by Amy Brent
“Fuck… that’s… fuck…” I said, trying to keep the cum in check. I let her blow me for a minute, then decided I had to take control or it would be a very brief encounter. I reached for her and she reluctantly let my cock pop out of her mouth. I pulled her to her feet and pushed her toward the bedroom. “Come on... it’s my turn now.”
Chapter 12: Amy
Isaac pulled me to my feet and pushed me toward the bedroom. I licked his warm juices from my lips and giggled as he tried walking with his pants around his ankles and his long cock bobbing up and down. He laughed back and took a moment to kick off his boots and pants and socks. He ripped his shirt open and threw it to the floor.
And there he stood, Isaac Hanson, the billionaire of my dreams with the monster cock and killer smile, all lean muscle and hard intentions.
I kicked off the stilettos and unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor. I kept the mask on. I wasn’t quite ready to reveal my true self to him. Not yet. When Isaac saw that I was naked under the dress, he gave me a devilish growl of approval and started toward me.
“Get in the bedroom,” he said, nodding down the hallway behind me. “On the bed. Spread eagle. I want to taste your hot pussy before I shove my cock into it.”
“Such a dirty boy,” I said, back-peddling, crooking my fingers as if I were reeling him in. “Come put your money where your mouth is… Or your mouth where my money is… Whatever…”
Drunk or not, I could barely believe I was saying the words.
So… unlike me.
So… daring.
So… slutty…
I didn’t care. My cunt was on fire I was so horny. I couldn’t ever remember being so freakin’ horny. Ever! Even when I was slutting my way through college. My nipples were like hard, red thimbles on my tits and my cunt was dripping with hot juices for Isaac to taste. I could literally feel a stream inching down the inside of my right thigh. I wanted Isaac inside me so bad my body ached. I wanted him to shove his huge cock inside my tight box as far as it would go. I wanted him to fuck me so hard it made my teeth rattle.
Damn.
Go me…
The bedroom was large and airy, dark except for a lamp on one of the nightstands. The bed was king-sized and tall. I sat with my cunt on the edge and lay back with my hands on my tits, watching Isaac lick his lips as he fell to his knees and lowered his mouth to my pussy.
“Oooooh...” I jumped when his tongue rolled over my clit. It had been so long since a man was down there, a man with long fingers holding back my labia so his thick tongue could probe deeply into my hole. Isaac’s tongue was like a stubby cock as he drilled it in and out of me. His fingertips rubbed my clit up and down while his thumbs held open the lips so his mouth could French my twat. It took less than a minute to feel another orgasm shuddering through me. My toes curled tightly and I lifted my ass off the bed, pressing my gushing pussy to his lips. I squirted a bit, making Isaac hum with pleasure. He waited until the orgasm was over, then cleaned me off with his tongue and smacked his lips.
“You taste amazing,” he said, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm as he moved to center his cock to my hole.
“Let me taste,” I said, leaning up so he could press his lips to mine. Salty. Pungent. Like a forbidden spice. The taste of my pussy on his lips made me moan. “Mmmm…”
“I want to fuck you,” he said, bracing his hands on the bed at my sides.
“Nothing’s stopping you.” I reached down and took him in my hand and pumped him until he was set, the head pressing against my hole, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. I held my breath as he pushed his way inside. I could feel him inching into my pussy. I was stretching around the girth of his shaft. His cock filled every spare inch of my pussy. He pushed in slowly until he felt my inner wall, then withdrew his cock slowly, then slid it back in again. Every tiny movement sent sharp bolts of sexual lightning coursing through my body.
“Oh… that’s… amazing…” I moaned, feeling him in every cell of my body. I was on fire, sweating, panting, my big tits heaving on my chest. I squeezed my nipples until they hurt and arched my ass to give him a deeper angle.
“Your pussy is… so fucking tight,” he said, the words tumbling out over gasps of breath. “I can feel you… squeezing my cock… fucking… incredible…”
I smiled and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to tell him my pussy was tight because it had been barely used in recent years. I couldn’t have said anything anyway. The orgasm that was building from deep inside me was taking my breath away. All I could do was grunt like an animal each time Isaac hammered his cock into me.
“Fuck… baby… I’m gonna… cumming…”
I watched his face as he prepared to cum. His eyes were tightly shut. His luscious lips pulled back from his teeth. His blond hair bounced off his forehead. Every muscle across his shoulders and chest plumped and veined as he shot his hot load deep inside me.
“Fuck… I’m… cumming… too…” I screamed. I dug my new, fake fingernails into his sides and pulled him in and out. My body shuddered like an earthquake as I came at the same moment he did.
We thrashed and snorted and cussed and screamed and then, when he had fully emptied himself inside me and I had bubbled the last of my juices around his cock, we gazed into each other’s eyes and began to laugh.
I wished that moment could last forever, but I knew better.
Nothing lasts forever.
Not even something as amazing at this.
The truth would come with the light of day.
