Both Derek and I are so in turned with watching he’s stilled inside my tight hole.
The other man takes place in front of Becka and she leans back over Brian and the man slides his cock up and down her slit poking the base of Brian’s cock from time to time. He doesn’t wait and slams into her hole and Brian screams out with her as he shivers. He’s not going to last long.
I turn my focus back onto my partner and him on me and he pulls himself out and slams back into me. Oh yes! Grunts fill his tone as he furiously pounds my pussy like a jackhammer relentless and set on in the need to come. It feels great but I’m nowhere in the vicinity of climaxing. I take the bucking and fake moan into the air and caress his hot chest time to time. But I can’t peel my eyes from the fucking that Becka is doing and the determination Brian has not to explode inside her.
“Oh Anne… I can’t wait.” He pulls her long blonde hair cascading down her back close to his face.
“Brian, you better not come until you make me come,” she demands. “Larry, please give us a moment,” she asks her other fuck partner nicely and he slips out. I know she loves anal and apparently so does Brian.
My partner grunts and I feel him explode into me jerking his cock into my hole as the red head takes place between my legs and bangs into me hard. So I fake moan again watching as Becka reverse cowboy’s Brian with his cock shoved all the way inside her.
“Anne, I can’t wait,” he screeches.
She grabs his thighs hard, digging in her fingers and she humps him wildly riding his cock. She starts to moan deeply and he’s shaking like a leaf holding it in. His face bright red.
“Oh fuck!” he screams and jerks like a fish out of water exploding inside of her.
She peels off of him angry. “Fucking Brian—I told you not to come.”
“I’m sorry,” he whimpers his cock slowly going down, the condom filled with his white spunk sliding off.
“Troy!” Becka shouts and a tall dark skinned muscle man with a long thin cock produces himself.
“Yes madam.” He bows, respectfully.
“Fuck Brian in the ass until he comes again and make sure that this time he’s ready to fuck me hard enough and long enough to reach climax,” she orders darkly with a sly smile at Brian. He whimpers and rolls over, assuming the position. Apparently this isn’t the first time Becka has played dominatrix to him. What a show! I’ve never seen her in action. This is awesome. I definitely need to take some tips from her. Troy threads a ribbed condom over his cock and opens a lube. “No!” she snaps, waving a finger at him, jumping down from the pool table. “Make him suck you to get lube. This time he’ll learn not to displease me.”
Brian cries out in protest but Troy shoves his cock my Brian’s mouth and he listens sucking the man into his throat with a look of disgust.
“That’s right, you suck his cock Brian or I will twist those beautiful balls of yours,” she demands and pushes the redhead away from me. “She’s mine back off,” she hisses.
With a sweet lustful smile she runs her hands over my stomach exciting goosebumbs everywhere she touches. “Have these boys been good to my girl?” she asks, harshly eyeing the two men who fucked my hole. “Have you came again, my dear?” my roommate slash dominatrix asks me. I’m in awe of her. She’s so damn good at her job. I’m kind of jealous.
I shake my head and she produces a finger sliding it up and down my slit. “Well that is unacceptable. It’s just about as bad as Brian not fucking me to completion. Someone get over here and suck my fat clit while I take care of my woman,” she barks and three men dash between her legs, fighting for the chance to suck her. She laughs mockingly and kicks two of them to the side. “You little boy better suck me good or Troy over there will be fucking your asshole too,” she tells her to pussy sucking winner.
I can’t see the boy but I can imagine the terror on his face. Troy is face fucking Brian and Brian is moaning in his throat, humping the air.
“Ah… Yes… Slut Brian is ready Troy.”
“Yes madam,” Troy says and pulls his cock from Brian’s mouth. Leaving him with swollen red lips. Troy smacks Brian’s ass hard and the whole room erupts with the cracking sound. Bringing all the horny jackoffs and apparently bisexual groups’ attention to the show on the green felted pool table. Becka pinches my clit as she humps her pussy to the man sucking on her. Her eyes are on Troy and Brian, as are mine.
“Tell him what you want,” Becka mandates.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass Troy,” Brian murmurs, unable to keep still. I’m not sure if it’s anticipation or nervousness.
