Poor Little Rich Girl 3 (reluctant teen exhibitionism)
Tiffany is eighteen years old, carrying the child of eccentric billionaire Mason Alexander... and falling head over heels for his twenty three year old son and multi-millionaire, Corbin Brant. One week ago they failed to rein in their lust, but they vowed never to repeat the error and jeopardise both of their futures.
How long will that last? More
Tiffany is eighteen years old, carrying the child of eccentric billionaire Mason Alexander... and falling head over heels for his twenty three year old son and self-made multi-millionaire, Corbin Brant. One week ago they failed to rein in their lust, but they vowed never to repeat the error and jeopardise both of their futures.
Now, at a formal evening where Mason Alexander is being presented with the key to the city, will their bodies once more rule their minds? Will Corbin Brant take Tiffany to new heights of forbidden pleasure, right there in the shadows next to the dance floor, where anybody could see them?
This 5050 word story contains explicit descriptions of public fun between a handsome young multi-millionaire and a pregnant woman, a reckless place to cum, and all round forbidden lust.
Excerpt: "...After dinner, the presentation and various speeches, there was a live jazz band and the dance floor slowly began to fill. Mason and my Mom danced non-stop, I wondered if it was so people would stop bothering him, asking him for favours like this was the day of his daughter’s wedding or something.
“Dance with me,” Corbin said.
“What? No, are you crazy?”
What was he thinking? It was like he didn’t know that I was practically having to hold on to my chair with white knuckles to stop myself from getting down on my knees and taking his cock in my mouth right there in front of all these important people. To be on the dance floor pressed up close, surrounded by his wonderful smell and feeling his heat against me, that would be… hard to bear. Maybe that was what he was counting on.
“It’s expected,” he said as if that settled everything.
Corbin led me to the dance floor, all I could think about was the touch of his hand on mine, the shape of his ass through his pants and how perfect he looked from his no nonsense haircut to his expensive black shoes. If I was a princess, he was most certainly a prince..."