Erotic Romance Box Sets: Midnight Lily: A Billionaire’s Romantic Love Story (Book 1-3)

by Marian Middleton

  She had always been a thin and gaunt looking woman with all the sex appeal of a boobless twig, yet in her life, she had over 3450 proposals of marriage. She took the time to keep count to help remind herself that true love doesn’t exist.

  After a moment of overtly feigned apathy and exasperation, she pipes up, “Gentlemen, this is Leah, and Leah these gentlemen are representatives of the Japanese nuclear conglomerate, we are discussing a technology exchange regarding heavy water.” Leah smiles politely as the Japanese men bow slightly and say either hello or Kon'nichiwa.

  Clarissa excuses the men and has her suited butler take them to another room for more drinks and intimate conversation. Without moving from the spot, Clarissa says, “Leah, always a pleasure. I would hug you…but I won’t.” One may assume Clarissa was being funny or cute, but her stone-cold face didn’t echo such a sentiment.

  Leah replies and explains that it is raining and that she got soaked as she got her suitcase from the taxi. Clarissa explains that next time she should phone ahead so that her staff can pick her up. She also suggests that the taxi driver should be whipped for not bringing her right up to the door and for not bringing her bags to the door for her.

  An uncomfortable moment passes before Clarissa states, “In the short amount of time I have known you, I have never known you to turn up at my house unannounced. I will not get you out of drug trouble, I will not pay your debts, and I will not influence any court or judge. If you have smeared your own tatty reputation, then you will be disowned and that is all.”

  Leah wants to interrupt the tirade, but is much too afraid of Clarissa. She knows that Clarissa is no physical threat to her, nor to a sick mouse, but she is a harsh and imposing woman that has a very broad political reach. There is also the question of where her husband disappeared to and how his estate went to her in its entirety because his will was amended just weeks before he left.

  “I just need a place to stay for a few days. I had a bit of bother with Paul and would rather keep my head down for a little while.” Leah pauses and continues, “I know he is afraid of you and won’t come around here looking for me.”

  Clarissa glanced at the delicious figure of Leah, looking her up and down and raising her nose in the air like a vulture looking down on a wounded rabbit. She grumbles, “Would he be the reason you are soaked and yet haven’t removed your scarf yet?”

  Leah looks at her feet as if she is about to cry, so Clarissa continues, “I would assume it takes a few days for a lovebite to fade away…but that isn’t your problem is it?” A silence ensues before Clarissa comments, “My guess is that the pathetic worm of a boy forced himself on you and damaged your neck whilst you tried to resist. That would be the most savory story. But life is rarely savory. I think you spread your filthy legs and let him have his way.”

  Leah is affronted and her blood boils as her brow furrows beneath her golden blonde hair. Clarissa continues, “Did he put his hands on you?” Leah confirms her assertion by removing her scarf to show two bruised marks on her neck. “You allow men to treat you like scum and that is all you will ever be.” Before Leah can reply Clarissa says, “You may stay here two nights and in that time I will teach you how to paddle in this pool we call life. I won’t bother to pity you so long as you do everything I say, and I will change your life…Now, go take a bath.”

  Without replying, Leah follows a maid to the en-suite bathroom where staff are already running a bath.

  CHAPTER 3: Clarissa Tells Leah How The World Works

  Leah has spent two hours in the bath before the door bursts open. A short barman has pushed it open with a vicious thud and retreated to allow Clarissa to enter. “Thank You Peterson,” says Clarissa as he retreats away in a scared and servile manner.

  Leah jumps up in a childish attempt to cover her nudity, but Clarissa says, “Don’t bother child, you have nothing I haven’t seen whilst beating natives girls in Iowa.” She walks over to the presidential bathtub as Leah tries to uncomfortably relax.

  Clarissa starts to speak, “The world is not how it appears. There are things that happen in this world that would make any moral person vomit and any person with a soul cry like a child, but the fact is that this world is a horrible place to live. You can come to terms with this, or you can ignore it and try to live with yourself.”

