The Dirty Hotel King: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “So,” said Lance, sitting next to me on the couch, letting a big hand trail on my leg. “What do we do next?”

  I was confused. “What do you mean?” I asked softly.

  “Well, Logan and I were mighty disappointed when we weren’t able to get to know you better after the Gonzo Size contest,” he said, stroking my thigh. “But it seems that fate has brought you back into our arms.”

  Was it my imagination or were his fingers fluttering closer and closer to my puss? I could feel the heat in my vee like a bright bulb, emanating in waves.

  “Yeah,” said Logan, seating himself on my other side. “We know each other well already, wouldn’t you agree?” he said, arching an eyebrow at me mischievously, trailing light fingers over my shoulder. “I think we already crossed the line at the Donkey Club,” he added with a smirk.

  But I was still confused. “But … you can’t mean …” I gasped. “I mean, we’re siblings now, like my mom said,” I murmured. “You can’t be serious. Are you saying we should have sex together? Like brothers and sisters having sex?”

  “No baby, it’s not like brothers and sisters,” soothed Lance. “We’re not really related, and let’s be honest, we just set eyes on you for the first time two weeks ago. We’re practically strangers,” he finished.

  And he was right on those points. I’d never seen these men before they stepped into the Donkey Club, but they’d been haunting my thoughts ever since. And fuck, they were so handsome, so domineering with their twin green gazes fixed on my body.

  I have to say, I was desperate. It was like a dream come true for me, and I caved under those hot, hungry looks.

  “Okay,” I whispered. “But just this once.”

  My brothers smiled and kissed me gently, first Lance and Logan, their hands stroking my curves, savoring the womanly flesh. “You won’t regret it, little sister,” murmured Lance into my ear.

  And their stroking picked up the pace. Before I realized it, they’d pulled the dress from me, the cotton candy confection discarded on the floor. I was wearing nothing underneath except tiny pink panties and thigh-high stockings with my pink heels. The men gazed as me ravenously, eyes devouring me, almost shooting sparks it was so hot.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” breathed Logan.

  “Absolutely perfect,” agreed Lance, a gleam in his eye.

  My brothers molded me as if I were the most precious treasure they’d ever held. They weighed my tits in their hands, squeezing the soft, malleable flesh, rolling my nipples between their fingers before dipping their heads to suckle, their tongues tracing circles around my areola.

  “Oh!” I sighed. “Yes brothers, that feels good.”

  The sucking intensified, their twin dark heads bent to my breasts, licking, squeezing, nipping, the sight so erotic I creamed slightly between my legs. Their hands explored my body too, gripping the soft flesh of my thighs, trailing closer to the inexorable heat of my cunt.

  “Ahhh!” I gasped as Lance wiggled a finger against the damp spot on my panties. “Oh!” I breathed as he pushed in a bit, letting his finger dip into that sweet heat.

  “Mmm, you like this don’t you?” he asked wickedly, looking at me with hungry eyes. With a swift twist of his wrist, he swept my panties to the side, scrunching them into the soft gap between my leg and snatch. My chubby pussy was bare, glistening and engorged, dying for their attention.

  But instead of playing with my cunny, making me feel good, my brothers wanted a show.

  “Go on,” nudged Logan, helping me to my feet. I could hardly stand, I was so aroused, tottering in my high heels, my puss exposed.

  “Show us those delicious assets,” rumbled Lance, leaning back, spreading his arms over the back of the sofa.

  And so I started to do what I knew best. No music was necessary, I was able to sway to a beat in my head, and it helped that I actually wanted to fuck my customers this time, to feel those meaty, hard poles in my snatch. Reading my mind, my brothers unzipped their pants slowly, letting their fleshy, deep pink members pop out, waving in the air, pointing straight to the sky.

