Sinful Pleasure (The Millionaires Social Club) (3 page)

"Pinch them harder," she begged Arias.
 

Arias complied by gripping her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.

"Harder! Pinch them harder!" she demanded as her bouncing rhythm on his cock increased in cadence. She glanced at the four gentlemen around her through foggy eyes and could see one of the masked men fondling his cock through his dark dress slacks while the other masked man stood soldier-like with his arms behind his back. One of the other men, was an older man who appeared to be in his fifties or early sixties. His silver hair was slicked back neatly and he smoked a cigar. His stare was fixated on the rear view he was getting of her as she slid up and down Arias's shaft. Lucian broke the man's stare as he moved into position behind Emily blocking his perfect view. Emily leaned forward and adjusted her legs below her in order to aim her ass up while still keeping Arias's cock buried deep inside. Lucian swatted her ass cheeks two times with his cock and rubbed the head over her pulsing hole. Her movement halted as she closed her eyes and took a breath. Her asshole was a virgin no more as he slid just the head in allowing her sphincter to relax. With slow and short movements, Lucian slid his meat further inside her dark hole as he watched it open up further until his balls pressed against her pussy meeting his brother's own cock.
 

"Ohhhh, fuuuck!" cried Emily. "God daaamn, that feels good." Emily felt the blood surge through her head and she could feel the pounding of her heartbeat inside her ears. The two cocks were buried so deep inside, it felt like the tips would reach the bottom of her lungs. In opposite rhythm, the brothers began to pump their rods in and out of her holes. It was like a pendulum swinging in both directions as she felt their balls hit against her mound with each thrust. Sweat began to drip from her cleavage on to the chest of Arias below. Her hands pressed down on his chest as he switched between pinching her nipples to biting them one at a time. Lucian had his hands firmly gripping her waist as he rammed up against her buttocks and every once in a while letting one hand loose to swat her ass cheeks.

Emily felt the pounding in her ass become faster and faster.

"I'm going to cum, you little slut!" howled Lucian. "Right in your little ass!"

"Do it," she ordered. "Fill my hole with that cum of yours."

"I'm right with you brother," said Arias. "I...can't... hold it... much longer," he said between breaths as he began to raise his hips up from the floor elevating Emily higher in the air. She could feel the girth of Arias's cock swell inside her as his body began to shudder. His eyes clenched tight and his perfectly white teeth clenched his jaw shut as he blew his load deep within her.
 

"Errrgggggghh" he said biting down on his lower lip.
 

Lucian was ramming her ass as hard as he could until he erupted.
 

"Ah shit. Here it comes."

It was more than she could take as her insides felt the warm jizz of the cocks shooting the walls of her inners.
 

Emily felt her entire world disappear for a moment as she exploded in an orgasm unlike any she had ever experienced before. It was so intense that she hadn't even noticed that she had wrapped her arms around Arias's neck like a vice as she pumped her hips up and down with each squirt of her climax.
 

It felt like her orgasm lasted eons, but she knew that in reality it was less than a minute. As her body limped and she lay resting on top of Arias, Lucian backed out of her ass and she peered through her half-opened eyes when she heard the sound of a slow, taunting clap.
 

"Bravo!" said the voice. CLAP! "Well done young lady." CLAP! The words were coming from one of the masked men and the tone was all too familiar. "I have to applaud you Emily. You really surprised me."
 

"Brad?? I mean, Mister Barker???" Exhausted, she wrestled to get the words out.

"You did a fine job there," he said as he removed the mask. "Needless to say, I didn't expect you to endure such an act so soon. I mean, I knew you had desires and great potential, but a double whammy...Wow! So soon."

Emily managed to gather enough strength to roll off of Arias. Lucian sat nearby still half erect with beads of sweat rolling down his face. "You enjoyed it Brad, don't lie," he said.

