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Because fuck yeah, Ellie was untouched and burrowing my mouth deep into that hot cunt, I pushed until her hymen vibrated against the pressure, thrumming my lips against the taut tissue, licking it, savoring the newness of this girl. Oh fuck, she was so tight, and I fucking loved tasting her, her nectar gushing into my throat as I teased her puss, mouth hot on that wet snatch.

  But I wasn’t done yet. Because I wasn’t gonna take her pussy, not now, not today. Instead, I was taking something else tonight.

  “Baby,” I ground out, pulling back, panting, “I want your ass.”

  She was unhearing, too caught up in the waves of lust rolling through her body, the intense sensations as I flicked her clit over and over again. But this was no joke. I was gonna have her ass, so I bent my head, starting from the bottom and licking all the way to the top, over that engorged pussy flesh and up to her asshole, finishing at her dark star, lightly trailing my tongue against the tight pleats.

  “Feel good?” I rasped. “You like Daddy’s tongue on your butt?”

  She merely moaned in answer, eyes squeezed shut, almost pawing the glass as I savored her musty hole, the scent of her female sex so strong, enveloping me like a hazy fog. But fuck, I’m a butt man and I was nowhere near done. So I made my tongue into a point and slowly pressed against her asshole. Mmm, shit it tasted good. She was so tight, her back pucker had never been breached before and I wanted it, wanted it bad. So with increasing pressure, I pushed against that anus, unrelenting, gentle but firm, and finally, my tongue slipped in so that I was up her butt, tasting that musty goodness.

  “Ah!” she shrieked then as I began fucking her butt with my tongue, in and out, in and out, dipping in and then pulling out, the sensation was so good. “Oh oh oh!”

  I did it for a couple more minutes, all the while stroking her twat, getting her nice and hot, ramped up and ready for what was coming next. Because I pulled my mouth from her ass and slowly trailed my finger up to that dark star.

  “Daddy’s gonna put it in,” I rasped. “Daddy’s gonna finger fuck this beautiful hole.”

  And she cried out then, either from the sensations in her cunt or anticipation of the nasty fuck coming, but either way it worked for me. Slowly tapping my finger against her back pucker, I began breaching it, screwing my way in, increasing the pressure against the tight pleats.

  “Come on baby,” I rasped encouragingly. “Relax, let Daddy in, let Daddy buttfuck you.”

  And the filthy words did it because with a pop, I slid in up to the first knuckle, that tight ring gripping my digit so tight, so dry, so arousing. And the brunette loved it.

  “Ah ah ah!” she cried out, head tipped to the sky, mouth slightly open as I penetrated her ass, breasts swaying pendulously below. “Oh, Mr. Black!”

  I grinned like a motherfucker, body on high, dick positively aching with lust. Because oh yeah, I was owning this girl’s ass high above a rockin’ basketball game and any mofo below could see if they’d bother to turn their heads. But I wanted more, so with increased pressure, I slipped my finger further in, burrowing deep, feeling those tight walls clamp around me, dry, hot, musty and oh so tight.

  Her ass shivered around my digit, clamping tight, white cheeks shaking and jouncing as her back end was violated. But the girl’s pussy also told me a story because it was fucking drenched. Oh yeah, as I violated that ass, her cunt gushed even more cream, her labia soaked, the nectar trailing down her cunt lips and smearing on her thighs, dripping all the way to her knees there was so much. And I wanted to use it, I wanted to get her good and lubed up, so I pulled my finger from her ass for a moment, pushing into her pussy until my fingers were coated with ambrosia, all the way until they touched her hymen, and then pulled out, burrowing once more into her ass.

  Oh yeah, that made all the difference. The slick lubrication made the penetration easier this time, her anus was still unbelievably tight but everything happened faster, there was less resistance, her heat welcoming and hot. And with that, I began fucking my fingers in and out, sliding my digits in and out of her ass, stretching her, getting her ready for what was to come.

  “You like that baby girl?” I rasped, pausing for a moment, digits burrowed deep, letting her savor the sensation. “You like Daddy’s fingers in your asshole?”

  And the girl merely moaned, head dropping limply between her shoulders like a flower too heavy for its stalk. “Mmm,” she cried out, shivering a bit, breasts bobbling, ass so small around me. “Mmmm.”

