The Dirty Hotel King: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “It’s gonna be fine,” I assured her. “More than fine, fan-fucking tastic.”

  Because with that, my glans brushed her back hole. The pleats contracted reflexively, Jane inhaling in surprise.

  “Calm,” I growled deeply, one big hand gripping her hip. “Calm.”

  And with that, I pressed forwards again, this time more insistently, her little butt struggling. Goddamn. There’d been balls in there just seconds before, but Jane’s ass was as tight as a virgin.

  “Unnnh,” she moaned. “Oh god.”

  Because it happened then. With a sticky popping sound, I was in. The head of my cock surfed into that pretty little butt, and I held still for a moment. Shit, she was so young, so fresh, those anal walls clamping hard on me.

  “Fuuuuuck, baby girl. Fuck you feel good.”

  But all that lube had a purpose. Because slowly, gently, I pushed forward again, cramming that tiny rectum full of cock.

  “Unnnh!” she squealed, eyes falling closed, face squinched in concentration. “Unnnh!”

  “That’s right, baby girl,” I rasped. “Just feel. Give it up and just feel.”

  And with that, the fucking began. I wish I could say I was gentle. After all, the brunette deserved it for a million reasons. She’d just had a baby. She was meeting the baby’s daddy again after a year apart, not knowing what would happen. She was getting her ass cherry popped, feeling massive cock in her back end for the first time.

  But I’m a motherfucker, and shit doesn’t work like that. This was my woman. The one I’d dreamed about for a year straight. So fuck, there was no sweet anal sex, no slow, passionate kissing. Instead, I went at her like a dog in heat, dipping my fuckrod into that ass again and again.

  “Fuck, fuck,” I panted with each heavy pound. “You like it don’t you? You’re a fucking butt slut.”

  Jane should have pushed me away. She should have run screaming to call 9-1-1. But instead, my girl accommodated me, gripping the counter even tighter, meeting every thrust with backwards pushes of that meaty butt.

  “Yes, I’m a butt slut,” she panted, confirming my accusation. “Yes, Dr. Morgan, give it to me, I want your fat cock in my ass!”

  And after a couple more hard, driving pounds, it happened. I burst in her anus, splashing that tight canal with blast after blast of hot cum.

  “SHIT!” came my conquering roar, liters of sperm pumping into that tiny rectum. “Fuck shit fuck!”

  And Jane exploded in a series of spasms them, ass clenching and clamping on my fuckrod so tight.

  “Travis!” came her helpless shriek, pussy and ass shaking like a world war. “Oh Travis!”

  And shit, but it was good. The teenage whore was mine again, letting me buttfuck her after hours in the office. Jane was nude once again, creaming and moaning in my arms, better than the best dream.

  So after it was over, I pulled out, hard shaft glistening and wet.

  “Did you like it?” I rasped, kissing her ear. “Did you like it? Because sweetheart, there’s more of that where it came from.”

  And Jane turned to look at me, big boobies still heaving with exertion.

  “Oh Dr. Morgan,” she sighed. “I more than liked it. I loved it. Because look,” she said, twirling on the stool so that she faced me. “Look what I’m doing.”

  And with little fingers, she scooped the white cum escaping from her asshole and pushed it into her pussy, virile sperm disappearing into her folds.

  “See Dr. Morgan?” she cooed flirtatiously. “I liked it so much that I want another baby. Noah deserves a little brother or sister, don’t you think?’

  And eyes flaring, I leaned forward to kiss her again, catching that sweet pout with my lips. Because shit, how did I get so lucky? With Jane the world was right again. After traveling the globe for decades, I was finally gonna settle down with the girl of my dreams and my own little family.

  THE END

  DOUBLE DONKEY

  A Twin Stepbrother Sports Romance

  (Erotic Romance, PI, Massive Size, MFM Menage)

  © 2016

  By Cassandra Dee

  A SNEAK PEEK

  Without any warning, I plunged my face between those hilltops, letting pure instinct drive me, my tongue tracing that beautiful crevice, savoring the musty essence of female animal.

  And I straightened immediately, my knees shaking, my dick still trembling with arousal, pulsating even harder, my sperm about to jet … because it was my stepsister Karlie. I’d recognize the taste and smell of her anywhere.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Karlie

  Home base had never looked so far away.

  But we weren’t playing softball. We were part of the school district’s new physical fitness mandate and were being forced to run laps.

  Not one lap.

  Not two laps, or even five.

  TEN FRIGGIN’ LAPS. Three miles of putting one foot in front of another, again and again, the rhythm monotonous.

  I thought I was going to die.

  “Come on Karlie, you can do it!” huffed my friend Jenny next to me.

  Jenny’s no better off because we’re both round girls with a few extra pounds. But Jenny’s better at this, she has strong legs at least. Me? I’m all big boobs, wide hips, and a jouncing ass. And these so-called assets definitely weren’t helping as we labored on the dirt path, dust picking up from the scuff of sneakers.