"I did. I really did. I mean, look at her. Who wouldn't love to fuck that tiny little pussy of hers or fuck that perfect little ass?" There was the sound of sarcasm in his voice and Emily could do nothing but stare Brad in the eyes. Even in his moment of sarcasm, his eyes still captivated her and for a moment she wondered,
Is he actually jealous?? No way. Brad is not the kind of guy that would ever be jealous, especially over a regular girl like me! Don't think too highly of yourself, Em.

"What now, Emily?" asked Brad. "What other hidden desires will we get to see uncovered in the life of Miss Emily Vant?"

Emily leaned against the bathroom sinking staring at her face in the mirror. "Good lord, Em. You look like crap," she said. With the rough house sex she just had out in the room with the twins, her hair looked like a rats nest and her mascara had partially smeared from the large amount of sweat that rolled down her face. The bathroom was the perfect place to get a breather after what just happened and the guests were free to use the shower to clean up. Emily turned on the shower and retrieved a towel from the closet. Even the doors of the closet were finely crafted and the shower was decorated with tiles which Emily recognized as Tuscan. There was enough room for more than two people to stand in the shower area and she could only imagine the kind of sex that had taken place in it.
 

As she washed herself, she reflected back on what had just taken place and how intense her orgasm was.
Oh, and the twins...yes. Those two incredibly gorgeous latin lovers with huge dicks.
Emily smiled as she thought how she had just conquered one of her greatest sexual fantasies. Reaching between her legs to wash, her pussy was feeling a bit tender and her ass was still recovering from the reaming Lucian had given it. Would she do it again?
You bet I would!
 
Emily felt like a young high school girl all over again who had just hooked up with quarterback of the football team. She was giddy all over and for some odd reason, she felt her confidence had been lifted higher than ever before. Here she was, just a regular, every day paralegal with not a whole lot going on in her life. All of a sudden, she's being admired by incredibly gorgeous rich guys who want nothing more than to stuff her with cock.
If that doesn't boost a woman's confidence Em, I don't know what would,
she thought as she turned off the shower and reached for the towel to dry off.

The door to the bathroom swung open startling Emily. It was Brad.
 

"Can't a woman have a little privacy?" she asked.

"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before," Brad said with a smile. Those perfect teeth of his seemed to gleam whiter than ever. "Besides, these doors don't have locks on them for a reason. I'm sure there are plenty of voyeurs out there."

Emily smiled back giving him a slight wink. She strongly desired Brad and knew that she would get the chance to fuck him soon. Having his enormous cock in her mouth was one thing, but she needed it in some special way. As of now, she had no idea what
special way
it would be, but she knew it would be different.

"When you get done, meet me at the courtyard bar for a drink. I think we both need one after that performance you gave."

"Ah...a drink sounds perfect. I'll take a something blue," she said as she ruffled her wet hair with the towel.

"Something blue. Got it," he said as he gave her another smile just before opening the door to leave.

Emily found a hair dryer in one of the drawers.
One of the best things about having medium length hair is that it doesn't take long to get it looking good after a shower. I damn sure don't want to keep Brad waiting and I sure could use that drink.

Emily eyed her dress and panties lying on the bathroom's granite countertop.
Get over the modesty, Em,
 
she thought. She grabbed her panties and stuffed them in the waste basket and slipped her dress over her naked body. With a couple of quick hops, her heels were on and she was out the door.
 

***

Emily managed to find the courtyard. The house was enormous with a dark ambience. The numerous halls and rooms would be easy to get lost in. As she walked from room to room, she witnessed several men and women tied up and bound to racks that looked like torture. Whips cracking and moans of ecstasy could be heard and she stopped occasionally to watch in silence and take in the action. The third room she came to had three women scantily dressed in leather and latex outfits. One lady was shackled to a large cross beam and was wearing what looked like some kind muzzle gag. Nipple clamps were making her breasts turn a dark red color and her legs were spread wide exposing her pantyless crotch. Another lady was cracking a whip and shouting out commands and including words like "whore," "slave", "bitch", and "little girl." The third lady sat on a large throne with her back toward the door, but Emily could see her fishnet lace stockings and the hem of her latex skirt. Watching the women had an overwhelming affect on Emily. She felt the ping of her saliva glands trigger toward the back of her tongue as fingers moved between her legs to glide across her slit. She thought about Jen's tongue lapping the sensitive folds and remembered how good it felt. Emily knew full on encounter with a woman could come anytime soon, and she knew she was more than willing to give in to the idea. She wanted to taste the juices of another woman and feel the skin of another woman rubbing against her breasts.

