Billionaire Stepbrother - Addiction: The Complete Series

by Stephanie Brother

  “Would you both care for some food before you continue the night’s festivities?” asked a man in a brilliantly tailored tuxedo. He was the archetype of all the maître d’s ever that they had seen in their lives. He was impeccable in both his dress and his mannerisms. Crisp, in charge and pointillist in his attention to the details of their enjoyment, he ordered the other waiters to begin to prepare the table.

  And, such a table it was! Fully fifty feet long, of ultra-rich mahogany, rosewood, teak and marble inlaid granite, it must have weighed as much as a truck! The tablecloths were silk, damask and laced cotton affairs with intricate patterns that were so breathtaking, they almost couldn’t look directly at them. They had gold threads, and silver threads entwined with ruby and emerald strands. It looked as though real diamonds were encrusting the tableware. The goblets and chalices that waited for their wine and mineral waters were priceless. The entire setting seemed something from Arthurian legend. It was a Brobdingnagian complex of carefully balanced elegance that served only to whet the appetites of those who were destined to sup at its shores.

  Kady was astonished to realize that she was thinking how marvelously decadent it would be and how fabulously delicious it would feel to have Brett bend her over that table and take her completely from behind, her breasts flattened on the table top, her nipples feeling the coldness of the marble surface. She was getting all hot and bothered again, but she didn’t care. The sight of the food slaked her thirst for Brett, but only slightly. She realized they hadn’t eaten anything substantive (well, except for each other, she giggled inwardly) since the restaurant.

  “Let’s eat, I’m starved!” she said, ravenously. Brett looked slightly pained, but she slipped her hand into his pants and gave his cock a good tight squeeze. “Somehow, I get the impression that they either have seen this before or are not fazed by some intimate goings on at the dinner table,” she said.

  “Well, that seems a bit forward, or odd, to me?” said Brett.

  The maître d’ approached them.

  “Messier and Madame, I assure you that the utmost discretion is the hallmark of quality here at your home. Ocaba Bien is your personal retreat from the rest of the world. You have nothing to fear, and everything is done only for your pleasure! Anything you wish is our delightful duty to provide. Anything at all…” he said.

  With that, four of the staff disrobed. There were two men, one black, one Caucasian, and both prime physical specimens that would have been at home in a Chippendale or Thunder Down Under show in Vegas. The four of them moved to an area where Brett and Kady could easily see them from the table and waited.

  Brett and Kady stared, both of their mouths opening, as they watched the others dumbstruck. Two attendants came over to them and escorted them to their places at the head of the broad table. The chairs were ornate, covered with royal purple velvet and crushed velours. The pillows were embroidered and quilted, and everything was pristine and spotless. The smell of the food caused them to salivate, and their stomachs rumbled with need. The entire display was designed for optimal dining enjoyment.

  The best food, the best service, and a live show, all for them in their dining room! It was insane!

  The two women, one white, and the other Oriental were tiny and delicate next to the muscled hard-bodies of the men.

  The four of them made an intricate and intimate tableau of nudity.

  It was artistically magnificent, the negative spaces and juxtaposition of color and muscle textures set in stark contrast with each other. They looked like a living statue, carved in flesh rather than marble or bronze. They all remained motionless as Brett and Kady were seated.

  The other waiters began a ballet of service that was perfectly timed and balanced. The courses of food, with perfectly sized portions for each of them, came and went. Drinks of various flavors and vintage were paired with the offerings. They were draped in marvelously expensive napkins, and their slightest bobble was countered gracefully by the staff.

  They dined like this for over two hours, relaxing and taking the time to enjoy the experience and savor the exotic fare. At one point, Brett was offered a cigar, and Kady elegant French clove cigarettes. Kady thought for a minute, and then politely declined. Brett was already puffing on his cigar, looking and acting like a mogul.