  “Wheeeee!” shrieked the whistle of Coach Jane. “Speed it up ladies, we want to finish before the end of the year.”

  Talk about insulting. Wasn’t staff supposed to go through sensitivity training or something like that? But I couldn’t focus on the comment because I was in so much pain. Sharp shooting sensations were making me double over, it hurt so bad. Plus, my lungs were positively screaming from lack of oxygen.

  To make things worse, the men’s football team came out for warm-ups and I noticed with a sinking heart that my stepbrothers were among them, their deep, confident laughter audible even across the field.

  Of course they were here. Colton and Cain were MVP football players at Xavier Middlebury, big men on campus, stars on the field and off. Just the other day, I’d been reminded how different we were, Colton and Cain as kings of the cool kids whereas I was a nerd, the invisible girl no one paid any attention to.

  My brothers had been holding court at lunch as usual, a group of good-looking kids surrounding them, the guys in letter jackets, the girls in fancy designer clothes.

  “Hey Colt,” cooed Cindy, a Barbie lookalike with platinum hair. “What’s your plan for tonight?”

  Colt had shrugged.

  “Maybe we’ll grab something to eat after practice,” he said. “Didn’t a new burger place open next the mall? Could be worth checking out.”

  My heart sank as I heard that. I’d been scheduled to tutor my brothers after dinner that day, to help them with their essays for English. But I guess they weren’t interested in hanging out with me when they could be meeting up with friends and socializing.

  So I was surprised that night when the door banged loudly, announcing the arrival of my steps.

  “Hey, I thought you guys were going out,” I called from the kitchen, confusion tingeing my voice. I’d made some spaghetti and was just finishing up the sauce. We have a cook but I like to do it myself sometimes, it feels more authentic like I’m in touch with the food.

  “Naw,” said Cain, clunking a huge bag of sports equipment onto the floor. “We thought we’d come home. We missed you, little sis,” he tossed off.

  “You did?” I said, hardly believing my ears. Usually they barely paid attention to me, I was surprised that they were even in the kitchen making conversation.

  But the real reason came soon. Colt grabbed a plate and began heaping it with noodles, the steam rising to the ceiling.

  “Yeah, nothing like a home-cooked meal,” he grunted. “Damn, I’m hungry.”

  My heart sank. Of course. Colt and Cain had huge appetites from all the sports they
did and I was nothing more than a fly on the wall, cooking, cleaning, even tutoring, come to think of it.

  I slunk up to my room, a plate of pasta in my hand. Colton and Cain had basically ignored me once their bellies were filled with food, settling on the couch with ESPN on. I could hear them from upstairs, “Go Cowboys, get em!” “Goddammit ref, you suck!”

  I wasn’t surprised when the doorbell rang some fifteen minutes later and the downstairs was filled with voices. We lived in our own wing of the mansion, so of course Colton and Cain were having friends over on a weeknight. They never stopped to follow rules, rules were for sissies.

  Especially when it came to girls. They weren’t supposed to invite girls over, but I could definitely hear female voices. There was the unmistakable clinking of glasses, then tinkling high-pitched laughter mixed in with my brothers’ deep growls. What the?

  But determinedly, I got to work. I wasn’t exactly pretty, so I was going to have to depend on my brains and personality to get ahead. Putting earplugs in, I turned on my desk lamp and flipped open a copy of Moby Dick. Hot sailors who took on the wild seas, that’s what would keep my mind off what was going on downstairs … I hoped.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Karlie

  I was startled from a deep sleep by the sound of rhythmic thunking followed by grunts and moans. What the? I sat up in bed, shaking my head confusedly. What the hell was going on? Were we being burgled?

  But the answer came soon. A long, feminine moan rang clearly through the darkness, followed by harsh panting and slapping sounds.

  “Oh god, Colt, right there, yeah!” cried a girl’s breathy voice.

  My mouth hung open. Was it? Could it be? But the answer was clear as rhythmic slapping sounds started up again, it could only be flesh hitting flesh as my brother banged some floozy next door.

  What the? My steps weren’t supposed to have girls over and now Colt, at least, was flagrantly disregarding the rules, doing some girl hard with the volume on max.

  I was mad at being woken up but also disturbingly titillated. Even if it was against the rules, the breathy moaning and panting made what was happening sound good … and it must have felt amazing.

  Slowly pulling the covers aside, I tiptoed to my door and let myself into the hallway, padding quietly over to the twins’ room. Who knew where Cain was? He’d probably been banished so that his twin could get his game on, ream some girl silly in their room.

  But suddenly, a second masculine voice joined the sound effects and I could hear two men grunting, going at the woman in tandem.

  “Yeah fuck her,” said one.

  “Her puss is so tight,” ground the other. “How’s her mouth?”

  I gasped, clapping a hand over my excited cry. Holy shit, were both of my brothers drilling the same girl? Could it be? As quietly as I could, I pushed open the door to their bedroom.

