by Selena Kitt
“I’m listening,” she said, shifting her legs. The heat was building between her thighs, almost unbearable.
Damon smiled lazily, swirling his own glass of champagne, as he had at the bar. Then he set it down on a fancy mahogany end table, considering her a moment.
“We’d like full access to your body for one hour,” he said. “No exceptions. No limits. You’ll obey us in full, do exactly as we say, for exactly one hour.”
Kelly felt the redness in her cheeks deepening. She thought she was sexually open, and yet she’d never been propositioned so boldly. Still, as she looked around at their hungry eyes, she knew this was what she’d wanted all along—the reason she’d come back here. It was an offer she couldn’t refuse.
She was about to accept when Damon added casually, “And of course, we’d reward you for your time and service. In return, you’d leave here with ten million dollars.”
That gave her pause. She put a hand on her ample hips. “So you want to buy me?”
“We haven’t made that offer,” he said, his coy smile unwavering. “This is a rental arrangement, for now. One hour. Deal?”
Kelly swallowed again. She wasn’t sure why these young studs wanted her. Hell, she didn’t even know if she’d be able to please them. She was used to her husband’s loser friends, after all; guys that she could get off with a look. What would these guys demand of her, for ten million dollars?
But she was far too turned on for such questions, now. Her panties had grown almost uncomfortably wet. Besides, ten million dollars wasn’t just more than her husband’s whole net worth—it was ten times more! For that much, she was sure she could submit and obey, no matter what they asked.
“What do I have to do?” she asked breathlessly.
An appreciative murmur moved through the room of young men. Some of them turned to smile at each other. Kelly looked around at them with nervous anticipation, then back at Damon. He was still smiling at her. Slowly, he lifted his champagne glass and leaned back in his seat.
“You can start by getting undressed,” he said. “Slowly. Let us see what you have to offer.”
Kelly’s mind was racing so much she could barely think straight. Luckily, her body moved by itself. With her eyes locked on Damon’s, she started to obey him. Slowly, she slid a strap of her black floral dress down her smooth, pale shoulder, then the other strap. Hiding her heavy breasts with her hand, she stepped sinuously out of the dress, letting it slip over her round ass. Then she stood before them in nothing but a G-string bottom and her red high heels. The air felt cool on her skin, but their eyes on her kept her hot.
They started to stand up, one by one, moving closer. She took a nervous step back, in spite of herself—but there was nowhere to go. They surrounded her on all sides, closing in. She could smell the musk of testosterone and expensive cologne. A hand touched her ass, then another gripped her breast.
“Whoa, mama!” The white guy in front of her had a neatly trimmed beard, an angular jaw, and short, buzzed hair. His short, stocky body threatened to burst out of his athletic-cut suit. “These are some fine tits.”
“They fed two kids,” Kelly murmured, dazed. “Almost your age now.”
“Yeah?” He squeezed her ample breasts with his big hand, watching the light blue veins darken around her round, brown areolas as he increased the pressure. “I want a taste.”
Her nipples were erect and hardening even before the young man leaned down to take one in his mouth, sucking hard. Kelly arched her back with a little gasp.
Other hands fondled and groped her hips, her waist, her ass.
“Yeah, she’s grade A, all right.”
“One hot mama!”
“We’re gonna take real good care of you, ma’am.”
Damon cut through the crowd around her, pulling the white guy away from her breast. The nipple came out of his mouth with a soft pop, hard and wet. She looked up at Damon, her naked chest rising and falling, as he unbuttoned his suit jacket, throwing it aside on one of the chairs. Then he started to loosen his silk tie.
“Get down on your knees,” he commanded casually.
The hands caressing her pushed her gently down. She went willingly, folding her legs beneath her curvy body and looking up at Damon obediently. It felt strange, taking orders from men young enough to be her own kids—and yet she had no trouble at all. She could feel their dominance, their utter mastery, not only of her, but the world at their feet. These were men who didn’t ask or request; they gave commands, and they only gave them once.
From this angle, Damon looked even bigger, towering over her. Yet she could barely see his face behind the growing bulge in his slacks, which looked especially huge from below. She swallowed fearfully as she studied it. He looked down at her with a patient smile, evidently pleased by her trepidation.
“Good,” he said. “Now get it out.”
Kelly wasn’t used to having such alpha men in her life, but submitting seemed to come naturally. He’d barely finished speaking before she lunged for him, unzipping his suit slacks. She could feel the heat of him through the cotton fabric. Reaching into his zipper, through the opening in his boxers, she found him, pulled him out—and her eyes widened.
“Oh, wow,” she whispered, marveling at his size. “I’ve never seen one so big.”