  Kady laughed at the sight of him, and he joined her. They were having the time of their lives, and both of them allowed the trepidation and worry to flow out of their minds. They sat next to each other, occasionally feeding a tidbit from one plate or another to each other so they could each enjoy the fabulous meal. The staff cleared one course, and then would bring out hot towels, or a finger bowl, or lemon wedges, or even hand towels as needed. They ate and drank and watched the nude performers balance on their hands, walking across the floor. The actors did all manner of acrobatics. The colors of their skin made a tapestry of movement and entwined limbs that made Brett and Kady both squeal with the delight they had felt at the circus or carnival.

  There was nothing overtly sexual about the performance, and care was taken so that the performers didn’t touch each other intimately. The overall effect was incredibly sensual, and Kady felt she wanted to touch herself at times. Once, she caught herself bouncing in the immense chair, to the time of the flips and cartwheels of the troupe.

  She moved closer to Brett and hugged him tightly, hoping to ward off another potentially embarrassing moment. She was startled to find him aroused as well.

  “Naughty boy!” she scolded.

  She teased him by kissing his mouth, tasting the cigar smoke and wines from their feast. She took her time, chasing his tongue with her own, savoring the manly flavors and sucking on his lips.

  She felt her nipples strain to burst through her sheer bra and desperately ached for Brett to suckle her breasts.

  The thought made her wetter than ever, and she worried momentarily that she might soak the expensive chair cushions, and maybe ruin them! But, a second later, Brett had taken her onto his lap and was stroking her face gently, whispering to her how much he loved her.

  A small tear formed in her eye and dripped delicately down her cheek. He wiped it clean with his finger and tipped her head up, his fingers gently under her chin. She could see the love Brett held for her in his eyes and knew that her own reflected that love. She wanted to bawl but bravely kept her lip from trembling. She had never been so happy in her life; nor so horny.

  “Maybe they need to put some saltpeter in this stuff!” she said, with a smirk. “I am on fire down below!” She whispered into Brett’s ear. “Darling, I want to stuff your hard cock all the way into my stomach! I want your come to be my dessert! I want to drain your balls all over my mouth and face!” she cried. Kady grabbed Brett by the waist and hugged him tightly, bouncing and grinding her clit against the hardness outlined beneath his pants. His penis bulged, and she again gave it a playful squeeze.

  “Would you care for some privacy, Madame?” asked one of the attendants. She was a red-haired girl, of about twenty-three years of age and had perky breasts that jutted saucily towards Kady.

  “Well, I suppose I can wait a while longer,” said Kady, “Though God knows I am so horny I can barely stand it!”

  She pushed her panties against the hard ridge in Brett’s pants. Brett was gasping a bit and wondered if he should maybe take Kady into the bedroom. Or any room, for that matter, he thought.

  “I think maybe we should retire to a bedroom?” he said.

  The maître d’ clapped his hands, and the acrobats bounced away from the dining area, retrieving their clothes as they leaped away. He motioned to the others, and the food platters and the tables covered with exotic dishes and liqueurs were whisked away, leaving Kady and Brett alone in the Great Dining Room.

  “That didn’t take them long, did it?” said Brett, Kady still squirming on his lap.

  “Oh, Brett, my darling! Take me here, now!” she cried. The combination of the food and the environment was making her crazed with lust fo
r Brett.

  Her ample breasts were bursting forth from the clothes she had changed into in the limo.

  Brett thought she smelled very nice, and he tipped one side of her blouse down to expose her bra. Kady pushed a finger between the two cups and flicked the bra apart, setting her tits free.

  She grabbed Brett’s hair with one hand and guided his mouth towards her nipples. His hot breath blew across them, and they stood out, rock hard and quivering with anticipation. He pushed his wet tongue out and licked first one, then the other. Kady screwed her lips tightly shut, to keep in the yelp of pleasure she was ready to release. She pushed into his mouth, feeling it open and his lips engulfing her. First, they covered her taut nipple, and then she felt his moist warm mouth as it slowly and agonizingly made its way over more of her fevered skin. She could feel his tongue moving in circles against the nipple, licking the tip and rubbing it deliciously. Brett moaned in tandem with her as she felt his hardness with her frantic hands.

