by M. Robinson
“There’s a monetary conversation that needs to be had between Madam and I. I don’t want to break the rules. Madam doesn’t like that,” he declared.
“Fuck Madam, and just fuck me,” I insisted.
“You have a mighty big mouth for such a little thing.”
This is the exact moment that my life changed.
It wasn’t my mother’s talk, it wasn’t her plans, and it wasn’t my future.
It was that moment that changed it all for me.
He pulled out a stack of bills and placed it at the end of the table.
“How about I just pay you?” he suggested. I wasn’t about to say no; he wouldn’t be getting this for free. I didn’t know how much sex cost, but I knew I was worth a lot.
I had never seen so much money before, it was thousand dollar bills, one right after the other, and it was that instant that I fell in love with the almighty dollar.
“Take off your bra and panties, everything else stays on,” he ordered in a sexy, demanding tone that made me tingle in all the right places.
I provocatively removed my bra, making sure that each strap fell slowly off my shoulders as I licked my lips and reached around to remove it from my breasts. My pink nipples were at attention immediately. I cupped my breasts and moaned. I grazed my hands down to the edge of my panties and bit my lower lip as I removed them slowly, inch by inch, until I was left in nothing but thigh highs, and fuck me heels.
All of this came naturally to me. It just further established in my mind that this is what I was made for. This was my destiny and I wanted each and every single part of it.
I reached to remove my mask and ears but was stopped by his husky male voice. “Leave them on, spread your legs wider kitten; I want to see that pretty pink cunt.” I spread my legs as wide as they would go, giving him full access to my most sacred area.
He unbuttoned his shirt and left it hanging open, his abs were hard and extended all the way down to his V shaped torso. He pulled off his belt and snapped it on the table, bringing my attention back to his face.
“Have you been a bad pussy, kitten?” he goaded. I grinned and nodded.
He unbuttoned his slacks and pulled out his big, hard, thick cock. I had never seen a dick in person before, but for some reason, I knew they all didn’t look like that. I panicked for a second thinking he was going to rip me open, The Wand was nowhere near his size.
“Come here and get on your knees;” he urged me into submission.
I looked at him through lust filled eyes, I wanted him, and I wanted him bad. I made my way to him and he roughly grabbed the back of my hair as I moaned loudly. My spine shivered from the anticipation of having him in my mouth, which sent a quiver all the way to my pussy. I could feel myself getting wetter.
“Take my cock to the back of your throat. I’m going to fuck your face.” Before I could give it a second thought, he shoved his cock into my mouth and I gagged at the sensation. He groaned in response and started to move in and out of my mouth. I didn’t do any of the work, just kept my mouth open as he used my hair to guide himself in and out.
They say giving a blowjob is all for the man, well I beg to fucking differ. Having a cock in your mouth is one of the most dominant, in control acts that can leave you feeling extremely empowered.
After a few times, I got used to the response that his cock had in my mouth. I tried to make it tighter for him and I could taste his salty flavor that came off the head of his cock.
“Use your hand and glide it up and down my shaft, and play with my balls,” he instructed in a domineering tone. I wrapped my hand around his cock and followed the same momentum and pace as my mouth; my other hand tugged and massaged his balls. His dick got even larger and I could feel a vain throbbing above his shaft.
“I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard. Swallow all of it. Not one drop comes out of your mouth.” The tone in his voice had me weak in the knees I was beyond turned on. The smell and masculinity of his arousal drove me insane. I moaned in the anticipation of what was to come. He dove in one last time and a warm, thick, saltier taste exploded in my mouth, his dick pulsed until I had swallowed every drop that I could milk out of his cock.
He pulled out and I wiped my mouth with my hand. Not realizing how much saliva and come had accumulated there. To my surprise, he picked me up from my waist and sat me on the edge of the table.
“That was fucking amazing,” he whispered in my ear, trailing kisses on my neck to the side of my mouth. He jerked my head back by pulling my hair and kissed me with much more intensity and passion than that night with Alexandria. Kissing a man was much different than kissing a woman. It was powerful, demanding, and rough.
When I felt his tongue in my mouth, I tasted the scotch, peppermint, and come that still lingered. He kissed me like he had something to prove. I kissed him back with all the passion I could conjure, but all I kept thinking about was the ache that so badly needed relief.
“I want to taste you. I’m going to make you come all over my face,” he declared as he moved to lie on the table. “Sit on my face.”
I had no fucking idea what I was supposed to do. He must have sensed my confusion because he grabbed my hand and led me to where he wanted me. To my surprise, he actually wanted me to sit on his face.
I eased my way down till I felt his warm, wet, soft tongue at my opening and I whimpered in excitement. He pushed his tongue as far as it would go and my back arched and head fell backward. His tongue glided its way to the top of my pussy and he circled my clit.
“Oh My God, Julian,” I half pleaded, half moaned. I thought I was going to pass out from the desire. When I felt him suck on my clit, my hips took to their own accord and slowly moved forward and backward.
“Please don’t stop, please keep doing that,” I shamelessly begged.
