Their Courtesan: Billionaire Menage Romance

by Cynthia Dane

  Judith slammed her hips down, her warm, lingerie-laden slit finding an erection big enough to make her eyes bulge.

  Chapter 4

  JUDITH

  That… that is a cock.

  No duh! Men had cocks! How about that! Know who else had cocks? Fancy-pants men she entertained in her boudoir and quickly went to first, maybe second base with because they both knew what they were here for. Drinks my ass. Massage… my ass. From the moment Monica summoned Judith from the Entertainment Den to ready for Miguel, Prince of Monaco, she was informed of two things: that he was on the Dom side of the spectrum with an itch to fuck as quickly as possible… and that he had an anaconda lurking in his pants.

  One thing Monica left out, however, was how fucking hung this guy was!

  Judith had to quickly wipe the surprise off her face. Here’s hoping he’s already erect. She felt like she was straddling his damned leg, not his cock. Please. Please already be erect. With the fakest giggle on her lips, she eased off his lap and kissed his chin. Miguel did not look pleased.

  That only made him hotter.

  Judith was not used to genuinely handsome men walking into her boudoir. Most of them were okay. Certainly cleaner and better smelling than the men she started her career with working at Ms. Esther’s Escort Services, but God forbid they have some muscles, good breath, or a cock worth writing home about – let alone how to use it. Meanwhile, this thing. If Judith were still in contact with her mother she would totally write about it, but she doubted Mrs. King would be allowed such scandalous stories to read in prison. The guards would enjoy it, I’m sure.

  Miguel was different. Once he walked into her room, Judith had sensed it. Not only did he carry himself with a confidence that existed outside of I have a lot of money, thanks, but he had a clear voice and cologne to strike her heart down with. Now I regret burning that incense. It was supposed to set the mood. Instead, it overrode the Annick Goutal cologne this man smartly wore on his skin. Judith was blowing it all. What was she supposed to do with a gorgeous Monacan stumbling into her room? Oh, right, fuck him, and get paid for it! This is supposed to be the best part of this job. How many times could she say she was genuinely attracted to a client? Money and power could only make a man so attractive, especially after Judith had seen a hundred of them over the past year.

  Except. Except.

  Cock. Six o’clock.

  “You seem to be quite well endowed, Miguel.”

  The last of the cognac disappeared down his throat. “Should’ve saved some of this for you. You’re going to need it.”

  “Oh?”

  “Trust me.”

  Okay, Monica, you owe me. On one hand, how nice was it that her boss thought of her for the bigguns? On the other? Ha! Ha.

  “No worries.” Judith concentrated on his face. His beautiful, striking face covered in black fuzz that matched his fine black hair on his scalp. Judith ran her hand through it, marveling at how soft a man’s hair could be. What did he put in it? She would have to ask later. “You’re in good hands, sir.” Those hands went back to his buttons, slowly weaving them in and out of little eyes that were probably handstitched somewhere in Portugal. God, I should be riding his cock right now. Boom. Shirt open.

  Every saint in the universe best have mercy on her soul, because those were abs. Judith checked her dropping jaw and tried not to drool on him.

  “I think you might be getting aroused, Miss Judith.”

  “What makes you say that? Not that you’re wrong.”

  He flicked one of her hard nipples poking through her dress. “Glad to know I inspire you to do your job.”

  Who kissed who first? Did it fucking matter?

  Before Judith could be swept away in the taste of his mouth and the feel of his powerful visage against hers, however, she stepped back, fingers on her dress zipper.

  He patiently watched as she dropped her dress on the ground. Judith was always quick to take her clothes off at work, but even this was ridiculous for her. Didn’t help that she wore no bra and her nipples were happy to be there. Or maybe that worked more in her favor.

  “I hope you appreciate how gorgeous you are,” Miguel said, wrapping his hands behind his head. Good. He was making those muscles flex. On purpose? Who knew. Judith sure didn’t care. Distracting, though. “I’m sure you hear that all the time.”

