Hunted by Billionaires Box Set

by Ryan Ramsay

  She was an invited guest that night. She walked in casually, gracefully, but powerfully. Mia had a way with making everything seem like it was hers. And in a way, it all did. Christy let me know the whole story. It was mind-blowing stuff.

  Christy left the dining room and went to have a chat with Damien. I think she was having sex with him. I was thinking out loud at the time and Mia smiled at my naivety. She spoke in a somewhat calm and seemingly calculated tone, telling me that everything was alright, and that she could make such dreams come true for anyone, even for me.

  We went quiet for some time, sipping our drinks. I asked a question which seems silly right now. But I had to know.

  “Why?”

  She smiled and ran her tongue along her left cheek. She told me she wanted to explore the depths of love that society deemed wrong. Who says that marriage has to be between one man and one woman?

  Who made it that way?

  If we removed all the societal factors that make a couple, a couple, then what is left? Is it undiluted animal lust? Is it the unquenchable thirst for passionate sex? Is it a boring suburban lifestyle that plans on being held behind a white picket fence, a three bedroomed bungalow and a yard with a dog named Sparky?

  No, she said.

  It’s all about finding yourself in another. Making love with a man who will spare no expense to give you his all.

  And that is why she helps Mia do these treasure hunts for billionaires. They have nothing more to derive pleasure from. All they have besides their money is distrust and a lot of enemies.

  Just this once, she wanted to provide a service that would connect them to the loves of their lives without a single hint of the type of life they were used to.

  Love coming out from secrecy. Love behind closed curtains. Love unbound.

  And for you, she added, addressing me, if you want to do one of Mia’s treasure hunts, you will find yourself in ways you thought sinful and disdainful, only to come out the other side brighter and see yourself more clearly.

  And now that I’m in Chad’s arms – or, more precisely, now that my legs are wrapped around Chad’s head as he eats my pussy – I see that she was exactly right.

  I don’t know why anyone would ever call this “sinning” when it feels so pure and good. I’m glad I listened to her and opened myself up to experiencing love.

  My legs start trembling where Chad’s tongue ends.

  I rest my ankles by the edge of his shoulders.

  I exhale.

  Inhale.

  Exhale.

  Inhale.

  My body feels lumpy and aloof. I feel dry and so full along my throat. Under my skin, whatever pinch and pull of flesh that rests there, it tingles. He breathes into my pussy, his hard fingers clutching at my ass, exposing it to himself.

  I feel naked.

  I feel vulnerable.

  I feel good.

  “You liked that?” he asks, muffled into me.

  I laugh as I sigh and whisper. He seems not to have heard me. I pull his head back into my pussy and… God.

  I’ve never said that word to myself before.

  Pussy.

  I like it.

  I pull him into my pussy and twirl his hair between my fingers, signaling for him to never stop. I don’t want him to.

  He gets the message. Soon, his tongue’s back in. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  A loud banging noise across the room stops us both; him from devouring me whole, and I from screaming profanities I never thought I could say.

  Richard stands squarely in front of the bed, clearly furious.

  “When Matt said to keep her company, I don’t think he meant this closely, dude,” he fumes.

  Walking towards us, he looks upset, his cheeks reddening.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he asks Chad. “She’s not your prize.”

  “You don’t have to be mean about it,” says Chad, from underneath a sliver of my torn fabric. “Why don’t you come join me?”

  “What?” I ask, least enthused, most surprised.

  Both of them going down on me?

  Impossible.

  It is, isn’t it?

  Richard watches his friend and seems to consider him. He glides towards us, drops to his knees and slaps his comrade on the back. Then, he turns to me. Green eyes. I back at him and try my best to smile without making it awkward.

  “It will cost more,” Mia whispers from all around.

  Richard looks at Chad, confused. He is received by a nod and a tilt of the head. Their faces disappear between my legs even before I can protest.

  “Fuck!” I scream out loud.