He reached up and cupped my breasts, rubbing and teasing my nipples. I couldn’t take it anymore. He hummed and moved his head up, down, and side-to-side. Once he grabbed my hips to move them quicker and more forceful, I started to shake, and my vision began to blur, it got really hot, and I couldn’t help the noises that were coming out of my mouth. I finally felt myself come apart, and I came so hard that I fell forward and had to grab the table to support myself.
He removed himself from under me and immediately shoved his tongue in my mouth. I had never tasted myself before, and the taste of myself, of each other, made me grow even wetter. We kissed, devouring each other’s mouths, trying to capture every feeling, every taste that lingered between us. It was erotic and mind blowing.
He was on top of me within seconds and I could feel his cock at my entrance. I didn’t have time to think about anything, I was too caught up in the moment.
He thrust all the way in on one push and I silently screamed in my head. The years of conditioning to not show weakness from my mother paid off. He instantly stopped and hid his head in the nook of my neck. I panted in and out trying to diffuse the pain with my breathing. It burned; I had literally just been ripped open.
He didn’t move for the first few seconds, I moaned, and it was then that he started to move. I bit my lower lip trying to hold in the tears and throbbing, I was lucky his face stayed in my neck, and he didn’t see the distress written all over my face. I played my part amazingly, if I do say so myself. I could have won a goddamn Academy Award. This was completely different than what I had done to myself. He wasn’t gentle or easy, he fucked me with raw passion.
After the first few minutes, the pain was replaced with mild comfort. His hand reached down and grabbed the back of my thigh, it moved my angle and the first time he thrust back in, my back arched and I moaned for real.
“Holy fuck, you’re the tightest thing I have ever felt. Does that feel good?” he groaned with desire lacing his masculine voice.
“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled erotically.
“Move with me. Move your hips as I thrust in and out…fuck yes, like that. Ride my cock, yes…just like that.”
“Jesus…your pussy is like a vice. I didn’t think it could get any tighter. I can feel you about to come, kitten. You’ve got to relax, just feel, I’m going to go faster and harder, and you’re going to come on my cock,” he huskily demanded.
He proceeded to do exactly what he just described and I couldn’t control it anymore. The second he eased out, my walls contracted, my back arched off the table, my mouth fell open, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Agh…yes…yes…fuck...” he exclaimed, just as I felt his cock pulse deep within my core. A wave of tingles flowed from the center of my body out to the tips of my hands, my feet, and even lips. I felt total relaxation and weightlessness. I could feel my pussy throbbing from the aftershocks and it made me chuckle.
He kissed my mouth one last time before we both went our separate ways; the only difference was, I was $20,000 richer.
Chapter 6
This may be the only cliché thing I have ever done in my life, but when I got back to the condo that night, I went straight for the mirror. I wanted to see if I looked different, older. I checked every crevice of my body and although I didn’t look any different, I felt unbelievable. It was as if I was born again, like I was a butterfly that was finally out of its cocoon. I never wanted this feeling to go away, I wanted to bottle it up, and hold onto it forever.
The months that followed were uneventful, or so I thought. My mother had suggested that it was time that I go on birth control and the pill was just being introduced to modern day American life. The doctor came to The Cathouse like they always had. I hadn’t met this doctor before, though I had heard the name, Dr. Casler.
Dr. Casler performed specific procedures and my mother took a phone call when he started to ask me questions.
“Are you sexually active?” he questioned, not looking up from his chart.
“No,” I responded, keeping my eyes on my magazine.
“Have you ever been sexually active?”
“No.” I felt him look up from his chart, he knew I was lying and I didn’t have the nerve to look at him in his face.
He sighed. “What was the date of your last period?”
“Ummm…like three weeks ago.”
“Anything seem abnormal?”
“Not really…they’ve been lighter than usual.”
“How long have the lighter ones lasted?”
“A day or two, I didn’t keep track,” I responded, flipping through my magazine.
“All right, Lilith,” he said as he handed me a cup. “Take this cup into the bathroom, and I want you to pee in it. Bring it back to me when you’re done.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Why?”
“It’s a necessary precaution before I can give you the prescription. Go on,” he insisted.
I handed the cup back to him when I was finished and my mother walked in just as I was sitting back down on the couch.
“We are almost through here, Madam. I’ll need a few more minutes.”
“Thank you, James.”
We waited until Dr. Casler came back into the room. I will never forget the look on his face. He looked concerned, but most of all, he looked scared as fuck; for whom I didn’t know, but I would soon find out.
“Madam, I need to talk to you. In private please,” he announced without looking at me.
“James, I don’t have time for this. What’s going on?” she demanded, showing her lack of patience. I stood up from the couch trying to walk over to them but my mother raised her hand in a stopping motion.
He looked at me, then once again at my mother, pulled a stick out of his lab coat and handed it to her.
My mother’s face turned white as a ghost, and before I could even interpret what was going on, she rushed over to me and backhanded me right across the left side of my face. I felt her knuckles pound into my cheekbone. My entire body flew to the ground. I didn’t have time to acknowledge the pain before she came at me again. She slapped me across the face again and this time I saw stars.