  Judith was back on her knees, both eager and anxious to find out what was really going on in those pants. I will laugh if he’s stuffing. Somehow, she doubted it. A man like this would never stoop so low. Besides, these same men knew that she was paid to think the moon and sun of his cock.

  “You might be surprised.” She maintained eye contact as she rubbed his cock through his pants. Holy balls. Maybe literally. This man was definitely erect, and it wasn’t the tent hitched in his pants giving it away. Judith slowly lowered his zipper, wetting her lips. “A girl never tires of hearing it.”

  “Then hear it again. You’re a beautiful woman.”

  Judith held in any reaction bubbling behind her eyes, in her throat, in her loins as she uncovered the cock hiding within suit trousers and gray cotton briefs. Hi. My name is Judith King. Pleasure to meet you. She introduced herself because she was about 90% sure this was a sentient being in here.

  It was better than responding how she really wanted to: by exclaiming that he could have another career as a porn star.

  Miguel was European through and through, not that such a thing was a problem. The only appropriate response was to run her fingers beneath his length, feeling the heat of his skin as he filled with blood and lust. For me. Usually, Judith assumed that a man’s arousal was not because of her. Because she was a woman? Let alone a naked, sexually available one? Obviously. But because of her? Nah. She never took that amount of credit. These men she slept with would get hard for the nude statues in the labyrinth outside. Most of them were only concerned with what tight and warm hole she provided. He’s definitely gonna get a tight one out of me. Every woman in the world was probably tight to a man like this.

  Haha. Having sex with this thing.

  In civilian life, Judith would probably congratulate Miguel on his great, penile accomplishments and be on her way, whistling and laughing until she found someone to gab about it with. “Girl, you should’ve taken it on! Especially if he was that gorgeous!” “Don’t think you’d be saying that if you saw it.” Judith was a professional, though. Her job, the foundation of her career, was to act like this wasn’t a big deal. Most men? They wanted her to make a big deal about their cocks. Declare it huge. Too huge for her, surely. When they finally fucked her? “Oh, sir, it’s so big! I’ve never had one this big before! Ooohhh!” To be fair, most of them were adept enough to give her at least some pleasure, but half this job was lying through her sweet teeth to keep the client happy.

  If such a thing was possible tonight. Judith was already reading Mr. Bolivar’s expression. He was deciding if it was even worth trying to stick it in her. Probably had this problem more times than he cared to count. Was this why he told Monica about it? Good hell, and she came to Judith!

  Should she go ahead and tell him he could do whatever? Ask for the world’s most thorough hand job? Fuck her tits? Jerk himself off on her? Do I even want to know how much this guy comes? Judith tried wrapping her hand around it. She couldn’t.

  “This beautiful woman wants to suck your cock.” Judith touched his tip, impressed that it was already dripping precum. Guess that answers my last question, then. “Let me have the honor.”

  “The honor, huh?” Miguel’s voice was starting to strain. “I won’t lie. You’re so beautiful I wouldn’t mind watching you try.”

  Try! Judith could blow anything!

  Granted, this was a bit bigger than she was used to. No worse tasting, though. In fact… it really wasn’t that bad. Certainly musky, or that could have been the incense burning out on the other side of the room. Fuck, I love cock. It was what made the job so attractive in the beginning. Aside fro
m the money, of course. Even before she became a pro, Judith loved rubbing herself all over a man’s member and feeling him come inside her, on her. It was almost better than the sex itself. I’m not sure about it either. At least she knew why Monica came to her. Cock King is what Judith should’ve been called.

  All right. I’m going for it.

  A groan shook between her and the man beneath her touch. Was Miguel finally giving himself over? Would he stop worrying about things beyond his control? No. Probably not. Men like him never stopped worrying, or controlling, or at least grasping at worry and control. It was how they were raised, whether they grew up in poverty, constantly fretting over money, food, and shelter, or if they grew up in the embrace of luxury, where they always wanted more, or were afraid it would all go away. So to hear that groan of pleasure, of need, of slightly satiated desire was all Judith needed to feel praised as she grabbed his cock and parted her lips over his tip.

