“Fuck!” she squealed as her anus was reamed.
“That’s right, I’m fucking you,” I groaned in reply.
I pushed all the way in so the tip of my dick was buried in her GI tract, so deep that I thought my glans might pop out of her throat. It was amazing. These bitches were so small, I don’t know how they fit monster cock into those tiny bodies. But whatever, that was their problem, not mine.
Grabbing her ankles, I pushed them far back, way over her head so that her ass was facing towards the ceiling and started a hard fuck. I knew it hurt, the look on her face was part pain, part pleasure. But she deserved it. She deserved the rough ass fuck she was getting, consent or no.
I felt the pressure building in my balls, the unmistakable urge to spew.
“Fuck,” I roared. “Fuck fuck fuck,” I ground out as I pulled out and spilled all over her pussy. The cream was white and frothy, my seed spattering wetly all over her pink folds, dripping into her cunt and running wetly down her ass to form a wet spot on the couch.
The bitch hadn’t come, but I didn’t care. I stood up on the couch and forced my dick into her mouth. That’s right, some real ass-to-mouth action, my dirty cock which had been in her butthole a minute ago was now deep in her throat. And by god, if the horny slut didn’t like it! Her eyes rolled back in her head and she sucked with fervor, overcome with hunger for the stiff, smelly pole.
But even that didn’t assuage my rage. I pulled my dick from her mouth and pressed her head into the wet spot on the couch, forcing her nose into the pool of white.
“Lick it up, bitch,” I said nastily. She squirmed at first, trying to move her head away, but my big hand cupping her skull wouldn’t let it happen. She cried a bit, hot tears or shame, but then tentatively stuck out her tongue, tasting that mix of female cum and sperm. Pretty soon, she was licking hungrily at the pool, slurping up our sex juices, nastily eating away at the remnants of our fuck session.
Fuck, this bitch was good. Horny, foul, able to do every disgusting, repugnant, vile sex act out there. I couldn’t wait to try her out again.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Nick
So the bitch gave me Petal’s whereabouts, but inexcusably, I haven’t gone to the new location to talk with her. Instead, I’ve been fucking Christina morning, noon and night, moving her into my mansion and letting her have the run of the property. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. I’d been so devoted to finding my precious Petal, and one fuck with a horny stripper, and now I’m a dick-whipped, sissified boy? I shook my head, disgusted with myself.
Downstairs, I heard the bell ring. There was no noise, and I heard the bell ring again, insistently. Fuck, it was the butler’s day off! Heaving myself out of my desk chair, I clattered down the stairs and banged open the front door, the heavy wood thudding in protest.
My eyes almost popped out of my head, because who stood before me but my beautiful Petal? Glowing with pregnancy, the blonde smiled tremulously, one arm cradling Dylan as her other hand rested protectively on her belly.
“Nick,” she said. “Let me explain. I decided to come back because ….”
But all I could think about was Christina. I was so fucked, with Petal and Christina in the same house, two cooks in the kitchen. What the fuck was I going to do?
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Previously …
I’d taken the job at the Billionaire Strip Club because I desperately needed cash. My little boy was gravely ill, and I’d racked up a huge amount in medical bills. Thinking only of my son, I’d held my chin up and made the decision to take my clothes off for money.
But during my first night at the club, I met a handsome stranger who seduced me with his eyes, hands, body and lips. Before I knew it, he took me bareback and wild in the back of the club, coming over and over again in me, all the while stroking my cheek and tenderly kissing my body. I got pregnant with the billionaire’s baby, but left him when I realized his social set would never accept me. But now I’m back … and staying for good!
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Nick
I was so fucking fucked! I’d fallen in love with Petal, but after my sweetheart left me, I lost my mind and stormed her old strip club, demanding info about her whereabouts. I was sure they knew something because Petal had no money … how else was she going to support her disabled son? But somehow in that fucked up shithole, I got ensnared by Christina, Petal’s old friend, and to my great shame, fucked the brunette senseless in the back room, forcing her to do anal despite her desperate pleas for mercy.
Fortunately, a rich man is always forgiven, and after I offered to move Christina into my mansion, making her my escort du jour, all was at peace. Christina was now the de facto mistress of the manor, spending her days lounging by the pool, filing her nails, and generally whiling away her time doing nothing. Fortunately, I’m able to avoid her most days, locking myself in the office, blaming the arduous business of being a billionaire.
I manage to dodge Christina most days … but not most nights. To my great shame, I’ve been fucking her non-stop because the sex is un-fucking-believable. This bitch has the body of a Venus but the mind of a fucking gutter rat. We’ve done so much already … golden showers, licking up shit, all sorts of debasement that I would NEVER ask Petal to do. I can’t even imagine my golden goddess in some of the degrading situations I’ve put Christina in.
And I guess that’s the source of my indecision. On the one hand, I love Petal. She’s the mother of my unborn child, a perfect golden goddess whom I worship and adore. But on the other, she’s just too perfect. Sure, I’m able to have smutty sex with her, but it’s nothing like the triple-X porn movies I make with Christina. I mean, we have some shit on tape that could get me arrested … if they don’t arrest her first.