“Ask nicer.”
“Please, fill-up my ass Troy.” Brian lowers his tone and it’s sagging with deep need to have his hole filled. He wants this. I peek around Troy to find Brian’s cock hard as a rock dripping with pre-come that’s pooling in a pile on the table below him.
Troy positions himself at the entrance and pushes his thick head into Brian, he screams out and bucks backward. Troy holds onto him with a grunt and then with one quick move sinks all the way into him to the hilt and Brian cries out thrashing his body as Troy keeps him still. “Oh god, no more,” Brian cries in a mixture between pain and need to be fucked.
“What now madam?” Troy turns and asks Becka for instructions. I don’t know where she found this man but this is hot. I’ve never been in an orgy like this but I love it. It’s sick and twisted but totally my style in terms of ways to make money. She’s right, this kind of freakiness means making bank. I can’t wait to find out how much.
“What do you want to do, Troy?” she asks delicately and pushes a finger inside my hole and I arch off the table. Her hand presses me back down. “Calm down sweetie,” she says, stilling her finger inside me.
“I want to ride his ass hard madam,” he reveals honestly.
“Then fuck his ass hard.”
“No!” Brian yells.
“Go ahead, Troy,” Becka presses.
He pulls his long cock out and impales Brian again. And Brian tries to collapse onto the table to get away but Troy holds him up, hammering in and out of his ass. Cries of pleasure and pain erupt harshly in the room taking place over all the other moans and I turn my gaze to Becka standing naked between my legs.
“I’m going to make sure you are pleasured,” she states to me and starts swirling her finger inside my soft hole. Within moments I am writhing in pure bliss of her softness coaxing me into a whirlwind of excitement massaging my inner walls. I feel another orgasm building in me as her finger rubs the perfect spot inside of me. I groan biting my lip as I watch Brian being emasculated by a sexy man riding his ass like a pony. Sweat is pouring down Troy’s forehead and cheeks and Brian is so loud I can barely hear myself moan let alone Becka whose hand is holding a head to her mound humping into his face. Riding the fine line of orgasm, as she quickens her finger inside of me the closer she is to breaking apart. Her beautiful body vibrates and she throws her head back jerking into the man’s mouth hard, coming as she screams “Fuck!”
Brian’s cries begin to quicken as Troy’s fingers dig into his hips and deeper grunts vibrate from his chest. It’s crazy to watch but something that comes with being in my profession.
“Make him come,” Becka orders Troy.
“Oh god… No more,” Brian cries, his fists in balls as he’s held up on all fours by Troy.
“He’s not going to madam I can’t get him too,” Troy huffs, slowing his rhythm.
“Then turn him over and fuck him the other way until he listens and can fuck my ass like I want,” she snaps and releases the hair of the man who sucked her off.
“Pee on me.” Becka’s pussy licker begs.
She scowls. “What?”
Kneeling on the floor in submissive pose. “Mistress, please pee on me,” he pleads, kissing her feet.
“You know that costs more right?” she warns.
He bobs his head, whining. “Yes, please.”
“Somebody lay down a towel,” she orde
rs and instantly two men present towels, laying them on the floor. Kicking him in the side he falls onto his back, his cock standing attention.
“If I pee on you, I expect you to come,” she commands and straddles him. I glance to my side and Troy pulls his dick out of Brian, flips him over, and tugs him to the side of the table forcefully pushing his legs up.
Brian shakes his head frantically, not wanting anymore. But it makes no sense because he’s so turned on his cock is purple and swollen.
“You ready?” Becka asks and I sit up so I can watch her in action. I’ve never seen this before but I’ve done sploshing. She readies herself and lowers down peeing all over his stomach. Instantly he screams and come starts to spurt out of his cock without him touching himself. She empties herself on him and I nearly gag when he licks his fingers. Becka exits the room leaving him to clean himself up. And I turn my attention back to Brian and Troy, who’s back to fucking his ass again.