  And it feels great to finally say it.

  All my life I’ve thought it sinful to give in to the pleasures of the world. I thought sexual sins terrible and unforgiving, fit for a lifetime of penance. This is what Christy meant. This is what it feels like to finally be free, to have two tongues deeply embedded in me, swirling, turning and flicking each other at my cunt’s… oh, God.

  That word tingles. Pussy was one thing but the word cunt is something altogether different. My cunt drips. It has never dripped before. And I only wish I knew before.

  I wish I knew how good giving into temptation – no, giving in to life and all its many possibilities – would be. My days of being a good girl are gone; I’m sure of it already.

  I am done being the one sticking to the rules while everyone else has fun.

  How deep is Richard’s tongue in my pussy? Or is it Chad’s tongue? I can’t keep track anymore. One is longer than the other. One digs deeper than the other. They meet in between and kiss my clit at the same time.

  One moans. The other moans in tandem. I almost kissed a boy. No. A boy almost kissed me back in grade school. I denied him because I wanted to be a good little girl.

  Now I get two tongues down my pussy and, turning to the side, I can tell from the bulge in their pants that they’re eager to do even more with me. To me.

  Oh, God. Is this it? Is that what it feels like? Is that…

  “Oh my fuck, I think I’m cumming!” I call out.

  “Fuck yeah,” Chad and Richard both say at the same time.

  The world mutes. A blinking buzz runs across my nose and up my ears.

  Then there’s silence, except for the heavy sound of my breath. My chest constricts. My legs charge together and my ass arches up.

  My body…my body crashes into itself as the feeling of intense destruction overwhelms me. In a space of a thought, I think that sums up my orgasm.

  Orgasm. I could get used to that word.

  I peel my eyes open to see what’s ahead, breathing hard through my mouth, sweating thin and fast. The men between my legs are smiling, each dripping from nose to chin in cunt juice.

  Cunt juice.

  I still can’t believe I’m even thinking these words.

  I reach down and spread my fingers across my now hot pussy. It’s so wet. I bring my fingers up just to see what it smells like. I end up tasting them. It tastes like it smells, salty and sweet.

  “Time to return the favor, love,” says Chad, as he gets up from his knees, unbuckling his belt.

  “Exactly, baby girl,” says Richard, gruffly.

  He grabs me by my waist and flips me in such a way that I’m seated upright, very close to the edge of the bed. My mind fobs around before I realize what they want me to do.

  “I’ve never done it before,” I exclaim timidly, as Richard unzips his trousers.

  Chad pulls his boxers down, revealing what I could only dream about as a young teenage girl. His cock is more than eight inches long, I swear, and as wide as half my fist.

  I know this because he asks for my hand. I give it to him. Gently, he places me upon his flaccid but growing penis. Richard watches and smirks.

  “Don’t worry, baby girl. I get the feeling you’ll be a fast learner.”

  He grabs me by my head and slowly eases my open lips onto Chad’s penis. I feel my heart, and his member, throb on the t
ip of my tongue. Its tip is salty, almost sweet and mysterious.

  “Good. Just take it slow. Pucker your lips like that. Good girl. Then take him in and out. Just like that, baby girl. How you feeling, pal?” Richard asks Chad.

  Chad sighs and nods.

  “There we go. See?” Richard asks. “He’s enjoying it already. Now flip your tongue under his cock and twist around it.”

  I oblige him.

  I must be doing it right, because Chad moans.

  “Good girl,” Richard says. “Now grab onto the end of his shaft.”

  I do.

  “Now twist it gently in circular motions while sucking him up and down. Make it rhyme.” I try. “Fast learner, I see. Now suck him up and down, twisting him as you go, and slobbering all over his fat cock. Go on. Make him love you. Just like that. There you are, little one. Wow, you can take him all the way in? That must feel amazing for you, yeah?”

  I moan out my agreement. The huge cock in my mouth makes it impossible for me to talk.