She grabbed the lapels of my blouse and jerked me forward. “Get the fuck up before I fucking kill you.” My face was on fire and my body was going into shock from the pain and nerves.
“If you so much as shed one fucking tear, Lilith…” she threatened as she roughly let go of my blouse to stand up.
Dr. Casler reached out his hand to help me up and my mother shoved it away.
“Mind your own fucking business, James, and get the fuck out. Lilith, get your ass off the floor before I really make you sorry.”
“Madam, there are things that need to be discussed before I can ethically leave.”
“There is nothing that needs to be discussed, James. She’s having an abortion, END OF FUCKING DISCUSSION!” my mother violently yelled.
“It’s too late, Madam, by my calculations and her responses, she’s probably around three months. No one will perform an abortion; she’s too far along. If you find someone to perform one at this stage, she could die. It’s too complicated,” he calmly explained.
My mother ran her fingers through her hair in a frustrated gesture. “So what you’re telling me is, my sixteen-year-old daughter got knocked up and now it can’t even be taken care of? Am I hearing this correctly, James?” He hesitantly nodded.
“FUCK!” she shouted.
She looked over at me with disgust. “Lilith, if I have to tell you one more fucking time to get your ass off the floor, I will personally escort you off; and trust me. You. Do. Not. Want. That. To. Happen,” she roared.
I grabbed whatever big girl panties I had left and picked myself up off the ground. I could feel my left eye starting to shut and I focused on trying to keep it open. My whole world came crashing down on me in less than five minutes. The feelings of being empowered, a woman, a VIP, slowly left my mind. I felt like a child. I was a fucking stupid naïve child. Not once did I think about protection or pregnancy. It hadn’t even crossed my mind.
I was pregnant and I had no idea what to even think. I felt empty, alone, and utterly fucking confused. I couldn’t be a mother, I was sixteen, and I couldn’t get rid of it, what other options were left? All I wanted to do was breakdown. I knew better than to allow it, the mere thought of it would have my mother beating the fuck out of me, again.
I did the only thing I was conditioned to do, I held it all in.
“Go get yourself cleaned up, Lilith; James, follow me.”
What happened next, I still remember as if it were yesterday. I spent as much time as I could changing my clothes before making my way into the bathroom. I turned the faucet on, avoiding looking at myself in the mirror. I soaked my washcloth, took a deep breath, and finally looked up. I had no idea who was staring back at me. My eye was almost swollen shut, it had already started turning purple and blue, and there was a cut on my cheekbone, probably from one of my mother’s rings.
I brought the washcloth up to my bruise and I yelped in pain. I couldn’t regulate the tears that uncontrollably came down my face. I threw the washcloth across the bathroom and unconsciously put my hands on my stomach. There was a person inside of me. I couldn’t fathom how I could have let it happen. I felt weak and out of control. I once again looked at my reflection, and it further ingrained how weak I was, how weak I looked. I wanted it all to go away, I needed to be in control, I raised my fist and punched the mirror as hard as I could. It shattered all around my fist; I cocked my head to the side, watching the blood drip off my knuckles.
I don’t know how long I stood there wallowing in my own self-pity.
All I know is that my life had changed forever, with or without my consent.
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I didn’t see my mother for the next few days. I know she was avoiding me; there was no doubt in my mind that she really wanted to kill me. I still wasn’t truly convinced t
hat she wouldn’t try…after the third day of her being MIA, she made her appearance as I was eating breakfast.
She looked right at me. “Have you been icing your eye? And applying cream on that cut? I don’t want it to scar,” she questioned without looking away from me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Madelyn said she cleaned up glass from your bathroom. How did that feel on your knuckles? From the looks of it you did quite a number on them.”
“I’m fine.”
“Finish your breakfast and meet me in my office. You have fifteen minutes.” And with that, she was gone.
Ten minutes later and I was knocking on her door.
“Come in,” I heard her say. I walked in and she was leaning against her desk, arms and legs crossed. My mother looked extra intimidating that day.
“What a pleasure you could finally join us,” she announced.
“Us?” I cautiously responded.
“Oh yes.” She nodded while looking behind me.
I turned to find Julian sitting on the couch, leaned forward with his head in between his hands.
My jaw dropped and I had no words.
“I’m to assume you have been properly introduced…Veronica?” she facetiously asked.
“The Madam” was not only going to beat the shit out of me, she was going to embarrass the fuck out of me too. Which was a far greater punishment than her putting her hands on me.
“You know, I kept wondering why a client of mine would keep calling to ask for another date with a Veronica. Who the fuck is Veronica, I thought to myself. Then, when your bastard decided to make its presence known, it all clicked. Your baby’s daddy is looking at mandatory jail time for knocking up a minor, darling,” she revealed with a giddy smile.
“The Madam” was enjoying each and every part of my humiliation. She was getting off on the power and control, as well as scaring the shit out of Julian.
“Please, the expectant mother should have a seat. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my grandchild.”
“That’s fucking enough, Madam!” Julian shouted, getting up off the couch.