And that’s why these past couple weeks have been so fucking hard! Christina told me where Petal’s hiding, and my heart melts at the mental picture of my beautiful girl living in a rathole. But I haven’t gone to find her yet. Instead, I spend each waking hour locked up in my office, mulling my options, tearing my hair out with indecision. I want Petal, but I want Christina too.
What’s a billionaire to do?
CHAPTER TWENTY
Petal
I hitched Dylan higher on my hip and smoothed down my blue-and-white striped cotton top. I ran a hand through my hair, making sure the blonde waves lay in shining coils. Taking a deep breath, I rang the doorbell.
Shit, what was I thinking?
I missed Nick so much. The decision to leave him had been agonizing, my heart breaking as I took off the engagement ring, shattering into bits as I wrote him a goodbye note. But I’d genuinely felt it was for the best. He was hot, hunky, with a golden pedigree and a billion dollars to his name. Meanwhile, I was a working class single mom, pregnant again, who’d been moonlighting in a strip club while accepting money for sex. I was a whore, in short. There, I said it.
But it was a one-time only experience, and Nick had been my only customer. After my ill-fated night as a stripper, I couldn’t go back. I just couldn’t. Sex with Nick had changed my perspective, shaken my morals down to the very core. Because sex for money is bad right? Illegal, immoral, against God’s plan for the world, right? So why had it felt so good, so true with the dark, handsome billionaire?
And when Nick showed up at my bakery months later, we’d both been startled, him in his business suit, me in my shoddy work clothes, covered in flour. But what had been unmistakable was the bump in my belly … his child, growing slowly, safely inside me.
Nick had instantly swept me off my feet, the possessive alpha male to the nines. He’d moved me and Dylan into his manor, and we’d spent a few months there, which were the happiest time of my life. Nick was a wonderful father-figure to Dylan, playing with my boy, paying for his various medical bills. And he was kind to me, caring, loving, and everything a woman could wish for.
When he’d put the ring on my finger, I’d cried. It was beau
tiful, an eight carat diamond, but I would have been happy even if it’d been a plain golden band. Because you see, I’d fallen in love with my handsome knight. It didn’t matter what he had or didn’t have because inside, I knew his heart was golden and he’d do right by me.
So it was with great anticipation that I attended a society wedding with Nick. I’d been looking forward to it because it’d be my first time officially as his fiancée, being formally introduced as his future wife. Unfortunately, everything went haywire. We overheard some catty bitch talking about me, and that’s when the fog of Never-Never Land lifted. I would never be accepted by his friends, they would always pity and ridicule him for marrying an escort.
So I ran. I took Dylan and disappeared. I knew Nick would look for us, so I stopped using my credit cards and instead relied on the small nest egg I’d built. I got a job as a manicurist doing rich ladies’ nails, and fortunately, it’s a cash only business. So Dylan and I were safe in the short run, as I planned our next step.
Except … I began having second doubts. Nick had done nothing to tip off those women, they were bitches because they were born that way. I still had no idea how they found out about my past, the Billionaire Strip Club is strictly hush hush. But certainly Nick was blameless in these shenanigans.
And I missed him. I missed my man, his dark, looming presence, the way his blue eyes lit up when he saw me, his easy air of confidence. I missed being in his warm arms, cradled against that big chest, and yes, I missed his dick in me, probing my deepest desires, making me come over and over again each night.
So I decided to come back. I bit my lip nervously, hoping he would forgive me. Only a month had passed. Surely, things would still be the same?
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Nick
I opened the door, and who was standing there but Petal. My sweet Jennifer. She cradled Dylan against her, her belly round and full under the loose maternity top. God, she was beautiful. The sun was setting behind her, casting a golden halo around her silhouette, as if the universe recognized her purity, her goodness.
I would have fallen to my knees in gratitude, except at that very moment, Christina’s voice called from the background, “Nick baby? Who is it?”
Petal froze, her big eyes widening. Her slim form was like an animal about to take flight, and as a precaution I grabbed her wrist to make sure she wouldn’t run.
“It’s not what it seems,” I ground out, although that patently wasn’t true.
Christina wandered out, barely clad in a bikini and stilettos, a loose wrap draped over her hips.
“Jennifer!” she exclaimed sultrily. “What a surprise!”
“Um,” murmured Petal softly. “I … I … I should go,” she said, pulling viciously at her wrist, her eyes shooting daggers at me as I held tight.
“Not so fast,” I said grimly. “You’re pregnant with my baby and going nowhere,” I firmly declared.
She tried yanking her wrist again, but against my superior strength, it was useless. I had her locked up tight, and suddenly I knew if I had to physically imprison her in my home, I would do so until she delivered.
“Why are you here?” I ground out. “Why did you leave? And don’t give me that bullshit about what society thinks. You know I don’t give a shit about those rich fucknots and their bitch wives.”
Before Petal could answer, Christina interjected with a high, nervous laugh.
“Oh Nick told me all about that wedding, Jennifer!” she exclaimed, waving her wineglass about drunkenly. “Those women are bitches, aren’t they? But I thought it was for the best. You can’t hide your past forever, you know,” she said conspiratorially. “We’re whores, and the world will find out, sooner or later.”