  Chad winces and grabs the locks on my head. I love watching him squeal. He’s like my little pet project.

  Richard smiles and unzips his pants, letting his cock out.

  Cock.

  Another word I just love to think out loud. Richard’s is just as long as Chad’s but fatter.

  He strokes it close to my face, watching Chad’s cock go in and out of my wet mouth, slobbered and veiny.

  I wonder… can I?

  Gently, almost gingerly, I take my hand from my lap and meet it with Richard’s shaft.

  I stroke it.

  He smiles and shuts his eyes. Then, just for fun, I take Chad’s cock out of my mouth and plaster Richard’s right in its place.

  Fuck, it’s tasty.

  Richard mouths something out and joins Chad in caressing my hair. I twist and turn my closed fist around Chad’s, not forgetting his pleasure. Both men are under my whim. And I’m under both of theirs.

  Chapter 6

  Matt

  Finally, I see it.

  The bracelet, sparkling gold and spritzing of diamond hues, hides underneath a panel bathed in white and black, seeming very far from where I started, although maybe I have wound my way back towards that point without realizing it. The maze is intricate, I’ll give them that.

  I’ve walked over the same space for thirty or so minutes. I would say close to an hour. And in all that time I’ve been alone.

  It’s nothing new. I like the competition. I know my friends envy me at some point, hence their blatant ignorance of my presence at any given time. No matter. I get the girl in this story.

  “Congratulations, Matthew,” a voice booms out. “You are the first to find the bracelet. You have the right to your winnings. Please follow the light to receive your prize.”

  Creepy and seductive. I think I like that Mia girl.

  The panels all around me shift from white to pink, then to shady black. I feel my chest close up at the intense claustrophobic surroundings. I steel myself and look around. The cool air brushes past my nostrils, and by instinct I follow the draft.

  At the bottom skirting of the wall to my right, an elongated string, gold in color and bright by definition, brightens the path. I suppose that’s my carrot. It leads me to a great and heavy oak door. I can tell by the smell.

  There’s an etching in the wood, almost… almost similar in size to the metal’s curvature. I place it inside. It’s a perfect fit.

  I feel humming. I hear buzzing. The wood opens apart. The door gives way. I step forward.

  Bump!

  Glass. It’s glass. It almost feels like I’m on the receiving end of a one-way mirror.

  I squint at the natural lighting from a fire below. Three beings are tightly bound together, about ten feet beneath me. Between two men is a woman.

  Is she… Amy? Chad? Dick?

  What’s going on?

  I suddenly see that their dicks are out! Her hands are twisting around them!

  What the fuck?

  Dick, I get. He’s the village asshole. And I suppose I shouldn’t feel surprised about Chad, even though I thought he’d have the decency to follow the rules of a game.

  Other than for the confines of this treasure hunt, his actions make sense. Even growing up in college with Chad as my closest friend and roommate, I felt left out.

  This is no exception. He always finds a way to put himself ahead of our friendship.

  Mary Walters.

  Moira Angelino.

  Sylvia O’Connell.

  All of the girls I dated in the past, he took from me. He thought it a joke, more of a bond between us. I would get them to our room but he would get sloppy seconds. Until I realized that he would go after them, after my date, and fuck them three ways to Sunday.

  A door pops open to the side of the oak door. A set of stairs burning red light up.

  I turn to them, then back through the mirror and watch as Chad and Dick moan. Amy’s lips are already red. My prize. My virgin.

  I grab the bracelet from the etching, put it over my wrist and run down the stairs, ready to confront them.

  And all I can think of right now, watching them before me, eyes shut, straddling her hair between their fingers, her sucking and throttling her tongue, her wet and dripping lips, her naked breasts hanging and swinging about, slapping their thighs, her moaning sounds emanating from deep inside her throat… all of this passion before a watching fire that dances and skates in silky motions, all this makes me hard.

  I wasn’t expecting that. I thought I was too jealous and mad to get hard.