  I almost cried, I wanted to feel those hot fuckpoles in me again, stuffing my hot box. And I knew if I danced well, it would come sooner rather than later. So I swayed my hips, lifting a breast in each hand. I have huge Double D’s and lovingly, I caressed them, making sure to outline their sweet circular shape, pinching and twisting my nipples. I lifted one to my mouth, the flesh heavy and pendulous, and licked the tit with my tongue, all the time making electric eye contact with my brothers.

  They groaned, throwing their heads back, their hands stroking their shafts furiously. With a coy smile, I noted that both of their dicks were wet, Lance’s leaking so hard and fast that his cock was already shiny and moist, ready to fuck.

  Feeling beautiful and confident, I swirled in my heels, lusciously shaking my ass and grinding a bit, doing a body roll that emphasized my curvy shape. Tantalizingly, I pulled at the edges of my panties, teasing my brothers as I slowly slipped the fabric off my hips.

  With a flourish, I stepped out of the tiny bit of lace and threw it at Logan. He stopped beating his dick for a moment, catching the pair in mid-air and holding them up to his face for a deep sniff.

  “Fuck, sister,” he groaned. “You’re fucking roses and cream,” he rumbled, his massive fifteen incher growing even larger before my eyes.

  Mmm, I liked that. So my personal scent was sweet and enticing, huh? I smiled at him lovingly, coming to dance between his legs, shaking my breasts, letting him get a good look at my cunny. To help, I slipped down two fingers and parted my vaginal lips, the insides steamy pink and hot. Before he could lift a hand to touch, I backed away, and instead, leaned forward, letting my boobs dangle in his face.

  “Suck it, big boy,” I cooed. And he did. His lips found a hard nipple, the flesh puffy and yet malleable at once, drawing on it like a hungry baby, his hands reaching blindly to stroke my waist, my hips, my thighs. I obliged and let him get a few strokes in, even letting his hand run wetly through my legs once, before backing off again.

  “Your turn, brother,” I said, turning to Lance. And man, this guy was ready. While I’d been teasing his brother, he’d stripped bare, and now I was greeted by the sight of a six four god. I kid you not. I’d never seen them naked, and now that I had, I was glad I’d consented to this night of debauchery.

  Lance’s chest was broad and developed, the pecs heavy, made of carved steel, narrowing to a manly waist with a six-pack of abs. His thighs were thick and masculine, like tree trunks, his biceps bulging with muscle. But most of all was the look in his eyes. A bright, flashing green, hungry like a wolf, eating every inch of my body up although he’d barely touched me yet.

  And I shimmied over to him, like a moth drawn to flame. I tried the same trick on him as I had Logan, bouncing my breasts in his face, but he was having none of it. I guess his dick was too hard to bother with anything but cunt. He spun me around and pressed my back down, forcing me to bend over before burying his face in my snatch, licking me clit to anus.

  “Oh!” I squealed. Of course, I’ve had my pussy licked many times because customers will taste me when I’m on stage sometimes, tipping me extra for the chance to sample my cream. But this was different. Lance’s tongue was like a sinuous snake, slipping and sliding between my folds, slurping my female juice like it was ambrosia. My nectar ran hard, and he trailed each nook and cranny of my vaginal folds with his tongue, drinking it all up, letting it slide down his throat.

  But that wasn’t enough. He wanted to make sure to get inside me, and pushed me over even further, so that I was gripping my ankles, my puss bared to him from behind. Forcing my legs into a wide vee, he held my labia open, so that I was shockingly, daringly exposed. And I’m a stripper and a whore, but I’ve never been inspected so thoroughly. At first, I felt nothing but his gaze, the warm gusts of air as he breathed in my femininity, his mouth so close and yet so far from my steaming twat.

  Finally
with a growl, he dove in, face-planting himself in my channel, his tongue questing as far up into my little hole as it could go. Desperately he fucked me with his mouth, his tongue a small penis as it penetrated me over and over again.

  And fuck, I lost it right then and there. Without any warning, a rush overcame me, starting in the center of my cunny, delicious tingles emanating all the way from that sweet spot to the tips of my fingers and toes. I cried out loudly, squealing “Logan, Lance, aieee!” almost biting straight through my tongue, it felt so fucking good.

