“Fuck Baby…put your lips on my cock. Let me feel your soft warm mouth on me.”
I licked all down his shaft and circled the tip of his cock with my tongue. I could taste the pre-come, it only made is easier for my hand to slide up and down. Finally, when I thought he couldn’t take anymore teasing I took him deep in my mouth and hummed.
I used my hand and mouth at the same time until he roughly grabbed the back of my neck.
“Holy shit Baby, you need to stop. Come here.” He pulled me up to his face and his lips attacked my mouth. I was surprised. He tasted himself causing himself to be more aroused.
Gabriel was a hell of a kisser. He kissed me like he wanted to own me. His hands roamed to the back of my dress, as he unzipped my gown, he slid it off my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. I was standing there in nothing, but my panties and heels. He abruptly stopped kissing me and turned me around.
Still in a daze I opened my eyes and nearly fell over.
How could I forget that I had an audience?
All three men were stroking themselves.
Gabriel sensed my hesitation. He jerked my head back by my hair and whispered in my ear.
“No, no Baby. Don’t let them change anything. It’s just you and me. Do you have any idea how fucking jealous they are? Do you know how badly they wish they were me?”
He began kissing the side of my neck while fondling both of my breasts, playing and pulling on my nipples. Both his hands made it to the side of my panties. He slid them down some, displaying my pussy for our guests.
His fingers started to caress my clit, until I moaned shamelessly. Faster and faster his fingers played with me.
“You know it fucking turns you on to have people watching you. Come on Pretty Baby, let them see you come.”
Holy fuck, that felt good.
I could feel myself about to come and then suddenly two fingers pushed into my pussy from behind. I yelped in surprise.
Gabriel continued his assault on my clit while he finger fucked me from behind. My head instantly fell back on his shoulder as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“That’s my good girl.” He praised.
“I fucking love the way your pussy feels.” His fingers pushed harder against my g-spot until I couldn’t help it anymore and I came apart.
“Yes…yes…just like that…I’m coming…I’m coming…” I begged.
I barely felt myself being moved until I was lying on my back in the middle of the bed.
I opened my eyes to find Gabriel smiling above me with the most satisfied smirk on his face. I turned my face and I caught Madam through the slits in my overactive eyes. She smiled at me with a wink as she exited the room. I must have met her satisfaction, either that or she didn’t want to watch him fuck me.
Before I could even turn my head back Gabriel thrusted into me hard. My back simultaneously arched off the bed from the pain.
Damn…not even a little warning.
He didn’t move and I suddenly felt all his body weight on me.
“You’re such a good girl, Ysabelle. You feel tighter than anything I have ever felt before. Tell me if I’m hurting you Pretty Baby, because I don’t think I will be able to go slow.”
He suddenly started thrusting in and out of me. I tried to moan and play my part, the pain and soreness he was causing was hard to overlook.
Sensing my apprehension, his fingers found my clit. He circled around my clit while his thrusts became more urgent, more demanding.
I didn’t think I could come again, until I started to feel the sensations in my body. This man could control me. I could feel my pussy pulsating, my legs started shaking, my vision became hazy, and I couldn’t stop the curving of my back.
“There you are. That’s it. Just let it go. Just let me have it. Let me have it all. I want it all.”
His mouth covered mine to cover the scream and I came so hard I saw stars.
Each one of the classy men kissed my hand and thanked me. It didn’t feel uncomfortable, it felt normal. A part of me wondered if I would ever see any of them again. I imagined I would.
The limo ride home that night was extremely quiet. It was just Madam and I. I didn’t know where any of the other women had gone, after my showcase, Madam and I pretty much bid our goodbyes.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Madam questioned.
“Mmm hmm.”
“Care to share, Doll?”
“I was just thinking I feel pleased…excited. I’m on a high right now. Does that make sense?”
“Perfectly.” She reached into her clutch and retrieved a white envelope.
“This Bella Rosa, will make you feel even higher.” I opened it and there before my very eyes, were hundreds and hundreds of bills. I had never seen that much money before.
“It’s $80,000.” My mouth dropped open.
“You made $160,000 tonight, Gabriel paid $100,000 to be your first client. I charged the other suitors a measly $20,000, forgive me for that Bella Rosa, I had to entice them regarding the price. I promise you they will pay more for you later, that I can assure you. Enjoy it Bella Rosa, you will never forget your first time.”
And so it began…
Chapter 12
The day was finally here. After months of watching Julia plan with our mothers and go slightly crazy especially in the last month or so, we were getting married today. I had never seen so much preparation go into one day before. Julia asked for my input in pretty much everything, I only cared about the cake and the food. After that I sort of checked out.
Julia was more than eager to have everything be absolutely perfect. We were getting married at Coral Gables Country Club, the ceremony was outside in the courtyard and the reception was being held in the Coral Grand Ballroom.
My parents helped with the wedding and the last time I saw the budget it was near six figures. Julia and I got in a minor argument over how much money was being spent, she insisted that her parents had been saving since she was a baby, and my parents wanted everything to be just as lavish.