  And the sight made my pussy run immediately, gushing its special juice. A woman lay on their bed, her face obscured by my brother’s dick. Because she was sucking it, her throat furiously moving up and down as that massive shaft got a lube.

  And Cain, he was at her other end between her legs, drumming her cunny hard, his hips moving like an automaton, a gorgeous sheen of sweat covering his pecs and abs.

  “Umph, umph,” he grunted, pushing her legs up so that her feet stuck in the air in a vee, giving him more leverage. “Fuck, this pussy is tight.”

  “Umph, her mouth is tight too,” said Colt, pushing hard between the girl’s lips so that she choked. “Oh shit, too much,” he said, pulling out, the girl choking and gagging as the rod withdrew.

  And then it was my turn to gasp because for the first time, I saw my brother’s cock bare, its full length exposed and meaty. He was fifteen inches, and that’s an underestimate. It just seemed to go on and on as he pulled out of her mouth, inch after inch after inch appearing like a snake that wouldn’t stop, its shiny length veiny and pulsating with power.

  I literally lost my balance and had to catch myself on the door frame, steadying myself from the shock. Holy shit! That girl was a champ … and I envied her a little, my hand going down to my panties and stroking a bit. What would it feel like to have that dick in my mouth? Would I be able to take it?

  But the surprises weren’t over. With a mighty roar, Cain came, his hips shooting forward and giving her one final drill, punching into that little vag with a hard ream, his face and chest clenched in a mask of agony.

  But his control was amazing because he pulled out on the next stroke, great gusts of sperm shooting over her boobs and stomach, coating the girl in a filmy white, the sticky cum the best type of bath.

  And I really lost my balance this time, landing hard on the floor with a thunk. Because Cain too, had an equally big donkey dong, another fifteen inches of pure masculine pleasure, made for pounding women until they passed out.

  I could hardly believe it. My steps were massively endowed … and I’d never get a chance to taste for myself.

  Instead, I pretended. Not even bothering to get up, I thrust my fingers between my legs and began stroking. Oh god … oh god. I pictured myself as the girl, a massive cock in my mouth, another in my puss, being drilled on both ends.

  I’d stretch and then stretch some more, making room for thirty inches, enjoying the pure penis power, taking it deep both sides.

  And without further ado, I came hard on my fingers, my little twat spasming, clenching down on my fingers, seizing in pulsations of pleasure. I could feel shocks start from my clit and shoot outwards, ending in the tips of my fingers and toes, making me deliciously electrified, my breath coming hard.

  As I came to, I realized where I was. Sprawled on the floor outside my brothers’ bedroom as the banging continued inside. It was insane … and deliciously dirty.

  They hadn’t noticed me at all, they were so into in their threesome that my gasps and pants outside hadn’t penetrated the sex fog. I could see now that they had the girl bent over their desk as they inspected her pussy, her back lips pulled wide, the pink flesh pulsing and juicy, cream running down her thigh.

  “She looks appetizing, doesn’t she?” remarked Cain. His dick was already at full mast again, like he hadn’t come just five minutes ago.

  “Oh yeah, brother,” grunted Colt. “And I’m going to pound her hard,” he said, one hand fingering her folds, slowly pushing a finger in as the girl squealed again.

  And I couldn’t do anything but watch. I lay on the floor, barely breathing, my hands between my legs as my steps drilled the girl over and over again … wishing it were me.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Colt

  Karlie’s a funny one. She’s curvy and cute, with no idea of how tempting she looks.

  I remember the first time we saw her. My dad had asked us to come straight home after school.

  “Shit,” said Cain. “What does that guy want now?”

  “Who knows?” I shrugged dismissively. “We have practice anyways.”

  I was referring to the Saratoga Eagles football team. Cain and I are star players, I’m quarterback and Cain is our best receiver. It’s fucking awesome to be us on a Friday night.

  But later that evening, a surprise met us as soon as we opened the door.

  “Colt, Cain,” called my dad from the drawing room. “Over here.”

  Now before you say “WTF is a drawing room,” let me explain. Jerry left our mom when we were kids, leaving her to raise us by herself, and it was rough. One day he went off to work, business as usual … and he didn’t come home. Not that night, not the night after, and not for fifteen years.

  But he rolled into town a couple months ago, CEO of some conglomerate. Turns out his company was acquired by a bigger one, which was acquired by a bigger one, which was acquired by some huge behemoth with Jerry as its head. He’s rich as Midas now, with a giant ego to boot, always trying to show off or show someone up.

  So yeah, Jerry’s got billions and he bought an estate when he sailed back into town. Wav
erly is huge with ten bedrooms and ten baths, which is a little extravagant. After all, who needs ten bathrooms? It’s just the three of us in the house … if you don’t count the twenty people on staff.

  “Hey hey hey!” boomed Jerry’s voice upon seeing us in the doorway. “Come in boys!”

  I hated when he acted jovial, it was so fake. But we dropped our heavy equipment bags with thumps, uncaring where they landed. I hope they scuffed the wood floors, tore up his fancy carpets.