  Leah sits up a little, “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “If you want to take control of your position on this earth, you have to understand three simple rules. The first is that there is a price for every action, which includes inaction. I have advised presidents on this matter, and they have started and stopped wars because of it.”

  “The second rule is that a powerful person never needs to lie. If you have to lie, then somebody else has power over you. We only lie to those that have power over us with the hopes of regaining some of the power or avoiding their wrath. Do not worry yourself with lies because they are the shackles that keep you servile.”

  “The third rule is that you only have as much power as other people allow you to have, and we gain power by forcing them to give it to us. Presidents, Prime Ministers, governors are not in power because people vote for them. They are in power because people allow them to be in power. Did you count all the votes? Did you choose the candidate? Did you even agree to be part of a democracy? By inaction, we allow them to be in power. If you want power, you must take it and you must force others to give it to you.”

  Through nervous heat and tension, Leah’s naked breasts and chest have dried up, so she re-wets herself with a sponge. “I don’t understand why you are telling me this,” she replies.

  “I am telling you this for two reasons. Firstly, you are a woman and you should be in charge of your future and of the men in your life, and you are failing on both points. Secondly, I charge a fee for my help and if you agree, I will give you all you desire.”

  “Do you mean money?” Leah cautiously questions.

  “No you sniveling fool. I mean I will drag Paul to your knees and have him apologize. I will also ensure that in that you are the unquestioned queen and ruler of the house.”

  “What about Steve? Your brother? Why would you go against him?”

  Clarissa cackles like a bitter witch in a mist of acrid fog, “He would be scraping gum from the side of the road if it were not for me. He is all bluster and no bollocks.”

  “Then why do you treat your female staff like dogs?”

  “Because I hate them. I hate you too, but with my help I may one day tolerate you.”

  Leah smiles sweetly and purses he lips to ask, “What do you want of me before you help me?”

  Clarissa’s face is blank and emotionless. “I want you to debase yourself. My guests are sick of rutting my ethnic staff. I want to offer them a fresh piece of white meat. I want them to tug on that blonde hair of yours and hump you like a wild animal, and I want to watch it on my cameras.”

  Leah wanted to act as if she were shocked, but her first thought was that Clarissa was going to ask her for sex. Whenever anybody asks her to do something, it is almost always that they want sex. Her first instinct was a little off centre. She thought she was going to have to find a nice way of saying she would rather lick razor blades than lick what Clarissa holds in her grandma knickers. To be honest, the idea of being cattle driven by a bunch of Japanese businessmen was a welcome pleasure when compared with chewing on the dusty flaps of Clarissa’s downstairs garden.

  Leah is afraid of Clarissa, but is also worldly-wise enough to know that when people offer things in exchange for sex, that they rarely come through on their promise. She is a hot blonde woman after all, and she gets offers for sex from almost everybody she meets. Some offer it by simply opening a door, where other men offer it with rides in their Lexus cars and holidays in Barbados. “How are you going to make me the queen of the castle?”

  Clarissa plumps up a half-attempt at a smile, “I will have Paul dragged here and thrown to your feet. I can then have him whipped until he ap
ologises to you. I will then use my influence to ensure your whim in that house is obeyed.”

  “What about Steve or my mum? My mum isn’t going to let me call the shots and neither will he.”

  Clarissa bends down and moves her face close to Leah’s and whispers, “I am not saying you will rule his business empire, I am saying that in his house, you are the boss, and if he disagrees I will have his legs removed.” Clarissa stands back up and towers over the slender form of Leah. “As for your stripper slut of a mother, throw a few dollars on the floor whenever she disagrees and step on her hands as she tries to pick them up. She will kowtow to whatever Steve says.”

