Anonymous Encounters(19)

And I burst anew, on fire for this man, every part of me dedicated to  him. Because I was his, I was absolutely his, the hurricane that started  three days ago had blown me away so that I spiraled in the clouds,  floating, soaring, with nothing but Donovan on my mind and in my body.         

     



 

"Yes, Daddy!" I screamed, throwing my head back, giving him my all. "Yes Daddy!"

And with that, I collapsed into his arms, ass squelching down onto the  pulsing joystick. With a flick of his wrist, the big man shut off the  machine before slowly lifting me off, a wet sucking ringing in our ears.  Oh god, it was so dirty yet so delicious, every part of me so fucked  and trembling with pleasure, ecstasy still washing over my curves in  waves.

But I turned to Donovan as he set me on the floor. Because Donovan was  still hard, achingly stiff with his fuckshaft dripping to the floor.

"Daddy," I whispered, looking at that fuckrod. "You didn't come? You want baby to suck it? Or put it in me?"

And in a flash, I rolled back onto my butt, spreading my legs and  showing him both holes again, the pink gleaming, ripples of ecstasy  still running visibly through my private parts.

"You want Daddy?" I cooed, prying my butt wide, letting him look up my ass.

But the big man never fails to surprise because with a hungry growl, Donovan fisted his shaft again, shiny and wet.

"Naw baby girl, thank you for offering but Daddy has something else in mind."

And with one swift move, the alpha swung himself onto the washing  machine so that he was crouched where I'd been just moments before.

"Daddy?" I asked, stupefied. What was going on? Why was Donovan on the  white toy? But my eyes grew wide and mouth dropped open because oh fuck,  it really was happening. With a low, throaty groan, abs and chest  tight, the big man began lowering himself onto the used dildo. Oh shit,  oh shit, I watched stupefied as the billionaire fucked himself onto a  massive black toy, anus spreading to accept that relentless length, and  oh shit, but it was so disgusting. Because the rubber was completely  coated in a mixture of my ass sweat and pussy juice, rancid and yet such  a turn on.

I gasped.

"Daddy, no!" I squealed, eyes wide yet pussy gushing.

But Donovan shot me a harsh look.

"Fuck you," he ground out. "Fuck me," he grunted again, pushing his ass  down further, forcing his hole to open, mouth opening slightly as the  rubber dick slid up his rectum. "Awww fuck."

And with that, I could only do as he asked. Scrambling to my feet, I  reached behind the big man and pressed start on the machine. With a  rumble and a creak, the whole thing began churning loudly, the dildo  doing its business in my man's back hole, stretching him, making him  gasp with pleasure, big hands gripping the edges of the machine as his  butt got stirred.

"Unnh," he grunted. "Unnh, unnh."

And the sight was so delicious, so fucking unbelievable yet titillating,  that I joined in the show. Ducking my head, I reached for that big dong  with a small hand before sucking it into my mouth.

"Mmph, mmph," I moaned, loving the taste of pre-cum, letting it slide down my throat like the sweetest nectar. "Ummm."

God, it was so wrong, my lover drilled in the ass as I sucked his hard  cock. And after a few short minutes, Donovan was done for. With a growl  crescendoing into a massive roar, the big man's knuckles grew white on  the ledge as that hard body trembled, and he erupted like a geyser into  my throat. Blast after hot blast of sticky semen coated my insides,  dripping down my esophagus like the tastiest cocktail.

"Mmmph!" I shrieked, slurping it all down. "Mmm!"

Because I've never really tasted man milk before. Sure, I'd let Donovan  finger my pussy, I'd even let him put it in, but never had I had his cum  in my mouth, and oh god, but it was the most delectable drink. Hot,  salty and yet sweet, I gulped and gulped, swallowing the bubbly like the  horniest slut on earth, desperate for more.

And my billionaire didn't let me down. Balls high and tight, he pulsed  again and again, pushing his dick in even further, almost choking me,  forcing my throat to expand.

"That's it," he panted. "Drink it all little cumslut."