The woman on the throne finally spoke snapping Emily out of her momentary trance. "Untie her. I want her to come over here and eat my pussy. Bring her to me," the voice said. The strong Eastern accent sounded all too familiar.
 

"Natasha!" said Emily
as a matter-of-fact-like
and in a volume only she could hear.
 
From the moment Emily first saw Natasha at Brad's house, she felt she was one of the most exotic looking women she had ever seen.
Could I ever see myself fucking Natasha? You're damn right I could
, she confirmed to herself. The thought of it brought her nipples back to life making them harden to the point of almost hurting.

"Fuck. I need to go find Brad."

The courtyard resembled an Italian villa. Large amounts of ivy clung to the plastered walls and the scent of Jasmine blossoms filled the air. A series of low lighting lamps on tables mimicked the haunting look of the interior of the house. Thirty feet away across the cobblestone pavers, Brad was at the bar talking to the bartender; her blue drink ready for her. His six foot two hunk of a body was dressed in a dark suit and white shirt
 
—
no tie, of course.

"Mmmmm, now don't you look rather dapper," she said as she approached the bar.

"Dapper? What are you, some kind of scholarly teacher from England?"

"Ohhh, now
that's
kinky. Now wouldn't
that
be fun?" she replied as she reached for her drink.

"What do you think of this place? Quite impressive, isn't it?" asked Brad.

"Yeah, I guess if you like creepy. But, I guess if you throw a center fountain there with Koi and a statue of a little boy peeing in the bushes over there, it might actually feel quite charming," said Emily as they both chuckled.

"Ah, yes. Quite the humor you have. I guess at work, we often get too
business-like
and forget the little things like
life
, huh?"

"Perhaps. But, it wasn't until just recently that I hadn't given
life
like this much thought."

"And now?" asked Brad.

"And now, I guess it's time for me to live a little..."

A figure appeared in the double glass doorway leading from the house to the courtyard. A face that was all too familiar to both of them was dressed in a silky dark gold dress and black heels.

"Oh my god. She looks stunning, doesn't she?" remarked Brad.

"Yes, she does," replied Emily.

"Hey, Jen," said Emily as Jennifer approached them at the bar. "You look sexy as hell girlfriend. I had no idea you would be here."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Besides, how could I deny an invite from such a dapper man?"

"Holy hell. What — is
dapper
the word of the day? Emily just said the same thing about — oh, forget it." Brad had a smile on his face that could light up the entire area and Emily could swear he was blushing. It was obvious he was a man who cared greatly about his total appearance. Emily stared at his chiseled face trying unsuccessfully to find just one imperfection. Not ever wearing a tie, the upper portion of his chest was exposed showing how well developed his pecs were, and the low lighting in the courtyard cast shadows between the muscles on his chest and his clavicle bone.
 

The three laughed in unison before Emily cut in. "Hey Jen. Why don't we take this sexy guy inside and enjoy some of the scenes?"

"Sounds good to me, doll face, but not without a drink first." Emily liked when Jen called her doll face. It was a term of endearment she had called her every once in a while since their days in college. The word made Emily feel innocent, even though innocence was the furthest thing from Emily's mind at the moment.
 

"Bartender, surprise me with a fine wine, please," Jen said to the well-dressed man behind the bar.
 

"I have the perfect wine for lady," acknowledged the bartender. "This is a very rare wine symbolic of your rare beauty. It's called
Dom. Romane Conti
and is a French red Burgundy. This particular vintage is 1997. I'm sure you'll love the smell of berries and spices. The finish is something to wait for as it caresses your palate," he added as he slowly poured the wine like a well-trained sommelier.