Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
He’d never brought another woman here, nor had he ever intended to.
There was something about Meghan, the passion in her eyes, the need for the dirty, for a taste of the forbidden.
He watched the woman on stage, seeing the men shred her clothes, getting her naked. Her heavy tits were on display. The three men were already completely naked, their dicks standing out hard and proud. Glancing back at Meghan, he saw her gaze was on the stage, her chest flushed. The candlelight provided enough glow for him to see her reaction. She wanted this, and he wanted her, so fucking much. His cock hardened.
He loved sex, watching it, seeing a woman come apart. He didn’t bring her here to share, only to enjoy.
There’s no way he’d ever consider sharing her. Meghan belonged to him in every single way.
“I can’t … this is … you brought me to a sex club?”
“Don’t judge it yet, Meghan.” He moved so that he was seated behind her. The booths were made in such a way that he could sit, pulling her between his thighs. Resting a hand on her thighs, he drew her dress up, teasing the inside of her leg.
He heard her gasp, and placed his other hand on her chest. The material of her dress spread wide, giving him a tempting view of her cleavage. “Watch her. The woman on stage.”
“Do you know her?”
“Don’t have a clue who she is. I don’t come here often, Meghan. This is the first time in about six months, and I just like to watch.”
There were cameras on the stage so anyone not close enough could look at several of the large screens and see what was going on. A bed had been placed on the stage, and the men held the woman’s legs open as they teased her, licking and sucking at her clit. Another man was sucking on her nipples, lapping them up. The last man was near her head, feeding her his cock, making her choke on the length before easing up, giving her a chance to breathe before sliding in deep.
When Damon couldn’t take it anymore, had to see just how wet she was, he cupped her cunt, finding her curls already soaked with her cream. The lips of her pussy were already open, her clit swollen. He teased a finger inside her, feeling how aroused she was.
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying the view, Meghan.”
“This isn’t right.”
“Who says it’s wrong?” he asked. Pressing his cock against her back, he took one of her hands and moved it behind her so that she could touch his dick. “You feel that. I love that you’re turned on by this. I’m turned on by this. There’s nothing you can ever want to do that I don’t want to do with you. I want this.”
“Do you wish you were one of the men on stage?” she asked.
“No. It’s only your pussy that I want. That I need.” He filled her with two fingers, hearing her gasp.
At the same time, the woman on stage started to come. The men didn’t stop it; they drove her higher to the peak of orgasm. The man in her mouth came, and it showed on the large screen; her mouth filled with cum. When she closed her lips and they all saw her swallow there was a collective groan. They all wanted this. Every single person here had a need to watch, not to get their rocks off watching porn, but to see it so close. The scent of sex was heavy in the air.
When his friend had come to him with this idea nearly ten years ago, he’d laughed at it, but he’d lost a bet and so invested into the club. Never did he dream of the kind of income this brought in.
Shane, the man responsible for this venture, had known what to do. It hadn’t been a random sex club where women sold their bodies for cash. This was for men and women who wanted it. The woman on stage was with her partners. No one that came here brought unwilling partners. The entire process was screened. Shane took great pride in charging a ridiculous sum, but then, he’d been rich and only needed investors to get it off the ground. To reach out to people with plenty of wealth to whisper in their ear. Damon had that reputation he needed, and for a percentage of the profits, made sure to talk to the right people.
Adding a third finger into Meghan’s pussy, he worked them in and out. There was so much cream, it would be leaking down to her asshole, which he’d been preparing for his enjoyment very soon.
When it came to Meghan’s body, he couldn’t get enough. He was always hungry for more, for another taste.