I think half of Miami and Fort Lauderdale were invited. Both our dads were doctors so you can imagine how much clientele and relationships had been established over the years.
I was certain that I was more nervous than my soon to be bride down the hall. I didn’t remember ever being so nervous before. It wasn’t the fact that I was marrying Julia that had set me on edge, it was the fact that I was going to be responsible for her well-being. My life was now going to change into providing and taking care of her, it was no longer just about me.
“Hey, Son,” my dad said, walking in and interrupting my panic.
“Hey, Dad.”
“You okay?”
“I think so. I’m just nervous, you know? Julia is going to be my wife now. My responsibility. I’m kind of scared about that. What if I disappoint her?”
My dad smiled, and patted a chair next to him for me to sit down.
“You want to know something, Sebastian?”
“Sure…as long as we’re not talking about sex, I’m all ears.”
He chuckled, “you’ve been responsible for Julia, since the day she was born.”
“I have, haven’t I?”
“You have. You know what else?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“There isn’t a man on earth that could do it any better. Being nervous like you’re feeling right now, is perfectly normal. That not only tells me that you love her more than you love yourself, you’re also going to make an amazing husband. You both are very lucky to have each other. Now go marry your Babygirl.”
And that’s what I did. I stood in the front of hundreds of people, half of which I had no clue of who they were, nor did I really care. As I stood there the nerves, anxiety, fear, and doubt were gone.
As soon as I saw my Babygirl descending down the aisle to become Mrs. Vanwell, all I thought about was how I got so lucky. My eyes never left her the entire time. She was stunning.
I hadn??
?t seen the dress at all, because Julia wanted it to be a surprise. I was in awe of her; it was as if I was seeing her with new eyes. She was no longer the spunky little girl with pigtails who had an obsession with wearing anything that was pink.
Her hair was in soft waves pinned to the left side of her face. She wore a white lacy gown that was fitted all the way down her body. The neckline was low in the front and the back, the dress had diamonds and pearls all over it to make it look as if she was shining. Her train was at least five feet long and she wore a flower where her hair was pinned. It looked like she stepped out of a 1950’s catalogue; she was classy, eloquent, and sexy all in one.
I smiled a reassuring smile as her dad placed her hand in mine. We exchanged our vows and kissed for the first time as husband and wife.
We spent the better part of the evening, dancing in each other’s arms and enduring the wedding traditions. Finally we were free to set about our life, and our honeymoon which I had been waiting all day for. I couldn’t wait to get Julia out of that dress, although she assured me we were doing it with her in the dress. It was going to be a great night. I couldn’t wait.
That night is one that I still fantasize about. We made love the entire night and stayed up wrapped in each other’s arms watching the sun come up. That afternoon we boarded a plane for our two day honeymoon to Belize.
Our lives began, as Mr. and Mrs. Vanwell.
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One year, had changed into two, and two quickly became three. I had been a VIP for three years. Time flies when you’re blowing guys…just a little bit of humor for you.
Those first three years had been a whirlwind for me. I had seen and done things that I never imagined were even possible. I had traveled on the arm of some of the most beautiful men. I had dined in restaurants that charged money just to sit down. I had been to clubs where I always sat in VIP or a private room, rode in some of the world’s most expensive cars, been escorted around in private jets, and joined the mile high club so many fucking times that I could be the God damn president.
My time was always worth something. Having very little moral compass, I believed that anything could be bought, that everything had a price.
I had met celebrities, politicians, doctors, lawyers, princes, CEOs, and much more. I had formed relationships with each and everyone of them. I had been with more men then I cared to count and women who will forever be embedded in my mind. I learned all the tricks of the trade and had men groveling at my feet.
Married men always liked it rough. Kinkiness didn’t just stop with putting your finger up their ass. Dirty talk always worked. Bondage worked both ways. Anal sex could be motherfucking amazing. Role playing and bdsm would always be in. Orgies never go out of style. Fetishes are huge, and fucking on ecstasy was out of this world. I fucked for both pleasure and pain, and always made it a point to come first, literally.
I had experienced more lust and passion than any person should be allowed, heard endless amounts of proposals and countless I love yous. Jewelry and gifts became a regular thing, and I had more money than I knew what to do with.
There wasn’t any place on my body that hadn’t been touched. Just by looking at men, I knew what they wanted. And women were beautiful creatures that were meant to be cherished and embraced. I remained unattached where it mattered the most…emotionally. I never allowed myself to care for anyone and that made me even better at my job.
The no strings attached lifestyle served its purpose for me. I felt like the only girl in the world.
My relationship with the other VIPs were meaningful. They had become sisters to me. We shared this life together, our positive and negative experiences, our thoughts, our secrets, emotions, and feelings. We compared notes and shared tips. The Cathouse had become my second home.