Isaac had no idea he’d just fucked the stone-cold, bitch Amy Rossetti, the woman he’d left standing alone on that stage a few days ago.
As I gazed at his handsome face from behind the mask, all warm and glowing and happy with what we’d just done, I wondered if perhaps my true identity shouldn’t remain a mystery for both our sakes.
Slowly, Amanda Ross started to fade away.
And Amy Rossetti slowly returned.
Chapter 13: Isaac
When it was over, Amanda gave me a long kiss and said she had to pee. I nodded toward the bathroom and climbed into bed to await her return. I yawned as I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was almost 2:30 AM. I had been up since 6 AM the previous day. I hadn’t eaten much and I’d drank more than I should have and had just expended my energy having marathon sex with the most amazing woman I had ever met.
I didn’t know why I thought she was so amazing.
I just did.
She made me feel things…
She made me feel…
Maybe that was it.
She made me feel.
Period.
It was an oddly satisfying feeling, like a warm hug from someone you loved. Or could love, given the chance.
Sadly, the feeling wasn’t enough to keep me awake.
I fell into a happy, drunken sleep.
I didn’t recall Amanda ever coming to bed.
When I pried open my eyes the next morning she was gone.
Her side of the bed had not been slept in.
All that remained was the mask she left behind on what should have been her pillow and the sinking feeling that I had just met and lost the love of my life.
Chapter 14: Amy
I could not believe what I had just done. I had basically come to a high-end whorehouse, picked up a billionaire in the bar, let him finger-fuck me till I came in the elevator—while a bunch of security guards watched on video—sucked his cock in the foyer of his suite, and let him fuck me until I came so hard it rattled my teeth.
Now, here I was, sitting on his fancy bidet with water shooting up my ass and tears of regret streaming down my cheeks and the evidence of our sex gushing out of me and sluicing down the drain. Even as I finished the job of de-sexing my cooch with a warm cloth, I could not wrap my head around what I’d done.
I mean, what the fuck was I thinking…
Maybe that was my excuse.
Maybe I wasn’t thinking at all.<
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Maybe I had simply drunk too much champagne and gotten caught up in the moment.
That had to be it.
Because this was not me.
I didn’t do this kind of shit.
Not anymore.
Goddammit.
It was all Serena’s fault.
I should have never let her drag me here.
Now, I had to escape before anyone knew I was there.
* * *
I stood in the dark with the bathroom door cracked until I heard Isaac start to snore. I quietly slipped out of the bathroom and paused at the foot of the bed for a moment. Isaac was sleeping like a beautiful baby bathed in the moonlight coming through a set of French doors that led to a balcony. He was on his back with one arm over his eyes. His chest slowly rose and fell. His long cock was draped across his right thigh. It moved a little when he breathed.
For a moment, I thought about crawling into bed with him so I could wake up in his arms with his cock inside me. Then reality set in and the feeling that I’d just fucked up everything I’d worked so hard for came back in full force. I left the mask on the pillow and tiptoed from the room.
I put on my dress in the foyer, picked up my shoes, and let myself out. I went back to Serena’s room, changed into a pair of sweats and tennis shoes, pulled my hair into a ponytail, packed my bag, and asked one of the guards to find Mr. Lemon for me. I told him I had an emergency and needed to leave. He took me to Lemon’s office and told me to stay there while he found his boss.
The party was still going strong in the main room, the loud music filtering all the way down the hallway outside the door. I worried for a moment that Serena might show up and try to convince me to stay. I was not going to stay. No fucking way. Not after what I had done. I would climb the security fence and hitchhike back to the city if I had to. I was about to get up and leave when the guard came back with Lemon in tow.
“My dear, is everything all right?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he hurried into his office where I sat nervously waiting. He sat behind the desk and let his eyes go around my face as if he were looking for signs of abuse. “Has someone done something to you?”
“No, nothing like that,” I said quickly. “I have a family emergency and have to get back to the city at once.”
His eyes narrowed. “A family emergency?
“Yes.”
“At…” He glanced at the gold Rolex on his left wrist. “3:25 AM?”
“Yes.”
“I see.” He gave me a slow nod without taking his eyes off mine. “Did you receive a call somehow?”
I blinked at him. “A call? Um…” I had completely forgotten that my cellphone had been taken when I arrived. Cellphones were not allowed at Club D. My bag was also thoroughly searched for tablets, laptops, cameras, recorders, and other electronics that might be used document my stay.
As I tried to think of something intelligent to say, Lemon held up one finger, then took a set of keys from his pocket, and leaned down to unlock the lower desk drawer. He rummaged through the drawer for a moment, then brought out my cellphone. There was a white tag stuck to the back of the phone that had my name neatly printed on it. He set the phone on the desk and slid it toward me. I picked up the phone and slipped it into my bag.
He got up and came around the desk with his hand extended toward the doorway. “If you’ll just follow me.”
I followed him down a long hallway and out the back door to the courtyard. He waved over one of the security guards, then led me to a black SUV and opened a rear door so I could climb into the back.