  I clear my throat.

  She stops.

  They open their eyes.

  I exhale.

  “Don’t you dare move,” I say.

  I get her on the floor, legs apart. They kneel beside us. I strip down and get beneath her. They wait as I spit on my hand and smother my cock with lather.

  “I get to take your virginity,” I tell her.

  “I know,” she says, sounding as if she’s looking forward to it.

  I almost feel like thumping my chest to demonstrate that I’m the winner and this is my prize. Yes, they sampled her first but I get the real deal. And I’m ready to pop her cherry, now.

  I poise myself at her hole, warm and wet, dripping. I don’t wait.

  Easing into her makes all my thoughts go numb and tight. The other men watch as I push it ever more slightly in, and her breath quickens as I enter her more.

  “Umph,” she cries out.

  “Are you okay?” I ask her, concerned.

  “Yes,” she says.

  “Soon it’ll feel good,” I assure her, reaching down to play with her clit.

  The other guys play with her nipples and she reaches out and take their cocks in her hand.

  She nods bravely, and says, “Okay, keep going.”

  I do, plunging more fully into her now.

  I can feel her heartbeat quicken as her groans turn into moans. I know she’s feeling better now.

  I grab onto Amy’s waist and thrust upward. She winces and cries out but says, “keep going” before I can even check in with her again.

  The boys caress her skin, from hair to swinging breasts.

  “Mmmmh,” she says. “Please keep going. This feels so good.”

  I know she’s past the pain zone now, and into the pleasure zone. I fuck her. I fuck her hard and deep. I want… no, I need to lose myself.

  I grab her neck and squeeze gently, taking her in, taking in her reddening, glistening skin, as she takes it all in. I look up. Both Chad and Dick watch me. They watch me fuck my prize, as she jerks them off at the same time.

  They watch my cock slide in and out of her dripping wet pussy, the first ever to fuck her. They see me, Matt, the laughing stock of the playboy billionaires, fuck a creature so beautiful she could only let them fuck her mouth.

  They watch me do what I want with her, because I won her, and she’s mine. Amy’s sucking them because I let her do it. She’s
sucking the marrow out of their bones and balls because I say she can.

  Finally, they see me for who I am. They see me.

  I feel her tighten up. I feel her pussy walls clamp down on my cock. I want to tell her I mean no harm. I only mean pleasure. I only want her. I want her to only want me.

  I need her. I need her claws under my skin, tearing me up for the bad man I am. I need her lips clamping down on mine and kissing me.

  She’s getting my friends off, too; that much is clear. They groan and shoot out cum as she writhes around on my cock. She may be pleasuring them, too, but I’m the only one who has my cock in her.

  Me. Just me. I need her to…

  “Yes, yes, my love,” I say, as I feel her squirming around and moaning. “Cum for dme. Cum for Matt, who craves you.”

  God, she’s tight. She squeals. I watch and revel in her moans.

  The first penetrative orgasm of her life, by me, a man who has never had pure attention and adulation paid to him. A man who has never known true desire, true passion.

  And here she is, giving herself to me, granting me the wishes of a man lost at sea, lost in the desert, having fickle friends and a life that even billionaires wish for. As she calms down and I thrust back into her, I know what I want.

  I want only her. I want her like no other man ever could. I’ve never felt this way with a woman before. She tightens her pussy and my balls shrink.

  I want only her. I want… uh… only… Oh, my God.

  My only thought as I’m cumming is, I want Amy, now and again and again and again.

  Chapter 7

  Richard

  I never thought Matt would win this treasure hunt game. The bracelet is on his wrist to prove it, however, and here he is, working under Amy, to make her squirm and squeal with his cock.

  I’m jealous that he was the first to fuck her, but my competitive nature quickly steps in and reminds me that I can fuck her better.

  “I want to pay more to take her now,” I announce, to the voice in the sky.

  “As you wish,” Mia answers me.