  He was near to bursting, he knew. He had to do something to slow this down, or he was going to come in his pants.

  “Kady, babe! Slow down! I’m coming!” he shouted, alarmed.

  Instead of slacking off, Kady got off his lap and knelt on the ground.

  “Get on the table, and take off your pants!” she commanded. She doffed her blouse and bra and knelt before him, topless. Her nipples stuck out from her large breasts. Her tits swayed and bounced as she helped him out of his pants, pulling his shoes and socks off as fast as she dared without hurting him. She grabbed hold of his pant legs and shucked them free in a single motion, tossing them across the marbled floor. While she positioned herself better, she could see Brett’s massive cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, eager to be released. There was already a wet area on the tip of the tented underwear. She moved close to him and placed her mouth directly over the moisture. She sniffed it and then put her mouth on the wet material. She sucked on the bulge, pushing her head down and opening her mouth as wide as she could.

  She soaked the crotch of Brett’s boxers with her saliva, and the pre-cum from his aching, throbbing cock. She could taste his semen mixing with the taste of the fabric and the remnants of the delicious flavors of the meal.

  Brett moaned with pleasure, grunting and trying to get his manhood out the front of his boxers, but Kady simply wouldn’t let him. He grabbed under her boobs and massaged them with shaking hands. His legs were trembling from the tension of trying to hold back, but he finally couldn’t handle her ministrations. He let loose, his come soaking his underpants, oozing through the material as Kady sucked and bobbed on his lap.

  Kady closed her mouth over Brett, holding in the come as it filled her mouth, filtered by the boxers. It slowly trickled through, and she savored every drop as it came arrived on her eager tongue. She put her hand between her thighs, touching herself. She could feel Brett’s hands and fingers working her breasts, and his cock continued to pulse and shoot his hot come out of the tip. She moved off of it, taking a moment to allow it to poke through the opening in his boxers. She looked at it, loving how its tip glistened with silvery threads of her saliva and his white sperm. She licked it, lapping up the creamy liquid, swallowing it down her greedy throat. Then she stuffed all of it into her throat, relaxing her neck muscles to allow his engorged penis full and unfettered access to her. She moved slowly over Brett’s hard cock, still rigid and turgid, and seemingly still full of hot, delicious semen. It pulsed out in gouts, and she would move her head down, filling her mouth, then rise up and gulp down the latest load, and repeat the process.

  It seemed endless; Brett was tweaking her breasts, his cock blasting into her mouth and throat, and her clit on fire. Kady felt the heat rising in her loins and stuck her hand into her pants, fingering her clit. With a throaty growl, she shoved down all the way onto Brett’s shaft, licking the come into her hot mouth, her lips pulled back in ecstasy. Her strong orgasm began, and she could feel her pussy twitching and pulsating as if there were a thousand vibrators in it. Her head hummed, and she saw dots flashing in front of her eyes as her climax reached its crescendo. She heaved and bucked like a wild woman, and Brett held the sides of her head as he came a final, massive time. His load shot partially from her nostrils, and she fell back, spasming on the floor of the room, one hand pinching her nipples, the other furtively and frantically moving in and out of her soaking pussy.

  She bounced like a trout out of a stream, and Brett’s cock spent itself on her breasts, slicking them with hot jism. She rubbed the semen on her tits and face, licking her fingers, and shoving them back into her vagina, only to withdraw them and suck them again and again.

  Brett sat back in his chair, exhausted by Kady’s intense blowjob. They remained like that for a while, his legs twitching, his cock dripping come down its length. Brett watched as Kady had another orgasm, and then just lay on the floor, her chest heaving, her face and tits covered with his love juices. Her panties were completely soaked through, and he could see her pussy clearly outlined in a perfect cameltoe. He felt himself becoming aroused again, but suddenly a mellifluous sound caught their attention. They both looked around to see what was making the noise, but then, out of the thin air, came an announcement.

