Chapter 62
“And I want to watch Bernard attack that ass like he did the first time.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And after he gets you so sore that you can’t take any more like last time? I will fuck you.” His come exploded into my hand. I wiped it off on his stomach and flipped him over on his back. I shoved back inside, knowing that it hurt him to get fucked right after coming. I started pistoning him as hard as I could, and he tried to get away from my dick like he had with Bernard. But I’m bigger than Bernard, so he couldn’t get me out. I didn’t miss a single stroke, and his involuntary “unh” was louder than I’d ever heard it.
“And you’ll be gang-banged,” I informed him, my breath ragged. “Maybe even one night at the bar,” I teased. “We’ll turn you into public pussy and show all those other Zayre boys what us old townies are doing to one of their own.” He was unable to respond, but he got hard again. “You’ll be tied up,” I said. “Your ass is going to be in a sling,” I told him. Danny gave up fighting and let me plunder his ass full force. He had a raging hard-on again. “And since I own your hole,” I said, “you have absolutely…no…control…over who fucks that ass, when they fuck that ass, and how long they fuck that ass.”
He pinched his dick off, trying not to come.
“And I’ll make damn sure that before anyone else gets any, I get to fuck you as much as I damn well please.”
His dick erupted again, his come hitting his chin. His constricting innards made me let loose a huge ejaculation of my own. I collapsed on top of his shuddering body.
“Whadd’ya say?” I asked, rolling off him and holding him with one hand. With the other, I grabbed him by the ass. “Do I own this hole?”
“Yes, sir,” he said. Yeah, he wanted constant savaging instead of love, but maybe I could help. I kissed him for the first time, softly on the lips, and he smiled the prettiest smile I’d ever seen.Business with Pleasure
I felt certain it was a bad idea for me to get naked at another of Jeremy’s parties, especially considering my position as a financial advisor at Wesley-Shields Limited. But as I rode in the taxi to his apartment, it was obvious I couldn’t resist.
On the way there, I had the paranoid sensation everyone knew what I was about to do. The guy at the wine shop, the taxi driver, pedestrians on the street, and even Jeremy’s doorman all gave me little smiles that made me feel like they’d heard about me.
In the elevator, I tried to focus on the good mood I’d been in all day since Mr. Wesley, the owner of the company I work for, had spoken to me this morning. He knew we advisors were all having a bad time considering how awful Wall Street has been doing, but he just patted me on the back and said, “Hang in there.” I wondered how he’d feel if he knew I wanted him.
I took a deep breath as I reached Jeremy’s floor. What had I gotten myself into? Though nothing had been said aloud, I knew these guys were going to strip me down in the living room, maybe as soon as I arrived. Part of me felt submissive and extremely turned on, but it was at war with the part that felt nervous and ashamed. My body was decent, but not porn star quality. I didn’t imagine most people would be eager to see me get fucked, but these guys clearly were into it.
I arrived late, and I nodded shyly at the group while Jeremy took my coat. Before the door was closed, I’d already been handed a double vodka tonic.
“Drink up,” Jeremy said with his eyebrows raised.
For about forty-five minutes we made idle chatter until I noticed Jeremy wink at Kurt while handing me a fresh cocktail. Then Kurt unbuttoned my shirt and another guy, Eugene, began massaging my back and crotch. I drank carefully, pretending to be drunker than I was. If they thought I was inebriated, I imagined I wouldn’t feel as embarrassed later for letting this happen. Also, it definitely encouraged them to take liberties with my clothing. However, I wanted to have my wits about me if things got out of hand.
The phone rang, and Jeremy looked at the Caller ID. He picked up and said, “Yes, Jeff, our party bottom made it tonight.” Jeremy grinned at me, sloshed himself. “Describe him? He’s twenty-five and about 5’8”. Kind of a black-Irish look. Dark hair with blue eyes. Muscular. Perfect ass.” Get here quick or it might be over.”
“Why do you…have to keep calling me a party bottom?” I said, deliberately hitching my speech to sound wasted. “It’s embarrassing. I’ve only done this once before.”
“Because you love it?” Jeremy said.