  I took that as a yes and lapped gently at a big buttock as my fingers started up once more.

  “Because baby, you’re gonna get Daddy’s dick in your behind. Are you ready for that? You think you can take Daddy’s big cock in your anus? Can Daddy’s pretty baby do that?”

  And Ellie cried out then, body tensing, ass clamping hard around my fingers. She whined deliriously, a flush creeping over her breasts, panting, almost falling apart under my hand, and I had my answer. Because oh shit yeah, the brunette could do it and it was time. Slowly pulling my fingers out, I lifted them to my face, enjoying the female musk that was all Ellie. But there was no time to savor it, no time to truly enjoy the nastiness because my dick wasn’t taking no for an answer anymore. I had to get into her, I had to breach that back end, make her completely and utterly mine. So without hesitating, I spit into my palm, lubing up my shaft with the saliva, wet and slick, the giant purple head dripping pre-cum, my pole coated with dribbles of semen.

  “Fuck you make me so hard,” I groaned, fisting myself for a moment, dick throbbing, the veins on either side so tight it felt like they were gonna split open. “Fuck, I need you.”

  And with that, I pulled her ass my way, the mountain of flesh white, creamy, heart-shaped and beckoning to me. And pointing my dicktip at her anal hole, I rubbed it around the sweet spot a couple times, letting her know what was coming.

  “Feel that?” I ground out. “Feel Daddy’s cock on you? This is where it’s gonna go, so be a good girl, okay? Take Daddy’s cock hard and deep.”

  And grabbing her waist, squeezing that soft flesh, I began pressing against Ellie’s anus. Oh fuck, this was gonna be harder than I thought because even though I’d lubed myself up, even though I’d kissed her anus, smeared pussy juice all over her back hole, stretched her out with my fingers, Ellie was still fucking small. Her tight ring pushed back at me, refusing to open and I slipped a hand below her torso, gripping a big white boob in my fist, squeezing and massaging, making her feel good.

  “Relax, baby,” I grunted, rolling a nipple between my forefinger and thumb. “Let Daddy in, it’s good for you, you can do it.”

  And she whined deliriously, my cock at her back entrance, one hand on her boob. But sure enough, Ellie took a deep breath, summoning her reserves and her ass popped below me, that tight sphincter letting me in a bit, sliding an inch or two into that deep, heated warmth.

  “That’s a good girl,” rasped against her back, kissing her shoulder, nipping at an earlobe as I pressed forward again. “Relax your ass, let Daddy in, let me make you feel good.”

  And taking another deep breath, the girl let go once more and this time, my dick slid all the way in, up deep into her anal chamber, her walls gripping me, so tight and oh so hot.

  “Like that?” she panted. “Like that, Daddy?”

  It was all I could do to stop myself from fucking her like a wild animal, hammering my cock into her butt again and again, pounding that big ass like an anvil. But I made myself go slow because she was a virgin and I’d just taken her anal cherry, made her mine.

  “Yes, just like that,” I rumbled against the smooth skin of her back. “You did wonderful baby girl. Give Daddy a kiss, you’ve been so good.”

  And craning her neck a little, she turned so that we could kiss as I fucked her butt. Oh yeah, it was so good, our lip lock so meaningful, deep and sensuous as I pulled her little body tighter to mine, worming even further up her anal canal. And with a little push and a shudder, it began. I began swinging my hips, rocking
them slowly at first, fucking that butt as I owned her mouth, my hand still squeezing her breast, making her feel good.

  “Mmm,” she moaned deliriously against my lips. “Mmmm … ohhhh!”

  Because I’d slipped my hand to her clit now and was rubbing it as I hammered her behind. Oh yeah, I was going at it deep in her anus, that tight rim gripping me with every slide, her back chamber so small, so illicit and so good that I was ready to burst at any second. But I wanted my baby to feel good too, I wanted her to come with my cock stuffed in her body. So I caressed her clit as I slid into her, playing with her nub, giving it a solid rub, circling my finger around her sensitivity as I filled her canal.

  “Mmm!” she whined again. “Mmm, mmm!”

