now. For ever? I didn’t know. The arrangement had been a fantasy lived out but now a reality was starting. We wanted to start planning a family and Brandon and I had agreed we would finish on a high. H had just accepted our notice. He didn’t think we would return to the scene afterwards. He thought it was out of my system, though he did say the door might be open if we came back later, but his own life was moving on and he might seek fresh adventures of his own.
Our finale then could not have been any finer, played out on the stage in front of a captive audience.
The curtains dropped. H took my hand, dropped a kiss there and walked away.
As I walked behind him I was handed my robe and helped down so I didn’t fall down the stairs, still in those goddamn heels. “Damn woman, I thought I only had to carry you over the threshold, not down club corridors too.” Brandon threw me over his shoulder and spanked my ass as we headed towards the shower room.
BEG ME
My stepbrother, Aiden, was all I had left. After he inherited his father’s multi-million dollar company, we entered a partnership. It wasn’t what I’d pictured. He wanted me to make the best use of my assets and paraded me in front of his business associates.
Then I saw him. Lucas Ferris. He wasn’t like the others who were middle-aged and pot-bellied. He was sex on a stick. Six foot four with inky black hair. I swear he smoldered when he looked at me. I did my work for Aiden that night and left, returned to my room and went to bed. But the door opened later that night and I discovered that my stepbrother sold my virginity to Mr. Ferris and he was here to collect.
My revenge, when it comes, will be brutal and Aiden will discover he underestimated his sister. As for Mr Ferris, well, he’s doing things to my body that I never thought I wanted but craved so much...
If you’re looking for a panty-melting read with a hot as hell male, a feisty female, and a twist you won’t see coming, then read the first two chapters free!
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Chapter 1
"Why are we here Aiden? This is our family cabin, where we shared memories with Mom and Dad, not a place for business deals." She asked standing in the doorway getting ready to leave and go for a swim.
Her step-brother gave her a scolded look as he passed by and entered the foyer of the multi-million dollar cabin. "I don't want to have to tell you again Reagan. You know damn well why we're here. This is the biggest deal of my fucking life, our life and I have to seal it. You will fucking play your part... no questions asked! Do you understand?"
Her eyes fell to the floor to avoid eye contact with his angry eyes. She hated being a pawn in all of her brother's business deals. Being used like a commodity but in the end, she always went along with it. She walked into the living room that was floor to ceiling windows and looked out at the beautiful lake below.
Reagan Kade didn't normally make practice of lusting after her big brother's business associates. In fact, to her brother, they were supposed to be lusting after her while he herded them into signing his business deals. It was a partnership between the two that started only a year ago.
"Rule number one, always make the best use of your assets, Reagan," her brother would tell her. 'Her assets' meant her looks and her body. Something she didn't lack. She had lush curves and ample breasts, which always drew the eye of both male and females. She could have easily passed for a runway model with her flawless and stunning looks. When her brother's associates were busy ogling her perky tits, they always lost concentration on the business at hand. At first, it hadn't been like that. Aiden had always requested that she be present while he conducted business but when she grew tired of it, Reagan expressed that she wasn't going to be his toy anymore, that is until the night he sat her down and gave her an ultimatum. It was either she be their distraction or she was cut out of the family business that he now controlled. That was an easy decision overall and it wasn't hurting anything or anyone as long as there was no physi
cal contact. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a choice.
This weekend though was different. Normally they would stay at their family mansion located in La Jolla, California but when Aiden told her they were flying out to Lake Tahoe to stay at the family cabin, it raised suspicion. The cabin wasn't a place for business negotiations; it was a place of family memories. But, Lucas Ferris had come to stay with them for the weekend and talk business so Reagan agreed to play hostess. Her brother Aiden had also made a huge fuss about her wardrobe and picked out certain outfits that she would wear for the weekend which was completely out of the norm.
She didn't argue, though. When her mother, Carey remarried she was only ten and Reagan loved her new family, specifically her big brother who was twelve years older than her. Aiden and her new step-father, Sean had always treated her like blood right from the beginning but when they were both killed in a car accident eighteen months ago Reagan was crushed and terrified. She had already lost her biological father when she was a toddler and now she only had her older step brother to care for her which wouldn't be an issue financially because Aiden had inherited his father's multi-million dollar land developer company. Reagan’s biggest fear was to be alone, no family and she swore to god that would not happen.
As she had looked over at Mr. Ferris earlier in the day she noticed he wasn't like the other business men her brother usually invited to their house. His usual business associates were older, pot-bellied and ready to keel over or at least had one foot in the grave, but Ferris didn't look a day over thirty. Okay, maybe thirty-five. She had met him a few times previous in her California home. He was extremely fit and muscular and had inky black hair just long enough that you could run your hands through. He looked to be at least six foot four and had a smoldering intense sex on a stick type of look. Handsome didn't justify his looks at all with that deep-skin tan and smoldering deep-set eyes that were dark orbs of blue.
She found it to be strange, he didn't look like he was here for business at all and who the hell brings a bodyguard with them? The guy looked like a huge gorilla standing outside on guard for Christ sakes. She had been watching him since they had arrived and neither he nor her brother had talked over one business deal or looked at one shred of paper. She just shrugged it off.
The beautiful day had turned into night and she noticed that Mr. Ferris seemed to be watching her too. Sometimes it felt like he was devouring her with his eyes and she couldn't help herself. When she turned to check, she noticed he made no effort to hide the fact that he was checking her out. Every inch of her. A devilish grin would pull at his lips and he would give her a slight nod of his head. Reagan found it flattering, yet at the same time disturbing and strange.