  And that was my brothers’ cue. They both stood up, their masts heavy as logs, protruding like fifteen inch batons from their hips. Lance took me first. He grabbed my hips in his hands, holding me steady and thrust once into my pussy from behind.

  “Aieee!” I yelped, gasping. I’d forgotten how big they were, how those humongous clubs felt in my tiny puss. I was lifted into the air, balancing on my toes, as I was skewered on that massive rod. I struggled, trying to push myself backwards and down, and here’s where Logan came in.

  He soothed me, standing in front my body, holding my waist as his brother gripped my hips.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  Lance must have nodded because suddenly they worked in unison. Logan pushed me backwards onto Lance’s dick, while Lance thrust forward with his hips, and suddenly I was completely filled to the brim, that fifteen inch length violating me in the best way possible, hitting up against the rubbery flesh of my cervix.

  “Aieeee!” I screamed, unable to disguise my lust. My tits jiggled and shook, pendulous as they swayed below me. My cunt felt so full, completely stuffed without a centimeter to spare. I moaned again as my puss creamed wetly, my folds giving it up to the massive member.

  “Thatta girl,” rumbled Lance, as he began a heavy pound behind me. The strokes were hard and strong, the penetration so devastating that I could feel myself about to orgasm again. My cunny tightened and I must have gushed because Lance gave his brother fair warning.

  “Plug her,” he commanded. And Logan pushed his member into my mouth, stuffing it full with his fifteen inches. I choked. It had been unexpected, and I sputtered as the hot pole made its way down my esophagus, almost impossible to speak or breathe. The member was like a fire hose, thick and pulsing, as it wormed its way down my throat, spurts of pre-cum and saliva lubing the way.

  “Ohhhh fuck,” groaned Logan, gripping my hair as he edged forward inch by inch. “Come on little girl, keep going,” he urged.

  And I did my best. I loosened my jaw as if I were a boa constrictor consuming its prey, and focused on stifling my gag reflex, willing myself to fellate a world-record dong. It must have felt good because even though he wasn’t all the way in yet, Logan released.

  “FUUUUCK!” he growled, grabbing my blonde hair, pushing my mouth down on his dick to make sure none of the semen escaped. Spurt after spurt of hot white rushed into me, like a fire hose pulsing its white, steamy spray.

  In the meantime, Lance’s rhythm in my cunt had picked up and I guess those soft pussy folds were too much for him because he too gave it up, cumming hard in my vag.

  “AWWW FUUUCK!” he roared as he convulsed, ropes of sperm shooting straight up into my twat, coating my ovaries, seeding my fertile fields. His penis throbbed and pulsed as his balls emptied, the hot white viscous and virile in my body.

  The realization that we’d had unprotected sex made me come, and I squealed again as my cunny clenched down on Lance’s pole, pumping his dick for the last traces of semen, each contraction drawing his tiny swimmers closer and closer to the final target.

  It was the most mind-blowing fuck I’d ever had, and I felt devastatingly sexy and sated as my brothers slowly withdrew. Their penises were coated in my cream, glossy and semi-erect still, dripping with liquid from the tip. Trails of white oozed down my thigh, and I licked my lips saucily, making sure that not a drop of semen escaped my mouth.

  “Dirty little girl, aren’t you?” asked Logan as he watched, eyes glued to my panting figure.

  I nodded, opening my mouth to show him the bit of goop on my tongue, and he chuckled.

  “Here give it to me,” he said, leaning forward for a kiss, and I did, snowballing him and letting him taste his own cum as we frenched for a minute.

  But Lance wanted cream pie as well, and he knelt in back of me, kissing the trail of liquid that was escaping from my cunt. I felt his warm, wet tongue lick wetly at my thigh, tracing up to my pussy lips, lapping the moisture there, cleaning me up as he sampled my vaginal secretions mixed with his own virile juice.