  Upon agreeing, Clarissa starts to leave but stops at the door. A short fat maid is waiting outside. The maid walks in as Clarissa beckons. “Just one more thing,” she says without looking at Leah. “I have cameras that cover every inch of this house. Here is…” she forgets the maid’s name so says, “…my maid. You are going to stand up and she is going to give you three hard slaps around the face…I trust you have no complaint?!”

  Leah is excited about her new standing in life, but also intensely scared of Clarissa, so she whines, “Okay”, and slowly stands up to reveal her sexy smooth body glistening with beads of warm water and soapy bubbles. Clarissa walks away to the sound of three, wet, bare-skin slaps echo around the room.

  CHAPTER 4: Sex With Six Japanese Men

  I lie naked and excited on the bed. Most of the Japanese men are naked or down to their pitch-black socks. A gangly man approaches me whilst caressing his penis in his hands as if he were handling a baby calf. It starts to stiffen as his tanned skin turns a rosy color. A sly smile is smeared across is face. The other men gather around as he climbs onto the bed, still stimulating himself with his hand. He sinks to his knees and crawls along the bed to meet his lips with my vagina. His tongue slowly massages my moist and tender pussy as I whimper like an innocent kitten. I writhe in glorious pleasure as the tingle of his tongue and the whisper of his breath fills me with horny gratification.

  Like a ninja, a mustachioed and plump Japanese man appears on my left side, climbing on the bed and contorting his wriggly body to move close to me. He massages my tits like a baker massages bread dough. My nerves jitter and emotions flush as another man approaches me from the right and tries to kiss me.

  He kisses softly and gently as if he loved me with a gentle passion and understood that I was a delicate flower hungry for a hug and affection. His sensuous lips nurse my mouth and his rough tongue infiltrates my mouth just a little to taste my kiss. I hum as he kisses, so sexy and smooth that I forget the tongue nestled deep between my legs as I am overcome with a pearlescent shiver. He has me in the palm of his hand, and all I want to do is pull him inside me and grind his hips the way his mouth sweeps my lips.

  I feel a gentle movement below as the kisses on my vagina move up my nervous belly, slowly pecking their way up to my ivory breasts still being indecently kneaded by the short fat Japanese man to my left. He pulls and squeezes my breasts as he pounds at his groin--tugging his penis and banging it back and forth as he furiously masturbates.

  Kisses ride up between my tits and settle on my neck as the Japanese man slithers his horny warm body onto mine. The man that peeked my interest with his kisses moves away whilst stroking my golden flowing hair. He lovingly touches his penis and rubs his foreskin lightly as his erect penis shudders at the thought of soon penetrating me.

  The man laid atop me folds his body towards mine and quickly shunts his cock into me. I am wet, frothy, warm and ready. He thrusts it into me with short sharp thumps. The three men stood around the bed move in closer, whilst the men to my left and right masturbate frantically.

  Within just moments, the man humping me like a stuck pig lets out a squawk and ejaculates inside my tight little pussy. He rolls off as the men around the bed mutter in Japanese. As I look down to see who next wants to visit my temple, the short fat man squirts his hot fresh load over my tits and it dribbles and glistens down my chest and soaks into the sweaty damp bedcovers.

  Like a rabbit buck to a spring doe another Japanese man climbs aboard and positions himself into a squatting position above me. He reopens my legs and out gushes the sticky cum from the guy before. Squatting above my legs and not between them, I wonder how his cock is going to reach--until I actually see it.

  It is the size of a policeman’s truncheon and hard as ruby stone. He lowers his landing gear into dock and shunts my pussy with a squelch. With his scrawny naked arms he pulls together my legs and fucks my pussy with my legs closed so my thighs clasp his nob as is penetrates my eerily stretched pussy. Even with the buffer zone of my upper thigh, his thundering cock still pushes deep and stretches me wide open. He is skinny and boney up top, but has a powerful drilling muscle for an undercarriage. I wince in delight and pain as he motions his cock back and forth out of me. He pushes me up the bed as he thuds into me.

