On route to the restaurant, her father had texted her and asked her to meet him at his club. It was a stereotypical “man space” where women were only welcome if they were invited guests. She always felt strange visiting him there. He said he always did his best business deals there but she always felt a little out of her element. Whenever she walked through the door she always felt like the men there were sizing her up and looking at her like she was a piece of meat. It was an intimidating sensation.
Before long, Bridgette had arrived at the club and had tossed her keys to the valet. She trotted up to the door, aware of how short her skirt looked thanks to her six inch stiletto heels. She was planning to meet up with her girlfriends after her lunch to do a bit of retail therapy and as such she had dressed for more than just a meeting with her father. Now, she was beginning to regret that decision.
The doorman welcomed her. He knew who her father was, all of the staff did. The doorman summoned a waiter who welcomed her with a deferential nod of his head. He led her through the foyer and into the dining area. She knew that there was more to the club than the dining room but those areas were strictly off limits to women and non-members.
The dining room was very sumptuous in a masculine, old world kind of way. There were numerous booths with leather upholstery, some of which were occupied. The waiter led her to a table in the back corner. It was her father’s usual table and it gave him a good view of both the doorway and the rest of the room as well. Her father was dressed in a button-down dress shirt and a pair of trousers. He looked dressed up but Bridgette knew from personal experience that this was his “casual” look.
He stared at her with an unreadable expression on his face. She winced a bit but kept walking towards the table. Her father hated when she dressed the way she was. He told her he felt that she was “advertising herself”, that she had no “respect” for her body or for her family’s reputation. She hated knowing that he was displeased with her and wished that he would realize that this was the way that young people dressed and that she was actually fitting in with the rest of her high society friends.
Donald Esterbrook III watched as his daughter approached his table. He saw how short her skirt was and how thin her blouse was. He felt embarrassed but tried to hide it. Little did his daughter know today she was meeting her husband to be. He began to stir as he tried to figure out how to begin the conversation.
“Hi princess” he said as soon as she was seated.
“Hi daddy,” she replied in her chirpiest voice.
“How are you? Excited for your birthday?”
“Oh yes! I’m elated.”
“Uhmm sweetheart, I have been trying for the longest while to figure out how to put these words together and this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to think about doing.”
“What is??” Bridgette asked almost screaming, the terror in her eyes were evident, a direct replica of the terror she saw in her father’s eyes. The trust fund, she thought, what happened to it?
CHAPTER 2
“As you know I’m ranked the third richest man in our country, behind the Scheizwek’s and the Adaramo’s.”
Bridgette simply nodded.
“Now as you know we like to keep our wealth among the three families. All the Scheizwek boys have already been married in and you’re the only girl in our family. Sadly but also thankfully you’re almost 19 so you’ll keep our initiation ceremony alive.” He said as he gestured and called someone that stood at the corner.
Immediately after the gesture the male figure started walking towards the table. “Fortunately for you, you and Nadjéé have always been close, and though you may have never liked him as anything more than a friend, he has always admired you,” he said
By the time he finished the sentence Nadjéé had already made his way to the table and stood expectantly.
Nadjéé Adarimo II had been Bridgette’s big brother’s best friend, since they were two and knew everything there was to know about each other.
He stood speechless at the sight of Bridgette. Never had he seen her like this before, her skirt rode up and he could almost see her panties, her legs were spectacular in her heels; flawlessly toned to perfection, and her blouse opened and gave access to the outline of her breasts. He turned to wait on her dad to continue speaking as he took in every inch of her.
The club was chilly and her nipples were becoming nice and hard. He knew that she was cold but that she was also too stubborn to ask for a sweater. He noticed how shocked she looked, but also realized she looked somewhat comfortable and was pleased he was chosen to marry her and was elated he would get the chance to have his way with her while she was still relatively young and inexperienced.
He said nothing as he sat down across the table from her. Father and daughter both fell silent as they looked at the menu. The waiter, knowing what Donald was like, waited at the table until his three customers had placed their orders. He then left quickly, moving with the silent efficiency of someone who was used to waiting on, and dealing with, the very wealthy.
After their meals had arrived and been devoured, her father cleared his throat. Bridgette fell silent, realizing that her father was about to enlighten her to even further details of why he had summoned her to his club. He looked at her, slid a sealed envelope across the table towards her and then settled back against the back of his booth.
“Read it.”
CHAPTER 3
Bridgette raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the envelope. It was plain, nothing was written on the front. She was tempted to lift it up and stare at it against the light to see if she could see what the document inside said but her father was watching her and she knew that eventually she would just have to open it anyway.
It simply said that her father had changed his wishes regarding her trust fund. That if she wanted to still receive those monies, she would agree to his terms.
She was expected, on the date of her 19th birthday, to submit to Nadjéé and his two friends, after which she would marry Nadjéé. Not only was she supposed to allow them to have their way with her sexually, she was also expected to let them impregnate her. The letter stated that if, in the event that she became pregnant by one of them, additional arrangements would be made to deal with the situation.