Bless his heart, Devon was still very much part of my life. I didn’t see him as often as I would have liked, yet we remained close. As close as I would allow anyways, he never asked any questions. Even after seeing where I lived, what I drove, the clothes I wore, he never asked. I don’t know if he just didn’t want to know or he just assumed that I could take care of myself. He didn’t have to worry about me, he let me be.
Madam still played a very active part in my daily life. Although, I did have the liberty to schedule my own appointments if I wanted, I still liked to leave her to take care of that aspect of my life. It was easier for me to be told where to go and what to do.
The clients and I didn’t always fuck. I would say that about 80% of the time, that was expected. The rest fell into companionship, talking, and actual escorting. I had my regular men that I saw a couple times of month, my married men, my eternal bachelors, and even some newbies. I enjoyed the newbies they were fun to feel out. I loved the thrill of being with someone new and what they could offer me. I was selfish like that.
My personality had even changed, I became stronger and wiser.
Jonathan had become one of my regulars. He was busy, no time for women, but did have his manly needs. I fulfilled that need for him. He was the CEO of some organization in New York. He didn’t really talk a lot about it, which was fine by me because I didn’t care to hear about it. He was handsome, in his late thirties with black hair with some gray on the sides, blue eyes, always sporting a five o’clock shadow, about 6’1”, and had a great physique; he definitely took care of himself.
“You’re blocking my sun.” I said, as a dark shadow was casted on me. I didn’t even bother opening my eyes as I laid there in my birthday suit on my back.
“Well, little lady are you trying to get a ticket for indecent exposure or just trying to give my neighbors a heart attack.”
“Neither, you said to make myself at home, so I did.”
“Do you always lay around naked at home?” He questioned, in a husky, and curious tone.
“When the mood strikes.”
“Hmm…you look very tempting little lady. Are you sure you’re not trying to put on a show for me.”
“Always keep them coming back for more, Johnny.” I suggested, as I spread my legs just wide enough for him to see.
He hesitated and then spoke, “I have a conference call in a few minutes, Ysabelle.”
“That’s a shame, because I was hoping your mouth could conference with my pussy.” I extended my leg up and started to rub my foot on his cock. “And from the feel of it, your cock was hoping for that too.” I heard a disgruntled growl followed by his phone ringing.
“This is Jonathan.” He covered his phone with his hand. “Don’t move.” He said, pointing his index finger at me before walking away.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
I must have dozed off. I woke to light kisses on my neck.
“Wake up Sleeping Beauty, open up those angel eyes for me. I want to make you scream.” My eyes started to open and that’s when I felt lemonade dripping on my lips. My tongue instantly came out to savor it and then his tongue started to stroke mine. He moaned in my mouth.
“It’s a sin that you look this incredible naked. I can’t keep my fucking hands off of you. Do you know how hard it is to not touch you, Ysabelle? Do you know that I stroke myself to the images of you riding my cock? Being with you is never enough.” He said, in between kissing me.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” His tongue moved to my neck and glided to my breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth while he fondled the other one. This never got old. I loved it when a man’s hands were on me.
His mouth devoured every inch of my body, until he was kneeling in front of me. He roughly grabbed my hips and placed me on the edge of the chase lounger.
And then his phone rang again…
“Fuck!” He reached in his pocket and grabbed his phone.
“What! I told you not to bother me. I have other things that need my attention.” I heard mumbled voices on the other end.
“What the hell do you mean?” He shouted as he walked back in the house. “That invoice was sent months ago.”
/> I guess I wasn’t getting my happy ending.
The alarm on my phone went off reminding me that I needed to get going. Yes…I set alarms for myself. Don’t you clock in from 9-5? Well so do I, so to speak.
I walked into the house to go change. Jonathan was nowhere to be seen.
I grabbed my things got dressed and left, turning from his driveway I read the text.
J – Where did you go?
Needy little thing…
Y – Times up big boy.
J – If you come back, I’ll make it worth your while.
Y – Next time!
J – I’ll pay…
Y – You shouldn’t have answered your phone. You’ll know better next time, won’t you?
J – Devil!
Y – XO
Men…
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I couldn’t believe it had been two years since we married. I drove home from a very lucrative deal that day. I was on cloud nine. I was going to celebrate our anniversary with my wife, my wife whom I loved and adored. Nothing could have made me happier that day.
I had planned on taking her out, wining, dining, dancing, maybe a few drinks, and then I was going to bring her back to our home and make slow passionate love to her. She had other plans.
She met me at the door wearing a red bra with matching panties and a pair of fuck me heels. My mouth instantly watered when I saw her. She was glowing. She slid her arms around my neck and kissed me, really kissed me. I was ready to say the hell with our evening and help her out of the bra and panties, the shoes could stay.
“Happy anniversary, Sebby,” she smiled to my lips. She was so happy. That, right there, was the best anniversary present she could have given me.
“Happy anniversary, Babygirl,” I replied, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth.
“Sebastian,” she panted, in heavy breaths. I could tell that she too, was ready for me to slide right in. I would help her. “Not yet,” she demanded. I groaned.