“Is this a test? I excel at tests.”
“Most men struggle to keep up, Mr. Yates.”
“I’m not most men.”
“Clearly, you’re not.” She released her female companion. “Today is the fifth anniversary of my divorce.”
“Congratulations. Marriage is overrated and so was your former husband. I imagine the yoga instructor faked far more orgasms than she actually achieved.”
“Why do you say that?”
“He cared about his ego, not passion. Makes for a dull bed partner. I don’t give a fuck about ego. I want your come dripping over my cheeks.”
Tommy’s hand dropped to Lorry’s shoulder, squeezing lightly. The older woman rested her palm over it. “You make many promises.”
“I’m happy to demonstrate my intention to keep them.”
“How old are you, Mr. Yates?”
“Thirty-four.”
“I’m a decade older…”
“Do you like to come?” He left his chair and bent, pulling her chair away from the table before kneeling at her feet. “Do you sigh when you feel so good you can’t be silent?”
Stroking his hand over her thigh through her dress, he held her gaze. “Are you confident your body is capable of feeling everything I wish to inspire?”
Lowering his head to her lap, he inhaled the scent of her. Feminine musk and a hint of citrus. “Do you enjoy having your pussy worshipped with lips and teeth and tongue? Having a cock fucking you that will not come until you have nothing left to give?”
His hands moved to her legs, beneath the dress, and glided over silk-covered skin. The rest of the dinner guests watched as he bodily scooted her forward in her chair and revealed tiny lace panties over her garters.
Working them off, he kissed his way over her bare skin above her stockings. Licking across the top of her mound, he groaned at his first taste of her.
Every woman was unique, a perfect blend of scent and flavor that identified them to a man who paid attention. He dragged his tongue through her cleft and whimpered to discovered she was already wet for him.
Against her pussy, he murmured, “Ambrosia.”
Slipping his hand between her thighs, he gently worked two fingers inside her, lifting one of her legs over the arm of the chair to give him better access.
He didn’t know if he ate her for ten minutes or an hour. Time meant nothing when he had a lover in his grasp.
Her hand settled on the back of his head and he let her show him the rhythm she enjoyed.
The moment she came for him, his heart wanted to explode from his chest. He licked her down and raised himself higher to gather her to him for a kiss.
“Taste the pleasure of a woman not defined by years.”
Chapter Five
Their first kiss was unlike anything he’d ever experienced and he took his time. Her sigh against his mouth made him pull back and hold her gaze. Without a word, he straightened her gown and returned to his seat.
He held her panties to his face and inhaled deeply before tucking them in the pocket of his jacket. “Now. Refresh my memory, Ms. Cavitch. What were we talking about?”
Up and down the table, erotic sounds could be heard as couples indulged in play beneath the table. Two women lowered their heads to their escort’s laps.
Gregory didn’t care about any of them.
She continued to watch him. “Take off your clothes.”
He stood immediately and slowly removed the expensive suit and accessories, folding them neatly and putting them in his seat. When he was naked, Tommy lowered to sit on the arm of Lorry’s chair.
“Loralee…”
“I know, pet. I know.” She patted Tommy’s hand and smiled at him. “You’re aware of your beauty, Mr. Yates.”
“A gift of genetics maintained with an active lifestyle.” He gestured down his body. “Nothing more or less.”
“Your cock is hard, almost purple. Your balls are tight. Do you wish to come?”
“I do not.”
“Why?”
“I haven’t earned my release. There’s more to be done.”
“You like to wait?”
“Does that surprise you?”
“I had you vetted more extensively than any man here.”
“Discover anything interesting?”
“Extremely satisfied lovers. Otherwise, something of an enigma. You surf every day if the weather allows and have expensive tastes. I was surprised to see you earn money faster than you spend it.”
“I take pride in that fact.” He grinned.
“Turn for me, Mr. Yates.” He did so, watching her face over his shoulder. “Boyish good looks, society manners, and a body meant to torture women.”
He faced her again with a small bow and she held his gaze with intensity. “I feel I should warn you Tommy and myself are not the only women you’ll fuck tonight, Mr. Yates.”
“Does it bother you?”
“It never has before but…yes.”
He bent over her, bracing his hand on the back of her chair. “Tour your stable. Sate yourself with runner ups. Shower, rest, recover. I was told on the second night, I call the shots. Is that correct?”
“Yes.” Her voice trembled.
“Tomorrow, the only woman I touch will be you. No other man will put his hands on you. If I cannot inspire the same level of satisfaction you receive tonight, I’ll leave your home and expect never to receive another invitation.”
“You gamble?”
“I play to win, Ms. Cavitch.” He straightened. “Where shall I begin? I assume this is your version of an interview.”
Panting softly, she reached up to stroke Tommy’s cheek. “Take off your clothes, pet. Let him see all of you.” She did so with shaking hands. When she was naked, her boss murmured, “Kneel here in front of me.”
Going to her knees, she tugged down the bodice of Loralee’s gown and took a nipple between her lips.