Bridgette was terrified.
Three men!
But, I’m still a virgin she thought.
***
It was three days until her birthday. She had three days to decide whether or not she would go through with the arrangement as outlined in the letter. She looked up at her father with a sick look on her face, hoping against hope that Donald was joking. He couldn’t really want that for her, could he? His face looked impassive and he gazed sternly at her. She dropped her gaze and blushed. It all had to be a terrible mistake.
Nadjéé watched his best friend’s sister intently, as he felt a perverse thrill at the range of expressions on her face. He wanted her, and wanted her badly.
He knew that she was not about to let her cushy lifestyle slip by. She was too much like her mother, to let that happen. She was a beautiful girl and, as he watched, he was fantasizing about shoving her down across the table and having his way with her right there in the dining room.
“You have three days to think about it. His friends will be arriving from Europe in the morning. It’s been a couple years since you’ve seen them. I suggest you wait and see what kind of men they have grown into before you give me a definite answer. Now, please leave. I’d like to enjoy the rest of my afternoon here and you have some shopping and some thinking to do.”
Bridgette carried on with the rest of her day. The offer was all she could think about. While shopping with her friend Eva, her mind was mulling over the offer. It wasn’t such a bad one, was it? It was one night.
Nadjéé was fairly attractive and she had often thought about what he would look like if he was peeled out of his attire. Surely his friends couldn’t be totally unattractive. Maybe she should just give h
er father what he wanted and then get out of the marriage as quickly as possible.
CHAPTER 4
She slept poorly that night and the next. Meeting Nadjéé friends, Jadien and Aidan helped somewhat. They were both tall and very handsome. They took after their fathers in terms of looks. All three men had thick, dark, wavy hair and prominent cheekbones. They all had the same predatory look about their faces and the same lanky, muscular body type. Being near them and riding in the family limousine with them was starting to make Bridgette aroused. She could feel herself getting wet.
She had made her decision. As they stepped out of the limo and prepared to enter the family house, she leaned in close to Nadjéé, pressing her body up against him and whispered in his ear.
“I agree.”
He smiled and told her not to worry about any of the details. He would take care of everything. She was turning 19 on Thursday evening but the party that had been planned for her birthday celebration would not take place until the following Saturday. They would have plenty of time to go out for dinner and then home to the mansion to break her in properly.
Dinner was amazing. Nadjéé had even given her a new dress to wear. It was very short, the hem reached just below the cleft between her legs and had a corset top that pressed her breasts up and outwards. The neckline cut low across them so that if she moved wrong her breasts would be seen above the top of the dress. She dressed and styled her hair. Nadjéé in his briefing had already told her not to wear any underwear.
She made her way down the staircase towards the front door where all three men stood gazing at her with eyes full of lust.
Dinner was at the club but it was almost empty that late at night. She felt nostalgic, she was seated in her father’s usual booth but this time, she was seated beside Nadjéé and there was no sign of her dad.
Partway through the meal, she felt his hand stroking her thigh. He gently worked it further and further up until it reached the hem of her dress. He didn’t look at her, he simply slid his hand up under her skirt.
She felt his hand exploring her body. He ran his hand up her leg and then across to her mound. She had shaved it and the smooth skin was incredibly sensitive. She gasped a little and parted her legs so that he could explore her further. He ran a finger down her cleft and then carefully and slowly inserted it in her moist heat. He fingered her slowly, lingeringly while she tried not to gasp and moan.
His friends were watching and knew exactly what he was doing. Jadien, the oldest of the three men, was visibly aroused by his friend’s actions. He shifted slightly and tried to find a more comfortable position that would make his hardening cock less confined. Bridgette was across the table from him, her eyes closed as Nadjéé stroked and played with her young, virgin cunt, while he waved over the waiter with his free hand.
“Charge this to my account, please. We’ll be using the room I’ve reserved now.”
He withdrew a finger from Bridgette’s pussy and stood up. He extended his hand to her and said “it’s time.”
His friends stood up and moved away from the table then followed Nadjéé, Bridgette and the waiter out of the dining room. They made their way down one of the hallways through parts of the club that Bridgette had never seen. The rooms all had the same doors. There were no room numbers, no signs saying which rooms were for which purposes. Finally, the waiter stopped and gestured towards one door.
“There you are Sir, the room you asked for.”
They entered the room and Nadjéé closed the door behind them.
The room was comfortable and well-appointed. There was a massive four-post bed in the room that was turned down and ready for them to climb in. It was more than big enough for all of them at the same time. He looked at Bridgette.
“You’re wearing too many clothes”.
He grabbed her and spun her around. She felt him untying the back of her dress and suddenly it was falling away from her body leaving her naked. His friends looked at her bare flesh with growing interest. Her body looked innocent and unbroken. Her skin was smooth and pale and her nipples were pink and was beginning to get hard in the cool air.
Nadjéé placed his hands on her shoulders and began to softly kiss on the delicate skin of her neck. The feel of his mouth against her skin made her shiver and she felt her cunt getting wet again.