Before he shut the door, Lemon leaned in to give me a stern look. “Please remember the agreement you signed, Miss Rossetti,” he said. “Privacy is our utmost concern and we will not hesitate to enforce the terms of the agreement.”
“That goes both ways, Mr. Lemon,” I shot back, once again in full control of my faculties. Regret and shame had dissipated the alcohol in my system. “No one should ever know I was here, do you understand? No one. Not the employees, not the members, not even the owners. You break my trust and I’ll break your balls. I’ll plaster this fucking place on the five o’clock news so fast your head will spin. And at that point, you can shove your NDA up your ass because my lawyers will be having you for lunch. Am I clear? Mister Lemon?”
“As clear as Waterford Crystal, Miss,” he said calmly. He stuck out his hand for me to shake. “You keep our secret and I’ll keep yours.”
“Agreed.” I shook his hand, feeling a little like I’d just made a deal with the Devil.
“Agreed,” he said with a nod. “Have a good trip home, Miss.”
He gently closed the door and disappeared into the night, leaving me to wonder how trustworthy—and how loyal— Mr. Lemon really was.
* * *
It was nearly dawn by the time I got home.
I locked myself in my apartment, stripped off my clothes, and fell into bed, exhausted and more than a little disgusted with myself.
I prayed that when I awoke, Amanda Ross would be a distant memory and Amy Rossetti would be back to reality.
And she would never gaze into Isaac Hanson’s gorgeous eyes again.
If I hadn’t been so tired, I would have cried myself to sleep.
Chapter 15: Isaac
I wasn’t terribly surprised that I woke up alone. Amanda Ross wasn’t the first woman to use and abuse me and leave me alone to snore in my own juices. I just figured that she had woken up early and made her way back to her own room to get some rest after our workout. Still, it would have been nice to wake up with my arms around her waist and my nose in her hair and my hard cock sliding between her lovely ass cheeks. Oh well, at least she left her mask on the pillow, something to remember her by until I could go find her for real.
I was surprised, however, when I couldn’t find her anywhere on the grounds. She was not in the dining hall having breakfast or in the meeting rooms using the monitored internet or house phones. She wasn’t at the pool or the spa or on the tennis courts. I tried to remember who she was a guest of, but couldn’t remember her mentioning a name. After an hour of searching, I found Monte, the man who knew all, sitting at his desk sipping coffee from a white mug with the Club D logo on the side.
“Morning,” he said cheerfully when he saw me at the door. I knew that Monte probably hadn’t slept a wink, but you’d never know it to look at him. He looked fresh as a daisy in his tennis whites. “Need something?”
“Yeah, I’m trying to locate a guest,” I said, leaning against the door frame. “She said she was here with one of our employees last night.”
“A female guest?” Monte said, his tanned forehead cutting into a frown. “We don’t get too many female visitors.”
I smiled and sat down across from him. “That’s why it will be easy for you to tell me who she was and where she went. I’ve looked everywhere and can’t find her, so I need to know who she was a guest of.”
Monte blinked at me for a moment, as if he were choosing his words carefully. “I’m not aware that we had a female guest last night, Isaac,” he said, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest, giving me the eye like he thought I might be drunk. “We had several new girls start last night. Maybe she was one of them?”
“Nope, she was not an employee,” I said, head shaking. “She said she was a guest of one of the girls.”
“Which girl?”
“I can’t remember.”
“Maybe you just thought she was a guest.” He gave me a scolding smile. “You were putting them down pretty good at the bar last night.”
“I wasn’t that drunk,” I said. I leaned in toward the desk and lowered my voice. “Monte, what aren’t you telling me?”
I’d never seen Monte look defensive before. Maybe because he’d never lied to me before. “I’m not not telling you anything,” he said. “There were no female guests here last night. Trust me, I’d know if there was.”
“Monte, who was she?”
He held out his hands like he had nothing to hide. “Isaac, honestly, I have no idea what or who you’re talking about. We had no female guests last night.” He turned his chair toward the computer sitting on a stand beside his desk. “If it makes you feel any better, I can pull up the roster of everyone who was on the property last night. Did you get her name?”
“Yes, of course,” I snorted. “Uh… Amanda…”
“Amanda what?”
“Ross. Amanda Ross. Black hair. Blue eyes. Great tits. Nice ass.”
“I don’t need a description,” he said with a smile.
I held my breath as I watched his long fingers dance across the keys. I got the feeling that something odd was going on, like a joke was being played on me. But that couldn’t be the case. Monte Lemon did not play jokes.
He shook his head at the computer screen. “Nope. There was no Amanda Ross here last night. No one named Amanda or Ross, at all. Employee, guest, or otherwise.”
“You’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”
“Monte, I did not imagine her,” I said.
“Maybe not, kid,” he said, picking up his coffee cup and cradling it between his hands. “But I’m telling you there were no females guests here last night. And no one named Amanda Ross.”