  I want to tell him to stop. I want to tell him that it hurts and I don’t think I can take it, but I have dreamt of a cock this big, hard and strong. I have dreamt of a cock that can lift me off a bed and throw me around. That can pick me up and toss me around the room with drenched blurry erotic vigor. My pussy squelches and stretches as his cock swells my frisky vagina, stretching its once virginal lips into a velvet pout.

  The great kisser reappears at my right side. He slips his penis into my mouth, past my pert moist lips and it lands on my tongue. His plump little bell-end tickles the top of my mouth and I let out a little gagging noise as if he is hit the back of my throat. I can’t help but notice his bollocks. They are hairless and smooth like a pair of boiled eggs. They wiggle and bounce as they hit my chin.

  The Japanese man with the massive cock keeps pushing through my legs and into me, forcing my sexy rump into the bed, sending ripples up my body and parting my butt cheeks as he does. He lifts his chest slightly and another man moves in to spurt hot cum over my chest, re-covering the now crispy flaky cum that dried from the guy from before. The man with the huge penis resumes ploughing me and ripping my pussy with his huge manhood. He penetrates and pushes faster and harder as his face gets redder and redder. His blurts out Japanese nonsense as he splashes cum into the back of my vagina. His whole body goes limp and he slinks away, only to be followed by the other man that is now standing by the bed. He quickly rushes up and aims his penis towards my pussy whilst masturbating furiously. He too ejaculates bubbly warm semen onto my vagina and it mixes with the cum of the mammoth cocked man that just left. He lays his cum on my pussy as if he were laying squelchy toothpaste on a toothbrush.

  Feeling dirty and abused like a used condom I lay there covered in the cum of distinguished businessmen. The only man left is the great kisser, who is slowly pushing his cock into my mouth. I slide my sweaty cum-soaked body off the bed and drop to my knees before I resume sucking his cock. Of all the men, I enjoyed the massive cocked man the most, but felt like I owed the kissing Japanese man something because he was the only one that kissed me (and he did it so well that I almost felt wanted).

  I gurgle and hum as I suck his cock. The sound of my lips smacking on his cock as he pulls out his cock and plunges it back into my mouth echoes around the room like thunder. He puts his hands on the back of my head and thrusts his cock harder into my mouth. I curl my tongue around his bell end as he pulls out, and push my lips over my teeth as he enters so they do not catch his bell-end or shaft. My eyes sparkle as I pull and throttle his cock with my plump and pretty lips. He pushes my head down and bends his legs as he ejaculates into my mouth. I run my tongue over his cock as he pulls out to lap up the last of his cum. I look up at him with my big blue eyes; I smile politely and swallow so he can see me do it. He smiles and follows his friends as they get dressed and laugh at each other’s Japanese comments as they leave.

  In rushes two female maids to peel me from the floor and lead me to a shower where they help me soap down. I didn’t mind them touching me since I felt liberated and free enoug
h to take on the world. They then lead me to a ready-run bath with lit candles around the edges, frothy bubbles in the water, and a bottle of aged Brandy with a glass already poured. As the maids leave, the older of the two tells me that Clarissa has offered the use of one of her special gentlemen to use his mouth to finish the job. I respectfully decline. I would have liked an orgasm, but I feel very sore and very tired. I drink half of the bottle before I retire for the night.

  CHAPTER 5: The Next Morning

  Leah makes her way to the luxurious and swanky dining area. It is deadly quiet, lit by the morning sun gushing through the windows. The butler enters, “My lady, I was unaware you had awoken. How are you this morning?”

  “I’m good thanks. Where is everybody?”

  “I will have somebody attend you immediately.”

  The staff swarm her and attend to her every need like a scene from the cartoon version of Beauty and the Beast. After breakfast, she strips into her bikini and makes her way to the pool to lie in the sun with a jug of orange juice and a big straw. The sun kisses her pale skin and slender body and she lays her head back to absorb the glorious radiant heat. It may have been moments, or it may have been hours, when she is startled by a large bag of ripped rags thrown at her feet.