“Yes.” For a moment, she rested her head on the back of her chair. Then her gaze focused on Gregory. “Fuck the best lover I’ve ever had. Show me why I should allow your cock in my body.”
He knelt, pushing Tommy’s knees wider. She braced for him but he didn’t give her what she expected.
Slipping his hand between her thighs, he circled his fingers over her clit. With his other hand, he stroked the front of her body, playing with her nipples.
She gave him the first moan when he pinched the furled tip.
Keeping his eyes on Loralee, he said, “I love fingering a woman. Making sensitive flesh wet and slippery. There’s nothing I enjoy more than a dripping pussy. I want to be sure you’re soaked for me before I thrust my cock inside you.”
Bending, he said at Tommy’s ear, “Feast on her. Please her while I please you. Don’t come until she does.”
“Don’t you want to know when you’re allowed to come, Mr. Yates?”
“I don’t plan to come until tomorrow.” Both women made sounds of surprise. “You have a lovely unit of pleasure between the two of you. Once I’ve shown you why I’d make an excellent addition, you can choose to give me permission.”
“Mr. Yates…”
Bending over Tommy’s back, he stroked his fingertips over Loralee’s cheek. “You think I’m full of shit. I’ll prove you wrong.” He trailed over the skin of her neck to the skin between her breasts. “How stunning your skin will be painted with my come.” His eyes flicked to hers. “Worth the wait.”
Tommy pressed back into his body. “Fuck me…”
Gently stroking through her folds, he asked softly, “Are you sure you’re ready? I’m not sure.”
“Fuck me!”
“Lick her slow. Match my rhythm.”
Chapter Six
Over the following six hours, Gregory fucked seven women and one man. He allowed a man to fuck him as he ate the pussy of a politician’s wife he pretended not to recognize.
By the time a small bell rang, he was covered in sweat and come, his skin sl
ick, his muscles sore. His cock was purple with the need to come but he didn’t care.
Glancing across the ballroom decked out in various beds and sex furniture, he met the eyes of Loralee Cavitch. She was sprawled on a massive bed with Tommy at her side.
Naked and as disheveled as he was, their eyes remained on him. Men and women gradually made their way to their rooms, some requiring assistance.
He waited until the three of them were all who remained other than the security and service staff.
“How do you feel, Ms. Cavitch?” He walked to her, grasping his hands behind his back.
“Strangely…unsatisfied,” she admitted softly. Gesturing at his cock, she added, “I’ve never known of a man with such control, Mr. Yates.”
He smiled. “I meditate.” Bowing to them, he turned for the door. “I’ll see you in a few hours. Remember my promise.”
The women who prepared him before dinner were waiting in his room. “A shower, a massage, and another shower. How does that sound?”
“Divine. Don’t touch my cock.”
“You have the house all atwitter, Mr. Yates.” The younger of the women chuckled. “The other boys are so mad at you.”
“They’ll survive. Help me. My lower back is completely locked up.”
The pair worked their magic on him and he fell into a deep sleep as they pulled the blankets over his body.
* * *
Sunlight filled the room when he opened his eyes. Loralee sat in a chair on the other side of the bed.
“Good morning, Gregory.”
“Hello.”
“Take care of your morning routine. I’ll wait.”
He crawled from the bed and handled the necessities. When he returned to the room, his massage team was setting up.
“Let them help you while we talk. You hurt your back. You shouldn’t have picked her up.”
“She wanted it. I’ll be fine.” He stretched out on the table and groaned as they focused on the problem area.
“That you managed it has her positively giddy, Gregory. In fact, I’d say you’re the talk of the house this morning. Your fellow guests are not as chipper. There are a couple of promising possibilities but most won’t be returning.”
“Hmm.”
“The bidding for you is furious. Exclusivity is a rare commodity and the powerful women in this house are willing to go to great lengths to secure it with a man like you.”
“No.”
“What do you mean?”
“I told you my terms.”
“Tell me again.”
He lifted himself to his elbows and stared at her. “I don’t need money. You know where I live. You know what I drive. I’m sure you know to the penny what I’m worth. I’m not here for that.”
The silence drew out between them. “How can you be sure what you’re here for, Gregory?”
Chapter Seven
“The moment I saw you, I knew you were different. The instant I tasted you, I wanted to make you a regular part of my diet.” He sat up and dropped to the floor.
Walking to her, he lowered carefully to his knees in front of her chair. “It was when I kissed you I understood what I’m doing here. I did as you asked and will continue to obey. I sampled your members. I performed for you. I watched you take the cocks of four others without jealousy.”
He lifted her hands and placed them on his face. “I’m not here to be bid upon like a prized stallion. What I offer is not for sale. It’s yours without cost.”
“There’s always a cost, Gregory.”
“That’s a lie you tell yourself to heal wounds your piece of shit husband left on you, how he made you feel.” He moved her hands to his chest and felt the way she trembled. “Something you pay for isn’t real.”
Gliding her hands over his abs, he wrapped them around his aching cock. He grunted at the contact.
“If I asked you to come for me now, would you do it?”
“Yes.”
“You wish to wait.”