“You?” Petal and I gasped in unison. Holy fuck, it’d been Petal’s friend who’d sold her out?
“You’re … you’re the one who gave me away?” Petal cried, her face crumpling in agony at the betrayal. “Why? Why would you do that to me, your oldest, most loyal friend?”
“Oh please,” said Christina dismissively. “Everyone always finds out anyways, despite the club’s hush hush policy. Some shit is just too juicy you know? Billionaire Nick Gala engaged to a whore? Get real,” she sneered. “This isn’t My Fair Lady. You’re not selling roses – you’re selling your body.”
I was so stunned by this turn of events that my grasp on Petal loosened and she charged Christina, her free arm flailing wildly at the brunette even as her big belly impeded any contact, Dylan bawling in her arms.
“I hate you! I hate you!” screamed Petal, striking the brunette wherever she could.
To my horror, the two women fell to the carpet in my foyer, scrabbling and fighting above the wails of the baby, Christina pulling and scratching while Petal screamed and punched as best she could.
I was so horrified at the Jerry Springer-like turn of events that I seriously reconsidered my options. It seemed I had two undisciplined bitches on my hands, and if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it’s a duck. The two bitches were whores, and you’ve got to treat whores like whores.
“Get the fuck up,” I growled, pulling them apart roughly. Both women had completely messed up hair, Christina’s make-up smeared and goopy and Petal with red-rimmed eyes. Her big belly only made her look like a barefoot country girl, pregnant in the kitchen in the midst of squalling babies and hopeless poverty.
“Get up whores,” I roared again, and both women stumbled to their feet. Petal was bent over, gasping, grasping her belly and my heart lurched.
“No no, I’m fine,” she panted, holding up her hands. “I just need a minute to catch my breath,” she said while shooting another murderous glare at her ex-friend.
But I’d decided enough was enough.
“Get upstairs,” I barked, picking up Dylan in my arms. The boy was squalling and I patted his back, trying to soothe him. “Go into my library and stay there until I come for you,” I thundered.
The girls traipsed upstairs, looking at each other warily as I hugged Dylan close. His sobs soon turned to hiccups, and I started towards the nursery. With these two irresponsible women around, I could see that I was going to have to take charge.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Nick
Where were those two bitches? I’d put Dylan down for a nap, and the little boy was tucked in safely, his sweet cheeks pressed against a stuffed elephant. I’d missed him in the month he’d been away and was even more ashamed at the twists and turns that’d upended our life. What had happened to my plans of a stable future with Petal?
But she’d changed too. I’d never seen this fury-ridden side of her, the part where she lost control and gave into base inner instincts. The catfight had caught me completely off-guard and I mulled my options as I banged open the door to the library.
But the two women weren’t there. What the fuck? My spidey sense tingled, and I realized that trusting those two bitches to do anything together had been dumb. They were probably tearing out each other’s hair again. I let out a roar of rage and stomped to my bedroom.
Imagine my surprise when I flung open the double doors and saw Christina and Jennifer lying on the bed. They were fully clothed, sure, but I could swear Christina was stroking Petal’s breast softly, cupping that heavy weight as the blonde’s head tilted back in ecstasy.
“Ohhhh,” came a low moan from my beautiful girl. “That feels good, my breasts need the extra loving with this pregnancy.”
I stood stock still in my tracks, unable to believe what I was seeing. But the women turned towards me, Petal with big, innocent eyes, Christina with knowing, cunning ones.
“Nick, come join us,” she purred. “We’ve figured out the solution to your problems,” she said as her hand tapped Petal’s breast, making the mound jiggle enticingly.
“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded. “One second you’re at each other’s throats, and the next you’re fucking lesbos?”
“We’re not lesbians,” said Christina sult
rily. “Unless you want us to be,” she added with a wink. Like I said, if it walks like whore and talks like a whore, it’s a whore.
But Petal was a little more diplomatic. “Nick,” she began. “Everything just seems so difficult lately,” she said. “Christina told me that you knew where I was, but didn’t come to find me for a whole month,” she said softly. “Imagine how that made me feel! And … you need more spice in bed?” she asked plaintively. “Is that true?”
“Well … um …” I was at a loss for words. My usually suave self was knocked down flat trying to deal with the machinations of two women.
“Christina said you guys have been fucking non-stop since she got here, that each night you do her two or three times,” said Petal softly. “Is that true?”
“Well … um …” I said again. Of course it was true, but I didn’t want to admit it to the mother of my child.
“Christina says …” Petal began again, but this time I wouldn’t let her finish.
“Fuck what Christina says,” I growled. “You two bitches are lesbos and you’re fucking going to fuck like lesbos,” I raged.
Both women gaped at me, their mouths hanging open. What the fuck, I wanted to see some girl on girl action and had some porn scenes in mind.
“Have you ever heard of a stacked double?” I asked nastily.
“No Nick,” said Petal carefully. “But it sounds interesting,” she said soothingly. “Tell us about it.”
I could see that both women were terrified by my raging, but I didn’t let that stop me.
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