  And I chuckled hoarsely, abs and chest tight, dick ramrod stiff as I wedged myself into her again and again. Oh fuck, it was so good, so fucking good, I’ve never been in an ass this tiny and my balls were starting to lift, go high and tight, sperm churning, ready to shoot, I was so turned on.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby,” I panted hoarsely, my hips going fast and hard now, practically bouncing off those white cheeks. “Fuck.”

  And with a roar, one last push, I pressed my dick in deep and exploded. Oh hell yeah, my cock trembled and spurt like a fire hose on max, blasting lash after lash of hot cream up her anal tract, practically hitting her GI system, coating those walls with bursts of semen. And the little girl, feeling those juices, feeling my dick shudder and give it up, came as well. She lifted her head to the heavens and let out an inarticulate scream, anus and pussy clenching hard, once, before dissolving in a series of spasms, each one almost bending her body in two, making her double up and gasp, breathy pants escaping as jolts ran through her frame, flesh jiggling, ass milking me for more.

  “Oh fuck yeah,” I heaved, pushing deeper into her canal as my dick gave it up. “Oh fuck, drain me dry little girl, do it, do it.”

  And her body obeyed my command. With every hot clench, every spasm that ran through her rump, my dick spurted more, releasing gust after gust of semen, every last drop disappearing into her sweet body. And we stayed locked together, ass wrapped around my shaft, milking me furiously for another few minutes, that’s how long our climaxes were, how good it felt, how mind-blowingly amazing. Fuck, I’d never pull out if I could have my way, I’d bury my dick in the brunette for hours at a time, shoot gallons of sperm into this sweetness because it literally was the best way to spend my life.

  But Ellie’s ass had to be sore. I’d breached a virgin, popped her anal cherry and there was no way the girl could handle my dick indefinitely, not now at least. No worries, I’d teach the brunette to take more, teach her to beg me, teach her how to stretch, how to accommodate my ten inch cock in every one of her holes, any time of the day or night. But for now, she needed rest, the brunette was already gonna be walking funny with the way I’d just fucked her, how I’d pushed my dick in so deep.

  So slowly, oh so slowly, I exited then, watching with hungry eyes as my cock emerged from between those sweet cheeks, the tight ring gripping me still, the girl moaning as I withdrew, pussy creaming once more at the sensuous sensation. But I’d underestimated my best girl because once I was out, my cock slippery and coated with cum, she opened her eyes and looked at me coyly from over her shoulder, ass lifted in the air.

  “Daddy, is there a lot of cum?” she murmured, still breathing hard. “Can you check for me please?” And without losing a beat, the vixen reached around herself, placing a small palm on each cheek and pulled, spreading so that I could get a good view. And oh fuck, but that anus was so fucked. Instead of the tiny, tight pucker it’d been just fifteen minutes ago, there was serious gape now, a round, dark hole where my dick had been, stretching that taut rim, her ring glistening and wet.

  But like I said, I underestimated Ellie because with a moan and a slight whimper, she squeezed her eyes shut and began to push. I watched with amazement and growing lust as her tits heaved, tummy rolling a bit, and sure enough, a bit of white began rising up from inside, pearling at her anal ring before slipping out down her ass, a rivulet dripping down her cheek, leaving a dirty trail. Holy fuck, holy fuck, had that really just happened? Had Ellie just served me a dirty cream pie from her back hole, so fucking wrong, so fucking illicit? And with a moan and a rumble in my chest, I did what I had to. I leaned forward and lapped the trail of white, tasting the semen that had just been in her body, still hot, still bubbling, flavored with her unmistakable ass taste. Because this was the best sex I’d ever had, and I needed more of it. I needed this woman, what only she could provide with her body, mind, her soul, her everything, and fuck, but I’d never get enough of the gorgeous girl.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Ellie

  Troy trailed his tongue up the back of my thighs, savoring the white flesh, lapping the juices I’d just let out. Oh fuck, he was so dirty, so fucking nasty, tasting his own semen, drinking it up. And the thing was that I loved it. I loved sex with him, being intimate with him, absolutely couldn’t get enough. Sure, it was my first time with a man, I’d never let any male into my private places before, but never in my wildest dreams did it think it’d feel this good to be completely possessed and owned by the alpha.