  Praised, sure. Losing her fucking mind? Definitely.

  Fine line between being attentive to a client, mindful of her own limitations, and throwing herself into the wind of sex for the sake of it. Yet Judith found herself blurring every line the more she put her mouth on this man. Tasting his skin. Inhaling the scent that made him male and young enough to have her. Feeling the surge of power emanating from his body as he carefully controlled how it reacted to her. I bet he wants to fuck my mouth. Guys loved doing that. With the right man, Judith loved having it done to her.

  “Fuck,” Miguel muttered. He stared at the ceiling. Judith grazed her teeth along his skin, easing her mouth open to take him in. “You’re making me want to fuck you even more than I did before.’

  It wasn’t easy giving him the usual treatment. Yet the spirit was willing, even if her body warned her that this man was unlike any other she had been with before. I can do this. Judith spent more time stroking him and nipping his flesh than outright sucking him off, but a girl needed time to relax her mouth around something like this. A girl also could draw quite a bit of inspiration from what she had in hand. He wants to fuck me with this thing… Judith could see it now. Her, on her back, this man ramming her pussy until she was screaming in unprecedented bliss. That’s how she wanted it to happen. It had to happen that way.

  “Touch yourself.”

  Judith’s left hand disappeared between her legs, stroking the inside of her thigh while her right hand stroked his cock. She dove deeper into his trousers as she pressed her fingers along her slit, stimulating her clit. Her lips found his sack and pursed against it – it elicited another groan from a man quickly losing his bearings.

  Eventually Judith couldn’t take it anymore. She had to feel him in her mouth. Now.

  The delightful string of curses he uttered as she swallowed half his cock urged her to continue. Judith would not let him leave her room until he was wholly satisfied in one form or another. It was only right. Not just because he was paying her, but because a handsome man who had come out all this way should get to have one of the most pleasing times of his life. Or so Judith told herself as his tip hit the back of her throat. The rest of her mouth was equally stimulated.

  Now I’m wet as fuck. Wet enough to take him on? Shit, did she have XXL condoms in her drawer?

  “Keep that up and I’ll come in your throat.”

  So?

  “I know you can make more money off of me.”

  Why did he have to go and say something like that? For once, Judith was enjoying the illusion that no money existed between them. So much for that. She slowly pulled off, turning her gasp into a smile as she straightened her back and brushed her breasts against his erection. You’re right. A blowjob until you come in my mouth is five grand. A titfuck until you come on me is a good $7500. So what do you want?

  Hopefully he wanted intercourse. Fucking her between the legs cost a man $15000, and Judith got a third of that after Monica and the Château took their cuts. Not that such cuts were on the books, mind, since that was illegal, but the honor system was strong around there. The madam made sure of that.

  Judith wanted to get paid and to get laid. She didn’t care if Miguel had a pencil dick or a flashlight sprouting from his pubic hair. Fifteen-grand was fucking fifteen-grand!

  “Let’s go to bed.” She touched his scratchy cheek. How easy it would be to get lost in his facial hair. Was he trying to grow it out? Or had he simply not shaved in two days and would get to it eventually? Judith ran her hand down his bare chest. There was some good hair there too. Miguel wasn’t hairy like some of the men who came through that door, but he had more than a decent amount. Judith liked it. “I have it on good authority that the owner of that bed likes big cock.”

  “She shouldn’t like it.” Miguel didn’t flinch as he stood up with Judith, his cock rigid and pointing directly at her. It looked even bigger from this angle. “She should love it, otherwise there’s no point.”

  Judith couldn’t argue with that. I am definitely earning my keep tonight.

  They made it halfway to the bed before Miguel grabbed her arm and pulled her into both of his.