“I want you to enjoy this,” he crooned. “I know you’re just doing this for the money but there’s no reason you can’t enjoy it too.”
He began to kiss her neck again and Bridgette reached one hand back. She placed it behind his head, pulling down on her skin so that he was kissing her harder. She felt him moan into her skin at her touch.
As he kissed her, Aidan stepped up in front of her. He reached out and tentatively began to caress her breasts. He leaned in and she felt his hot mouth engulfing her left nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and pressing against it. Bridgette moaned. Nadjéé slid one hand around her front then pressed it flat against her stomach. He moved the hand down until it was cupping her pussy. He felt it was warm and slick with her juices. She was practically dripping. He slid a finger inside her and began to rub the front wall of her pussy. Bridgette moaned loudly and he felt her cumming for the first time.
His hand filled with the moisture running from her cunt as she came hard, the waves of her orgasm moving through her. Her knees buckled and Aidan caught her. Instead of setting her on her feet he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed.
He threw her down on the mattress and began to undo his clothing. Jadien had already removed his while watching his friends kissing and caressing Bridgette. As she landed on the mattress he swiftly moved over and covered her body with his. He was naked and hard and yearning for her. She didn’t get a second to pull herself together before he was all on her.
He moved up her chest, his legs still straddling her. Jadien stopped when his cock was within easy reach of Bridgette’s mouth. He grabbed her hair and tilted her head up then slid his cock between her lush, full lips. Her cheeks stretched and her mouth widened. He forced himself deeper into her mouth and the hinges of her mouth felt as if it were being stretched thin to accommodate his massive cock. She felt her pussy getting slicker as invades her mouth. She begins to bob her head faster and faster sucking him off fervently. She got greedy for more of him and rammed her mouth hard down his full length, feeling him hitting the back of her throat. She gagged a bit but soon got the hang of sucking a big thick cock, her wet tongue washing over him with regular, even strokes as she ate up his cock as if she was a cock-sucking expert.
As Bridgette grew accustomed to his large cock in her mouth, she felt a new sensation. Someone had begun to lick on the outsides of her pussy, licking and lapping away at her juiciness down there.
She couldn’t see who because Jadien’s body was blocking her line of sight but whoever it was seemed very skilled. She moaned as she felt a pair of lips brushing over her clit, playing with the hard nugget of her pleasure. The tip of a tongue began to trace the slit of her and then she felt the sensation of a finger working its way inside her pussy. She moaned and arched her back, her muscles contracting as her pleasure grew and grew.
She was mid-orgasm when she felt the finger withdrew. Then a cock thrust into her hard. It ripped through her maidenhead and she whimpered but the feeling of the orgasm won out and she was lost in pleasure and pain. She felt someone thrusting into her but something was still working her clitoris in small, persistent circles. It felt amazing. She sucked as much as she could on the cock in her mouth, her mouth drooling trying to show him how good she felt.
Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth and rolled off her chest. She opened her eyes and looked down her body. She saw Nadjéé thrusting into her. His body was magnificent. She knew he worked out but had no idea how amazing he looked naked. His cock felt like pure raw pleasure being thrust into her. It was thick, rather than long, and it had stretched her open. He saw that she was no longer giving
Jadien heads and smiled at her.
“I’m cumming inside you. Remember, we get to impregnate you, not just fuck you. Wouldn’t you like my baby in your tummy?”
Bridgette moaned. It felt so good she didn’t want him to stop.
All too soon, she felt him picking up the pace. He thrust faster, harder, deeper. She saw his head drop down and his eyes squeezed shut as he reached orgasm and she felt a hot wave of his cum shooting deep inside her belly. He pumped into her a few more times as his orgasm faded, then slipped out of her. He moved to the side, positioning himself so that he was able to reach her mouth with his, but out of the way of whichever friend wanted to use her next.
It was Jadien’s turn. He had been stroking himself to stay hard and he quickly climbed on top of her. Nadjéé leaned over and began to kiss her, thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth and stroking her cheek with one hand. Jadien shoved himself inside her cum-trenched hole and began to fuck her. He was longer than his friends and she could feel the head of his cock pressing up against her cervix. He grabbed her knees and bent them up so they rested on her chest. It gave a whole new level of sensation and Bridgette moaned with pleasure. Nadjéé kissed her even harder as she moaned into his mouth.
Jadien slapped her ass and plunged his cock deep into her cunt. He felt sweat breaking out on his forehead. Bridgette was so tight and hot. He had been dying for a chance to see her naked and fuck her for years ever since they had played doctor one day. Now, his wet dreams and masturbatory fantasies were coming true. It wasn’t long before he was shooting thick ropes of semen deep inside her already sodden cunt. He leaned down and held the head of her nipples between his teeth then applied pressure and it sent a sensation shooting through her. She shivered and gasped. He strokes her hair, looking at her face, flushed with pleasure and said, “That’s something to remember me by.”
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