Brian grabs his cock to masturbate it and suddenly Becka is back and by his side smacking his hand away. “No, you don’t make me come when your dick was in my ass. So you can’t touch yourself. You let him fuck you to completion,” she hisses and smacks his chest.
“I’m going to come, madam,” Troy grunts.
“Troy, please wait a moment,” she says nicely. “Brian if I let you fuck my ass now will you hold off? Or will you spurt again?”
He whines and frowns deeply. “I’ll come hard.”
I jump down off the table and pass by a group of men and women going at it on the floor. And I pull Becka by the arm to the corner of the room.
“Why are you putting him through that?” I ask, referring to Brian.
“He likes it. Trust me if I really made him stop he’d be mad. It’s part of the game he plays. All these men are freaks.” She waves her hand to the show of men and two women.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you have come?” She raises a brow.
“No, probably not. It’s some creepy shit,” I chuckle as she grabs my breast.
“Yes, but that’s why I make a hell of a lot of money. To make sure they enjoy themselves. I order them around and make them come. So do you. Now do your job. Did you go soft over the weekend?”
I want to say no. But this stuff isn’t in my field of expertise. So I’d say yes in a sense I probably have.
“No, but this isn’t exactly what I do.”
“Well you get the business men and Brian sets me up with the freaks.” She kneels in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I swallow hard, I know what this means.
“I’m going to make you come and once Brian finishes I’m going make him fuck my ass.” She licks her lips seductively, parting my pussy lips and dips her tongue inside. It doesn’t take long for her to make me come again and she sucks my juices as she fingers herself into a hot rumbling climax.
I finish and sit on the couch and realize I’ve barely done anything tonight. Usually I take lead but it seems as though Becka has it under control. She had no need for me, she brought me for one reason and that was to get her wish of touching me. I guess it worked wonders in her favor.
I sit back and watch as Brian finally erupts all over his stomach as Troy pounds into him and instantly Becka is fitting him for a condom and feeding his semi-hard cock into her ass.
“That’s right Brian, you better get hard again,” she orders and he whines, cupping her breast as she rides him. It doesn’t take her long and she’s crying out and exploding in one of the loudest orgasms I’ve ever heard. The rest of the night consisted of me fucking two more men and not coming. Then I sucked one cock. And of course Becka tongued me about ten more times into earth shattering climax after climax. She’s talented with that mouth of hers. We leave after five in the morning and stumble into bed. I don’t have enough energy to even take a shower like normal. I throw off my clothes and dive under the covers. Oh, the sweet symphony of high tread count.
Chapter Twenty
I spent all day yesterday keeping busy. After the late night orgy I slept most of the day away and beyond that I couldn’t sit still. I cleaned the apartment like I was having some inspection done with white gloves and a magnified glass. The more I cleaned the less I thought about Brad. Giving me two added benefits to my energy spurt. I of course have a date tonight with Joseph and John is tomorrow. That should help keep my mind off the man literally of my dreams. Last night I woke up three times my clit throbbing and it was all because of Brad. I don’t have a clue what his body even looks like under clothes and I’ve only felt his chest once. It’s not like I have much to go on but my stupid mind loves to play naughty tricks and spice up my sleeping all of a sudden. Normally I don’t dream or if I do I can’t remember them. Last night however I remember it all detail after detail. And it’s seared into my brain like a hot branding iron and I can’t wash the feelings or events away. I’ve tried. We made love in the dream over and over. Kind of like Joseph and I do except it was more intense and it meant something to me. Something so deep and real that I was almost crying when I sat up in bed this morning.
And right now I am trying to keep myself occupied for the next few hours before I get done up to see my favorite and very yummy client Joseph. I’m lying in bed naked as usual. I’ve got my laptop tucked into my lap and I’m doing a vast search for Brad’s apartment furnishing. Keeping him out of my head isn’t going to work today even if I try. So I might as well be of some use and get a portion of his apartment shopping completed.
He wants to keep it under fifty grand and to fill an entire apartment full including the kitchen with that amount of dough it isn’t the easiest if you purchase the bulk of your items from stores in the city. However, using the wonderful world wide web, you get immeasurable choices and most stores deliver and set up for a reasonable fee.
