Hitchhiker Gangbang: The Millionaire Sex Club
One day while hitchhiking, beautiful blonde Stacy gets picked up by Jeff - a handsome, charming, rich (and single!) lawyer. She thinks she's hit the jackpot, but there's more to him than meets the eye. He runs an underground sex business for wealthy clients, and he wants to recruit her. Wanting to impress him, she agrees, but it soon becomes clear she's gotten in over her head! Apprx. 14k words More
Beautiful, blonde Stacy is a drifter. The 25-year-old travels the country by hitchhiking. One day, she meets Jeff - the handsome, charming, rich (and single!) lawyer. She thinks she's hit the jackpot, but there's more to him than meets the eye. It turns out law isn't his only profession; he runs an underground sex business for wealthy clients, and he wants to recruit her. The money is good and she wants to impress him, so she agrees, but it soon becomes clear she's gotten in way over her head.
WARNING: This is a short story of apprx. 14,000 words, and it's strictly for adults only. It contains two spicy sex scenes (one of which is a gangbang), dubious consent, BDSM, anal sex, and a lot more!
"Please stand and remove your robe."
Her eyes widened. She wasn't sure what she had expected, but it wasn't anything that forward. He sensed her hesitance.
"You have a lovely body," he continued. "I'd like to see it."
She set her wine glass down and did as he asked, standing in front of him and undoing the belt on the robe. Slowly, she let it hang open, and a bit nervously, let it fall. She stood before him in all her naked glory; her curvy hips, her soft breasts, the small patch of curly hair between her legs, all being absorbed by his wandering glance.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "Turn around for me."
Her eyebrows rose slightly at all this being ordered about, but he was undeniably doing it on purpose; there was no doubt that it was getting the fire going between her legs. She turned, allowing him a view of her firm ass.
"Perfect," he said softly. "You're a beautiful girl."
She blushed, turning back around. "Thank you."
She walked up to him slowly, expecting him to stand, but he remained seated on the bed. She stood in front of him, and he reached a hand out, smoothing it down her hip, feeling her softness. She shuddered at his touch, nipples hardening.
"Unbutton my shirt."
She hesitated a moment before doing as he asked. She felt a bit thrown off guard. Mr. Suave and Chivalrous was suddenly ordering her around. She hadn't expected him to take a domineering role, but damn if she didn't like it.
She undid the buttons slowly, fingers practically trembling. He didn't move a muscle to help her, remaining completely still, wine glass still in hand, the picture of apathy. Once the buttons were undone, she began to slide the shirt off his shoulders.
She raised her eyebrows at him. Wordlessly, he grasped her right wrist and brought her hand down to his lap. She gasped at the feel of his hard cock, straining against its silk prison. Apparently he wasn't apathetic.
"That was fast," she couldn't help but say.
He chuckled. "It's been a while since I've been with a girl as lovely with you. Now, would you care to get on your knees and show me just what you're capable of?"
Her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but laugh nervously.
"Is something funny?"
"N-No, I'm sorry, it's just..." she shrugged. "I-I guess I didn't expect you to be so..." she trailed off.
"So...I don't know..."
He smiled. "My dear, a real man waits for positive signs from a lady before even beginning to initiate bringing her into the bedroom. But once the lady has agreed to enter, the bedroom is the man's domain. I know how to treat a woman both in and out of the bedroom. I waited for you, and you made your intentions clear." He took a sip before finally putting his wine glass down. "Now, please get on your knees."