  Fuck, my brothers were perverted … and I loved it.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Logan

  Three months later …

  “So what’s been going on at Lance’s? Why are you there so often?” asked Patricia. It was the fucking inquisition again. Okay, so I’ve been hanging out at my brother’s place a lot … and it’s because Kacey’s moved into his apartment, sharing his big bed. It drives me nuts that he gets to fuck her whenever he wants and to make up for my lack of access, I’m over there a lot, burrowing into Kacey’s warm folds, making sure I get my share of that twat and ass.

  But Patricia isn’t dumb. She knew something was up. And the thing was, I wasn’t exactly trying to hide it. I realized that I’d been caught in some kind of downward spiral. After Kathryn died, I’d been seriously depressed and unfortunately my illness had been untreated. I was like a high-functioning dead man … walking, talking, doing my job, making it rain financially, but inside I was a fucking mess.

  I’d begun sleeping with Patricia because she was the opposite of Kathryn. Mean, vengeful, vicious, she was a cold viper but I wasn’t looking for warmth, love and laughter back then. If Patricia wanted to take, then I wasn’t going to stop her even if it included my body. And when she’d announced a miscarriage last year, I’d gone through the motions of consoling her, letting her move in, saying nothing as she quit her job and began living off my money.

  So I wasn’t surprised she was all over me like a bloodhound, sniffing suspiciously. I mean, this woman wanted a ring on her finger and I’d stayed mum on that subject despite her obvious hints.

  “Baby, doesn’t this one look so nice?” she’d ask, pointing to a DeBeers ad in a magazine. Or, “Honey, my girl friend just got one of those cushion cut diamonds and it’s gorgeous.” Shit like that. But I’d always mumbled something inconclusive in return and so far had managed to stay out of the line of fire.

  Plus, the time I spent with Kacey was amazing, like a breath of fresh air in an otherwise stagnant existence. The girl was funny, irresistible, curvaceous and warm. We’d tried to convince her not to go back to the Donkey Club but so far hadn’t succeeded.

  “Brothers, dancing is the only skill I have,” she’d said softly. “I can’t keep taking from you.”

  “Why not?” asked Lance. “We have more than enough and you’re paying us in your own way,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her. Of course, he meant the abundant sex we’d been getting, the easy access to her luscious tits and twat.

  “Oh Lance,” she said, giggling. “You’re ridiculous. But seriously, dancing is how I make a living. I can’t be a hundred percent dependent on you guys, it just doesn’t feel right.”

  And you know what? I respected her for that. I liked the fact that Kacey was trying to stand on her own two feet, that even though we were offering a free ride she wanted to be an independent woman. Plus, I liked the fact that she knew herself – that stripping and her body were major assets she could bank during her twenties.

  But we wanted to make sure she had a future too.

  “Honey, how about if you just dance, and don’t whore? Is that possible at the Donkey Club?” I’d asked.

  “Brothers,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “I stopped riding other men’s dicks the minute I took yours. I mean, no one else has fifteen inches so how could they compare?” she said with a shy smile. And entranced by her provocative teasing, we’d
pounced on the little girl, engaging in another deep, diligent round of pounding.

  And so I’d taken to showering at Lance’s after sex, but that’s almost just as suspicious to Patricia’s keen eye. I mean, why would I need to shower at my brother’s apartment? He had air conditioning and it wasn’t like I was using his gym.

  But she was willfully ignoring my clues, and instead asked, “Logan, what do you want for dinner? I ordered in two of your favorites: spare ribs and steak.”

  Patricia had never cooked as long as I could remember. In fact, even ordering in was a signal that she wanted something. But I just mumbled something inconclusive, passing her on the way to the bedroom.

  She followed me, her silhouette painfully thin, like an x-ray moving through the apartment. Did she get enough to eat? I wondered for a moment if she was starving herself. In fact, I was starting to doubt that she’d ever been pregnant, truth be told. You can’t possibly be fertile if you never eat.