“Yes.”
“You want to paint me with your come.”
“After I’ve pleased you.”
“You’ve already pleased me, Gregory.”
His heart slammed against his chest, his breaths panted between his lips. “Not enough.”
“Stand up.” He got to his feet and waited. “Right now, you’re in pain. I dislike it. I need you focused on pleasure. A man in pain doesn’t think rationally.”
Leaning forward, she sucked the head of his cock. He dropped his head back on his shoulders with a low groan.
“When the sun goes down, you’ll be in control. Until then, I’m your master. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” The word was strangled.
“As your master, I want you to pump your seed down my throat. I wish to carry it in my belly as we greet the others. To know I have something none of them could get from you, no matter their methods.”
Lowering his head, he stared into her smoky gray eyes. “It would please you?”
“More than I can explain.” She gestured to the two women and they appeared on either side of him. “They’ll touch you while I suck your cock.”
She returned to sucking him as one of the women knelt beside him and encouraged him to spread his legs. He stared into Loralee’s eyes as she took him deep.
A slick finger pressed into his ass, pushing deep and stroking over the gland that made his eyes roll back in his head. Her other hand rubbed his low belly.
The second woman massaged his skin, pinching and rolling his nipples. She planted light kisses along his upper back.
They were careful not to move into his line of sight.
Lifting his hands, he cupped Loralee’s skull, stroking his fingers through her silken hair.
“I don’t deserve this.”
She released him long enough to say, “Perhaps not…but I do.
Pleasure swamped him as six hands moved over his body, pulling pleasure from him as his cock continually disappeared between Loralee’s lips.
He maintained eye contact as his hips instinctively worked with her sucking rhythm. She took him deeper, her eyes watering.
The finger in his ass became two and the thrusts gained force.
“In all my life, with countless lovers, I’ve never wanted to come as badly as I do right now.”
Her hand moved from his balls to unbutton her silk blouse. Unsnapping the expensive lace bra, she freed her breasts.
She encouraged him to take control as she cupped the globes in her palms and stopped moving on him.
His fingers tightened in her hair as he fucked her mouth. The woman pushing in and out of his ass matched his rhythm and he thought the top of his skull would blow off at the pleasure.
Raising one leg, he rested his foot on the arm of the chair. It opened his ass for deeper penetration and gave the other women better access to his balls and the root of his cock.
Loralee relaxed against the back of the chair and unbuttoned her slacks, moving her hand inside. She moaned as her fingers found her clit.
“You already know me so well. All three of you have to come before I’ll give you my seed.” He smiled tightly. “Otherwise, we’ll be here all fucking day.”
“Holy shit,” one of the women murmured at his side.
“Take care of each other. You can multi-task.”
Ten minutes passed and the only sounds were the moans of the two women fingering each other while they drove slick fingers into his ass.
Loralee breathed rapidly as he shuttled between her lips. Her hand moved faster under her clothes and her nipples tightened even more as a pink flush spread over her chest.
“That’s it. Your pleasure for mine.”
The thrusts in his ass stuttered to a stop as one of his massage therapists came with a long wail. Moments later, her partner followed suit.
He smiled at Loralee.
The pair stood and braced him between them. The strokes in his ass increased in strength and speed.
They fucked him brutally, his balls gripped in a tight fist, his nipples twisted to the edge of pain. Gregory struggled against the multiple sensations and erotic input.
“I won’t, Loralee. Come for me.”
Frantically, she shoved her slacks and panties lower on her hips and showed him how wet she was. She whimpered in need.
“I’ll drink every drop. Every drop.” Then she was coming and his entire body felt a sense of pure victory. “Christ, yes!”
He let go of the control that felt like an iron band around his balls and gasped as she swallowed around the head after the first spurt at the back of her throat.
She slurped around his length, desperate to take all of him. Moaning, she leaned forward to take him deeper as he softened slightly.
The orgasm lasted longer than any in his history and when the woman fucking his ass pressed the gland there roughly, he came again with a groan.
Jaw clenched against the powerful release, he rode it out, watching Loralee suck until he had nothing left.
He pulled from her mouth and dropped to his knees, burying his face between her legs. Roughly pulling her clothes away, he held her knees in the crooks of his arms and feasted uncontrollably on her slick pussy.
Twice more, she came for him as the other women disrobed on the floor beside him and got serious about pleasuring each other.
As her third orgasm faded away, Gregory lifted his face and jerked her into his arms. She raked her fingertips through the slickness that covered his mouth, jaw, and dripped down his neck.
He kissed her aggressively, with an edge of violence, and she clawed at his bare back.
Exhaling roughly, he pulled back to stare into her eyes. “Let them clean us and we can talk.”
“First, you need to tip. They were devoted to your pleasure. Fuck them, Gregory.”
While she watched, he threw the team on his bed and attempted to pound them through the mattress. He didn’t come for them but he made sure they received what they deserved.
Shaking, out of breath, they took their pleasure before caring again for their charges. Wiping them down, they delivered massages before leading them to the massive spa shower for the deep clean Gregory could become addicted to.
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