  “Understand this, Judith.” The impact of his voice blasted through her. Okay, so, maybe you should fuck me? “I’m going to have my complete way with you tonight. I’ll be gentle when necessary. For the most part? I am here to fuck you, on my terms. Tell me to stop if you must. Otherwise, you are mine through the night, and I fully intend to get my money’s worth.”

  Her knees trembled. “Of course, sir,” she whispered, and not even on purpose. Sometimes a man could bring that out. “I’m not afraid.”

  A quick jolt of surprise overtook his face. It diminished soon after.

  “Didn’t say you were,” he muttered. “Get on the bed.”

  Judith stole a quick breath to psych herself up. Not that she often needed coaxing into bed, even by the worst of clients. She knew the difference between work and real sexual experience. Men paid her for her time, her services, and yes, her body. None of those were a big deal to her, as long as they weren’t a danger otherwise, but she also knew that there was a big difference between a man who ordered her around because it gave him a cheap thrill and one who did so because it was who he was.

  She felt that latter point now. Felt it so deep in her body that she automatically went to her bed before Miguel could tell her twice.

  “Well?” she said, draping herself across her large, luxurious bed. “I’m charging you a pretty penny for tonight, Mr. Bolivar. Every little thing you do to me. Every hour we spend together.” She made a kaching sound. “Right on your black AmEx.”

  He snorted, tearing his shirt open and kicking his trousers off. “You make it sound like it means anything to me. Just because I say I’m getting my money’s worth doesn’t mean I’m going to be angry. The money doesn’t mean anything to me.” He pushed her down. Crawled on top of her. Brought his nose so close to hers that she could hear every breath moving through his muscular body. “Making sure I enjoy myself after coming out all this way? That matters to me. Time is more valuable than money. I don’t spend my time like I spend my money.”

  He could. That was the important thing.

  “Fuck me,” Judith said. She meant it, too. “I don’t say that to just anyone… and not charge them for it.”

  Clients were funny things. The kind of man who came to the Château was usually looking for a full experience. The service. The seduction. The role-play. The kink. If they were regulars, it was because they felt comfortable here, or because they fancied a certain girl or two. Love rarely happened. Men thought they were in love, but that was their cocks talking, and the love quickly faded once they descended the mountain. Judith didn’t care about this. Her capacity to love was fairly skewed by now. It had to be, to do what she did.

  So far, Miguel did not fit the profile of the usual guy who came up here. He was rich and demanding, even in his subtle way, yes, but he hadn’t wanted Judith to do anything other than make herself sexually available to him. Why is he payi
ng for this? It’s not like he knew of me and had to have me. That had happened twice so far. If he wanted a quick and dirty lay, he could have gone to any hotel lounge and picked up a hottie for the night.

  She didn’t have much more time to think. Miguel intended to do more than have her tonight – he was going to consume her.

  Damn! Judith didn’t often get tossed around like this in bed. Not by someone who also made sure to ask if she was all right here and there. How sweet, if not slightly infuriating. Did he have to ruin the moment? If Judith was going to fuck a handsome chap like Miguel Bolivar, she at least wanted to throw herself into the moment. She didn’t even have to fantasize about someone else to get through it or to come in time – for few clients cared about ensuring her pleasure.

  Here this man was. Big, bold, and beautiful in the only way a man of his standing could be. He kissed her so ferociously that she whimpered against his mauling lips. He forced her legs apart, rubbing his fingers against her slit, her clit, dipping deep into her cunt and hissing how much he loved feeling how warm and wet it was. That made Judith clench. Her internal walls, that is.

  “Fuck,” Miguel moaned, and Judith half wished he would slip into another language. Instead, she got that thick, gorgeous accent that was becoming more prevalent the more they engaged in this scene. “You want it, do you? You want to take me on?”

  Even in her growing haze, Judith knew he meant taking on his thick and long cock. “Yes.” One hand went to her clit, rubbing it as he continued to drive two of his fingers inside of her. Just a little farther and you’ll hit my G-spot. Come on. I dare you. Judith moaned, the ceiling beginning to spin – and her eyes weren’t even open. “I’m not afraid of you.”