  Because I was ready to do anything Troy wanted. I’d just stripped bare and given him anal in front of a crowd, anyone who’d wanted to see could have glimpsed our small figures up above, hammering away. And I was ready to do more. Whatever he wanted, I was there to provide, and all he had to do was ask. Or in Troy’s case, take.

  So I moaned once again throatily as the big man lapped at my behind, shudders running through my frame, body going soft and loose once more. I was ready for more, whichever way my owner commanded. But suddenly, a knock sounded on the door. What the hell? My head swiveled, eyes alarmed. Troy and I were both totally naked, me bent over as he licked my ass in front of the glass viewing pane. Was it management coming to chew us out, escort us from the premises for our lewd behavior? Had someone seen and complained? Oh god, I jolted upright, scrabbling for my clothes, face flushed and embarrassed, but Troy’s hand tightened around my waist, reassuring, strong like steel bands, pinning me in place.

  “No worries baby girl,” he ground out, voice muffled as he lapped the backs of my thighs again. “They’ll go away.”

  Oh god, it felt so good and I prayed that the intruder would disappear. Because fuck, Troy’s tongue felt amazing on me, he was niggling my clit now, pushing me down further to bite lightly at my sensitive nub. Shocks ran through my pussy, the soft flesh moistening again, dripping appreciatively.

  But the knock came again, this time accompanied by a high-pitched male voice.

  “Mr. Black,” it sang, “Concierge here, we’d like to deliver a complimentary fruit basket from management.”

  Troy snorted into my behind. He was the last guy to want a fruit basket so he grunted, “Naw, no thanks,” before diving back into my muff.

  But the knock came again, insistent, the concierge positively chirping, “And we want to get your input about the owner’s box, what the Billionaires Club can do to make your experience better.”

  This time, Troy was pissed.

  “Can you wait? This isn’t a great time for a survey, come back later,” he shouted at the door.

  But I felt for the poor concierge. If he didn’t do his job, the brothers were probably going to come down hard on him, so why not give him a chance? Let him fulfill his responsibilities. I gently pulled away from my lover, tossing him his clothes before scrambling into mine. Troy wasn’t happy about it, a dark look in his eyes, yanking on his jeans, covering that huge masculine form. But it was worth it because I wanted to give my feedback, I wanted the brotherhood to know what had happened to me.

  And once I was decently dressed, I answered the door, lightly patting my brown curls to make sure they were relatively neat and not like we’d just had a hot session.

  “Hi, I’m Ellie, can I help you?” I asked brightly. It was awkward give
n that Troy’s cum was currently dripping out of my ass, warm and wet, and I prayed there wouldn’t be a tell-tale stain on the back of my jeans. Because what could it possibly be? I’d have to say I sat in something.

  But a middle-aged man breezed in, looking like the butler from Ask Jeeves, British with a pinched air, sniffling down a pointy nose.

  “Madame, I work for the Club, welcome,” he said with a bow. I almost giggled, choking the sound back. A bow? The concierge was retro, his hair was parted straight as a razor and gelled with Brylcreem, but you know what? It was sweet and throwback, he had to be sixty at least. So I smiled warmly.

  “How can we help you?” I asked, “Is there something wrong?”

  And the concierge swept into the box, gesturing to an usher behind him, staggering beneath what looked like a giant fruit basket, at least four feet tall.

  “No, nothing wrong, we just wanted to speak with Mr. Black about his experience.”

  By now, Troy was completely dressed and none too happy, looking like a giant bear in the corner, glowering at Jeeves.

  “What is it?” he growled. “I was busy watching the game.”

  I giggled a little. That was so far from the truth, we had no idea what the score was, what was going on, anything about the match. In fact, if you looked closely, you could see my handprints on the window, filmy outlines that indicated our pleasure, how I’d pressed myself against the glass, moaning as Troy pummeled me from behind. But the concierge merely swept in, notebook in hand.

  “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to get your input for Club management,” he said breezily, seating himself on the couch. “We’re always looking to improve customer service and your opinion is a top concern.”

  Troy glowered even more. Being the subject of a survey wasn’t his idea of a good time, but I was insistent, plopping on the couch, ready to speak.

  “I can help,” I said. “Be happy to.”

  Jeeves looked at me then.