So far I’ve purchased an All-Clad stainless steel pots and pans set that cost well over a thousand dollars but Brad specifically requested name brand kitchen appliances. I’ve also selected a blue five quart kitchen aid mixer, five Le Creuset items, Calphalon bake ware set, silverware, Mikasa glasses for wine, margaritas as well as every day ones. I’ve done research upon research on what are the best utensils and appliances. I’ve spent nearly five thousand of the budget alone, setting up his kitchen with usable and well branded products. I just pray he likes them.
Most of the items I’ve purchased are either coming from Amazon or Macy’s. My thoughts are if you don’t like furniture from Macy’s then we’ve got a problem because they are a top of the line store except they don’t have outrageous price tags. And Brad doesn’t strike me as a man who cares about four thousand dollar nightstands. I’ve made the impulsive decision to buy a black modern canopy bed. It’s all square cut lines including the posts and there are drawers for storage in the bottom. I ordered the matching side tables but not the dresser because the walk in closets at Brad’s are large enough to store just about anything. I love the set because it’s masculine but can appeal to women as well, if he ever dates that is.
The couch I selected also from Macy’s online, is an extra-long medium gray fabric covered sectional with a chaise attached. I love couches with chaise lounges. I wish mine did. I got lucky and found a black cocktail ottoman coffee table that has storage inside. It will make for a perfect center of the living room tucked close to the eight person sectional. Going down the list and I hit more than half of what I need including dark brown stools for the island, an extra tall and extra-wide stark white electric fireplace to place Brad’s new fifty inch state of the art 3D plasma on and I get down to the finer details like red throw pillows and a dark walnut brown serving tray to sit on the coffee table ottoman. Overall I’m happy with my purchases and I pray that he likes my bold choice to go more masculine with harder cut lines and dark colors to clash with bright ones. Fingers crossed.
“What cha doin?” Becka asks, standing in my doorway nude. Her blonde hair making her breasts play peek-a-boo.
> “Buying Brad his apartment’s décor.”
“Ah… So are you going to include a special I love you note?” she teases, leaning into the door frame.
“Uh, no. That would be detrimental to my health.” I roll my eyes, snorting sarcastically.
“Maybe you should tell him.”
My eyes widen, shaking my head rapidly. “No way, Jose.”
“Well what I was really coming in here for was to tell you some juicy gossip I heard last night from Andrew when I was out.” She steps into my bedroom further and I pat the bed for her to sit down.
Ever since we spent that one night with me allowing her to eat me out, she’s been a little apprehensive around me. I don’t know why because it doesn’t change a thing in my life. I still love her as my roommate, bestie and coworker. Sure, I had my pussy licked and sucked into ten or more earth shattering orgasms by her. If I was a normal everyday prude who found sex to be sacred and romantic, I might be standoffish. But I’m a damn escort who fucks for a living. A few measly and rather pleasing orgasms given by a woman who is also a friend doesn’t make a damn bit of difference to me. Romance and love on the other hand would. Those are the types of occurrences that are rare in my life. Not sex. Really it’s no biggy.
“Come.” I pat harder and she takes the hint, cautiously lowering her naked bottom onto the edge of my mattress. Well I guess that’s better than nothing.
“So…” she sighs, blowing out a long whoosh of air, relaxing her tense shoulders. “Apparently Brad and Andrew aren’t doing so hot. Andrew was livid last night when we went out and the sex was rougher than usual. I’m not sure of all the ins and outs of the problem but Andrew mentioned something about Brad being an asshole and how he’s glad he saw his true colors sooner than later. Whatever that means,” she shrugs, confused.
I can’t believe he did it! He actually dumped Andrew. Way to go Brad. Sad thing is, I wish I could be there to celebrate his detachment from Andrew. But that’s never going to happen. Why do I love a man? Once you get into this job and choose a life of being a forever bachelorette, your heart should just die. Not the physical part but the emotional part of it. It should blacken and crumble away. But no, of course it doesn’t work that way and now I’m stuck pining for a man who doesn’t even know how I feel and can never know. I’m an idiot. Plain and simple.
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