  “All guests should prepare for the Grand Ball. Commencement will occur in sixty minutes in the Ocaba Bien Tower, in the Varlessa Suites. We look forward to your attendance!” it said.

  Another melody sounded, and Brett and Kady noticed as attendants again appeared as from nowhere.

  “Would you like to bathe together or separately?” asked a trim, attractive woman wearing a long silken robe. “We are to assist you in your preparations for the Grande Ball.”

  Brett and Kady, embarrassed and startled, looked at each other with dawning comprehension. They had entered a new world of pleasure, with every wish of theirs a reality. Every desire, every want would be given to them. It was anticipated, planned and executed for their entire enjoyment of their lives.

  Their senses were reeling, but they allowed the servants to escort them to a magnificent bathing area and spa that seemed carved from the cliffs themselves. They were disrobed, and then given luffa scrubs and washed in stone basins with water that was perfect in temperature. Luxury soaps were massaged over their skin, and their hair was washed with scented lotions. The bath waters were bubbling, and various salts sat in containers while candles burned, and the entire area was bathed in soft light.

  They were given herbal teas and offered another lightly alcoholic drink. Oddly, even though they had been quite voracious in their consumption at dinner, they felt neither full nor inebriated. They felt pleasantly buzzed. Relaxing in the basins, they held hands and sipped at their tea.

  A vaguely Japanese melody tuned, with wind chimes and small bells tinkling around them. They felt the best they had in years – their bodies were at their peak, and their minds freed from worries.

  When they had finished, the attendants dried them with huge towels, and brisk bursts of refreshing air came from strategically positioned vents that felt like an outdoors breeze. They were wrapped in robes and then taken to a salon. Brett was shaved, and his hair trimmed. Kady was given a facial, a manicure, and pedicure, and her hair styled into an amazing and attractive design. Her pubic area was also trimmed, and her breasts were treated with scented oils by two women who took care to massage her. She became only slightly aroused, and one of the women smiled, assuring her that it was normal for the tingle and warmth of the oils to cause that reaction. She continued and then was replaced by another woman who applied makeup and lipstick, and plucked an errant eyebrow hair or two. Each stage was shown to them on large flat screen monitors from various angles so that they could comment or advise the attendants, but Brett and Kady soon found that they were in capable hands, and so relaxed and enjoyed the treatments.

  Soon, they had been readied and were then taken to be dressed for the Grand Ball. They were briefly separated as Kady was moved to a room of her own, an
d Brett was escorted to a combination of dressing area and den.

  Brett observed that the room looked like a gentleman’s library and smoking-room. A valet entered, politely introducing himself and began handing Brett his various pieces of clothing.

  As Brett dressed, the man busied himself assuring Brett that this was to be expected and primped at the clothing for best effect.

  Another servant poured Brett a snifter of cognac and lit a large cigar for him. He placed these on a tray that conveniently hovered near Brett. He could not fathom how such a thing was possible. The marvels of Ocaba Bien were many, and it would take some time to get accustomed to them, he thought to himself.

  Kady was again stripped nude, and she was a bit self-conscious about her appearance. Although athletic, she was large and voluptuous. Her big breasts were cantilevered out from her torso, and topped by large perky pink nipples. She admired herself in the mirrors, liking the new hairstyle and her nicely shaped and trimmed bush. She stood there as the other attendants, (now four beautiful women) helped her to try on various combinations of lacey underwear. Nothing felt forced, and if she made any small face of disapproval, the particular item was removed, and a note made by one of the women. If she were honest with herself, there wasn’t anything wrong with any of the offered garments.

  She was still trying to come to terms with a rush of emotions for Brett and the sudden turn in the quality of their lives. It was maddening, and she found herself simultaneously excited and anxious. She wanted Brett, wanted him to take her, to love her and make her come.

  Kady felt happier than she had ever been in her life.

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  Chapter Twenty-one

  Ted stood watching as Walter Reighland and his wife kissed passionately. He was not very sure of his feelings. Never a jealous man, he nevertheless was taken aback by their display.