She could barely get her whole hand around it—even less so as it firmed up, more and more, at her touch, rising like a mast before her, black and throbbing. Without even thinking about it, she started to stroke him slowly, working her hand up and down the vast brown length of him, from the curly hair at the root to the wrinkled foreskin behind the huge, broad head. To her astonishment, he just kept growing bigger and harder, veins bulging against her hand.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “You like it?”
His deep voice stoked the yearning in Kelly’s belly, emboldening her. Locking eyes with him, she leaned forward to kiss the bead of pre-cum forming at the tip, licking her lips, savoring the salty taste. Then she toyed with the head a little more, flicking her tongue over the hole, kissing the head, deeper and wetter, then taking the whole head in her mouth. It was so big she had to stretch her jaw open almost painfully just to fit the head, but she loved it, loved the musty, manly taste of his skin.
“Getting eager, are we?” he teased. “I didn’t tell you to suck it yet.”
She took the dick out of her mouth to reply, “You only have an hour.” She smiled playfully as she tapped his cock against her lips, then kissed it and started to go down on it again. “God,” she said, drooling over it. “I can barely fit it in my mouth. I guess it’s true what they say about black guys, huh?”
“Not just black guys.” One of the other young men laughed beside her, and when she looked over, her eyes widened. The other guys were getting out their cocks, too, and to her amazement, many of them were just as big as Damon—maybe even bigger. These guys were the top one percent in more ways than one, apparently.
“Jerk them off,” Damon commanded. “You have to please us all.”
Kelly reached out to either side, finding thick, warm cocks with both hands, jerking them eagerly. The other men gathered around, stimulating themselves while they waited their turn. Meanwhile she sucked Damon’s massive member, feeling it stretch her jaw and poke the back of her throat.
“Good,” said Damon. “Give them all a turn.”
She popped his cock out of her mouth, turning urgently to impale her mouth on the next. Slurping and gagging, she went down on it, heedless of the drool building at the corner of her mouth. She went around the circle from cock to cock, her hands jerking off the two nearest cocks they could find.
Finally she found her way back to Damon, her jaw sore and used, her hair ruffled, her makeup starting to streak. He seized her head and held her down on his throbbing cock.
“Take it all,” he urged. “Take it deep.”
He wrapped his thick, strong hands in her tousled hair and started to skull-fuck her, pressing his dick t
o the back of her throat until she gagged around it, drool spilling down her chin. She tried to open her throat, but he was just too big.
“Come on, open up,” he said. “Can’t you take it all?”
He pulled out and she coughed, gasping for breath. “I’m sorry,” she rasped. “It’s just too big. I can’t…”
“You can, and you will,” Damon said kindly, without the slightest hint of malice. “Adam, get the gag.”
Kelly’s eyes widened. A gag? For a moment she was about to protest—she hadn’t agreed to any such thing! But then she realized she had, hadn’t she?
Full access. No exceptions. No limits.
The stocky white guy handed Damon something, and Damon held it up to me: a simple O-shaped ring, attached to leather straps. He gave her a moment to examine it, like a man offering a dog a treat, then he pressed the O-ring to her mouth.
“Say ah!”
When she opened her mouth, he pushed the thin O-ring inside. It held her jaw open almost painfully; she couldn’t close her mouth in the slightest. Gently, Damon wrapped the strap around her head and tightened it in place.
“There we go,” he said, looking down at his work. “You look so pretty!”
Kelly looked up at him, swallowing as drool formed at the back of her throat. All she could do now was moan softly in response.
“Good girl,” he said. “Now, suck it.”
Gripping her by the hair, he shoved his cock back into her mouth. With her jaw pried wide open by the O-ring, she no longer had a choice in the matter. He slid his bulbous head through the O-ring into her mouth, pushing against the back of her throat. She gagged, drooling and moaning around his cock, but he kept pushing, forcing the head deeper down her throat.
“Good. Oh, good girl.”
As he thrust himself deep down her throat, she coughed and spluttered around his thick, hot shaft. Drool spilled freely down her chin onto her ample, swaying breasts. She didn’t care. She was determined to please him. She could feel her own juices starting to drip down her inner thighs, her little red panties completely soaked through.
As she sucked him, Damon leaned over her, gripping and caressing her ass. “Fantastic,” he said. “You’re doing well. But we’re only getting started, aren’t we? I want to use this pretty little pussy, too.”
He pressed her wet panties against her hard clit, and she inhaled sharply through her nose. His touch, combined with the thought of his massive cock inside of her, sent a fresh hot wave through her core.
He took his cock from her mouth and pulled her to her feet. “Come on. This way.”
She couldn’t have protested if she wanted. Naked and wet with her own saliva, she let him lead her across the dark, disorienting back room. Her breathing came in soft, wet moans through her open mouth, still spread wide by the O-ring gag.
At the back of the room, they came to an elaborate contraption of straps and chains hanging from the ceiling. There was a central leather seat, as well as stirrups and cuffs for all four limbs. A sex swing, Kelly realized. Despite being a swinger herself, she’d never actually seen one of these, much less been restrained in one.
