Well, a million things for one. But I want to get dirty, and induct my new playmate into the debauched activities of the Billionaires Club. So taking my tumbler in hand, I dip my finger into the whiskey and then slowly smear it over her plush lips.
“Oh!” she cries out, eyes closing in ecstasy. “That feels good!”
“It only gets better, sweetheart,” I growl before leaning forwards and gently licking up her left pussy lip, crossing over and then licking down her right pussy lip. Oh fuck, it’s so tasty. Her cream’s coming fast now and the sweet, tangy mixture of female nectar with alcohol drives me insane.
“Fuck, you’re delicious,” is my growl into her aching twat. “Let me have some more.”
With that, I push my tongue fully into her hole, and she squeals slightly, bucking a bit.
“That’s right, baby girl,” I rasp. “Fuck yourself back onto my tongue. I know you want it.”
She mewls, breathing heavily, as those big breasts sway.
“Oh my god, I didn’t know it could be like this,” she pants, even as I begin tongue-fucking her hole from behind. “Oh god, Mr. Carmichael,” is her musical mewl. “This feels soooo good.”
I grunt with approval before pulling my tongue out and gently tracing it over the bottom of her clit while stroking the hood back to reveal the hard pink nub.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart? How do you like your clit massaged?”
She pants then, back arching reflexively.
“Like that!” she cries out. But then Gemma turns to meet my eyes over one shoulder again. “Bite it,” she invites breathily. “Make it sting a little. I’m ready.”
Holy shit, this girl is so fucking dirty, but I’m a man that never says no to a beautiful woman. So with gentle teeth, I nip her clit and Gemma’s reaction is automatic. She grunts, bracing her hands on her knees, and then it happens. Her pussy dissolves into a series of tremors on my mouth, the girl gasping and crying as orgasm takes over.
“Yes,” she heaves, her personal ambrosia running like a river into my mouth now. “Oh god, yes.”
I push my tongue into her hole again, and the strong clenches and clamps of her cunt practically squeezes it right off. But that’s what I love. A woman coming hard on my hand, mouth, or dick. It makes life worth living, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.
“Keep going, pretty baby,” I rasp into her spasming folds. “Give me everything. Let yourself let go.”
She mewls again, eyes closed as jets of liquid erupt into my throat.
“Oh god, Mr. Carmichael,” is her throaty moan. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
But this is no dream. This is reality, and I plan to own every inch of that delectable body. After she’s done, I gently lap her cunt again, savoring the final trails of sweet nectar. “You’re real wet,” I compliment her. “Just the way I like it.”
Her cheeks blush, even as she holds still under my ministrations.
“I know, I tend to get really wet when I’m aroused, and oh god,” she gasps, suddenly remembering she’s in the club. “We’re in public. I forgot.
My smirk is immediate, even as I back off and deliver a solid smack to her rump. She’s curvy and full, so the butt cheek reverberates with my slap.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,” I say with satisfaction. “Because wasn’t this fun?” I ask rhetorically. “You just enjoyed yourself big time,” I say, licking my lips and tasting the remnants of her cream again.
She smiles at me, slowly straightening while pulling down her skirt so that her pussy’s out of sight once more. But not for long. I intend on using her body over and over again, and tasting her sweet cream on my tongue all night. I intend to have that female nectar glistening on my fuckrod, and to have this woman trembling and shaking with desire as I own her. After all, Gemma’s mine …. she just doesn’t know it yet.
Chapter 11
Gemma
It’s hard to believe this has happened. I went from being a prisoner, to becoming a waitress at the Billionaires Club. But I’m not even a server anymore. After our first encounter at the bar, Mr. Carmichael spirited me off to his suite, and I’ve been his kept woman ever since. It’s crazy, really. Food is delivered by room service, or we go down and eat at one of the restaurants at the Club. I have full access to the gym, library, spa, sauna, and every beauty treatment you can imagine. I live in a lap of luxury, and my only “job” so to say is to keep Mr. Carmichael happy and sated.
Frankly, I love that part of the job. Peter are I are so compatible that it’s eerie in some ways. After all, I’ve only known him a month. But it’s been a crazy month of togetherness 24/7, and I’d say I’ve gotten to know him really well.