“Come here,” Damon urged. “Strap yourself in.”
Kelly hesitated, unsure what to do. Damon and the other guys watched her, still stroking their hard cocks.
“You never been in restraints before?” Damon asked. “You seem like the kind of woman who likes to be in charge of things. Well, not here. Not with us. I expect total submission, so you will be restrained. Now come on, strap yourself in.”
Kelly was still reluctant to submit such total control of herself to complete strangers, but these alpha men had unlocked a truly submissive side she’d never known she had. She wanted only to obey and please them, knowing the pleasure it would bring her in turn. It was her natural place in the world to want to please hot, alpha men. This was what she’d been missing all her life.
She sat on the slender leather support of the swing and started to slip her slender legs through the stirrups—when something caught her eye across the room.
The little TV screen in the coffee table was still playing scenes from the club’s closed circuit cameras, and in one of the shots she glimpsed her husband. He and Ted were still looking frantically around the crowded club, searching for her. Their distress might have been amusing some other time, in some other context; but at that moment, she was suddenly having second thoughts about this situation.
Up until now, she’d never cheated on her husband—not really. As Joe liked to say, swinging wasn’t cheating as long as they did it together. She’d never fucked another guy without her husband there, watching greedily, controlling her like a pimp.
This was something else completely. This was behind his back. This was cheating for real. Cuckolding her husband under his nose on a double date.
As she hesitated, Damon followed her gaze across the room to the screen, then turned back to her with a gentle smile. “You can still leave if you wish,” he said. “You’ll forfeit all payment, of course, but you can go back to them if you want.”
Instead, Kelly looked at the massive black cock in Damon’s hand. It was much bigger than her husband Joe, his buddy Ted, or any of the other pathetic losers her husband let her screw. No wonder—if she’d known there were cocks like this out there, why would she have let Joe have control for so long?
The thought only made her resent her husband even more for keeping such a tight grip on her. All the pleasures he’d been denying her through his control over her insatiable sexuality. Part of her wished her husband could watch her now, as he usually did, so she could really humiliate him, fucking real men right before his eyes.
Hesitation fading, she reached for the straps on the sex swing, and secured her legs in the stirrups, then slipped her hands through the cuffs to either side. She was fully off the ground, now, suspended in the swing. Then, locking eyes with Damon, she started to rub herself through her soaked panties. Her clit was already hard and sensitive, her pussy radiating heat.
Damon moved forward. She awaited him, her feet suspended off the ground, completely at his mercy.
He ran his warm hand over her full, round breast, down her tummy, to the wet panties between her legs. Then his grip tightened suddenly and he ripped the panties away with one swift jerk. She yelped through the gag, a little angry through the fog of arousal, but Damon only laughed.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “You can afford to buy a new pair.”
Then his perfectly-manicured fingers rubbed down her wet slit, and slid inside her.
She moaned, arching her back in the swing. He worked his finger in and out of her with increasing speed. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her inside, finding some secret place her husband and his friends had never found, never looked for, never even knew existed.
Removing his finger from her, he tasted it, wrapping his full, sensuous lips around his wet fingertip. “Mmm. Yeah.” Damon’s voice was low and lustful. “She’s ready, all right.” He turned to the stocky white guy. “Adam, why don’t you take the first go?”
Adam approached. At some point he’d taken off his fitted suit and stood fully naked. His body looked like something an artist sculpted out of clay to represent the perfect human form. Every muscle was full and defined, including some muscles Kelly didn’t even know existed. His jawline was hard and defined, as well, but his face was youthful.
He ran a hand along her curvy thigh, sending a chill of anticipation down her spine.
She looked down and saw him between her legs, holding his thick, unprotected member and stroking it. Slowly, he pressed the warm head against her wet folds. She could feel his size as he probed her entrance, feel the pulse of him, throbbing for her.
Then he slid inside her, and she moaned through her gag.
Even as wet as she was, it was a tight fit. She could feel every inch of him, completely filling her up.
When he started to move, it was almost too much. She writhed on the s
wing, her arms and legs bound and helpless. He moved slowly, breaking her in.
“God,” Adam murmured. “She’s tight.”
Meanwhile, the other guys stood around, jerking off to her. She relished in their hungry gazes.
Adam started to move faster as she warmed up to his size. His strong hands gripped her ample hips, his own hips moving like a piston as he fucked her raw. She moaned against her gag, rocking in the sex swing, her fingers twitching, toes curling in ecstasy.
“Oh, yeah,” Adam groaned. “I’m gonna come!”
Kelly inhaled sharply. Her husband never let any of his friends go inside her unprotected, much less finish inside. This guy didn’t seem to care if he knocked her up at all. But then again, what was a little child support for a billionaire? Hell, maybe some of them even wanted heirs.