And I moaned lustily, lips pursed tight. Because oh god, there was so  much and I didn't want to spill. I didn't want to let even a drop get  away, the semen belonged in my body, either in my pussy, ass or mouth,  and nowhere else. So I slurped hungrily, swallowing as fast as I could,  but it was no good. Donovan's a virile male and it spilled out from  where my lips pursed around his cock, trailing down my chin and hitting  my stomach.         

     



 

But I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cum in my puss. It feels so good  in my folds, it feels so amazing rubbed all over my clit that I gave up,  and leaned back, letting him spurt all over my body.

"Shit," the alpha ground out, blue eyes blazing as he creamed all over me. "Fuck this shit."

I moaned throatily, watching hungrily as white rivulets ran down my  breasts, coating my stomach and pussy with goop. But I wanted to make  sure it got into me, so with a sly hand, I reached down between my folds  and pushed it into my hole, enjoying the hot slide, accepting man milk  in my private parts.

"Yeah Daddy," I cooed, shaking my breasts at him as he crouched on top of the machine. "Just like this."

And Donovan groaned, eyes squeezed tight as his dick dripped its last  drops. Because oh yeah. I loved the feel of his hot cum in my cunt, it  didn't matter if I was a slut. Because I was a whore with the man I  adored, I'd give anything to him, I'd let him fuck my butt, fuck my  mouth, fuck any part of me he wanted, so long as he took me to heaven.  And Donovan would never let me down, he was my Daddy and Daddies take  care of their little girls. So with another sigh and coy look, I spread  my legs even further so that my hole gaped open and scooped another  handful of sperm from my breast before pushing it into my pussy.

"Mmm," I cooed. "I love you Daddy, I love this."

Donovan's eyes flared at the words, dark streaks across his cheeks, that  chiseled male body still poised on the washing machine as he stared at  me. But he didn't reply. He didn't say "I love you baby girl" or even  "ditto." The billionaire just drank me up, gaze eating up every inch of  my hot curves, my wet, soft folds all for him.

And I guess that's what the problem is. Because I would go to the ends  of the earth for this man, I would sacrifice my everything, my life, my  heart, and my soul. But would Donovan do the same for me? If asked,  would he put himself on the line, make himself vulnerable?

After all, the billionaire had been looking for an anonymous fuck only,  and maybe that's all he wanted, hard stop. Even though he'd brought me  to the private play space of the Billionaires Club, maybe there was no  future for us, and I was merely his plaything, his cum slut, and nothing  else. Could I live with that? Could Rachel Smith, a good girl who's  never done anything scandalous, live with being nothing but the fuck  doll of an alpha male? And for how long?

The thoughts churned in the back of my mind, but I couldn't think about  it right now. Because I'd never felt so good, had such an amazing out of  body experience, and all I wanted to do was to go at it again  …  as soon  as possible with the alpha as my lover, my guide, my playmate, my  everything.





CHAPTER EIGHT


Donovan




I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with the girl. On the one hand, what I'm  doing with Rachel right now is totally clear. The brunette's moved into  my quarters at the Club and I'm fucking that slutty pussy 24/7 non-stop,  every position, every which way, not to mention that tiny ass. Oh yeah,  that's getting drilled too and the girl loves it, moaning and bumping  her butt against me on a moment's notice, showing me her brownie.

But that's the thing. It's never been this good. I've had dozens, if not  hundreds of women, and the physical has never been this tantalizing,  this fucking hot, making me erupt again and again. I swear, I've seeded  Rachel a hundred times in this past week, spurting like a geyser again  and again all over her insides, drenching her in semen, making her drink  it, sucking it up with all her orifices.

So what the fuck is wrong with me? Why the hell can't I get her out of  my system? This was supposed to be an anonymous encounter, one where the  girl never sees my face. I'm supposed to bury some fingers into a  strange twat, feeling a female pulse around my fist before pulling out  and saying sayonara. So what the fuck has happened? Why have my best  laid plans gone off the rails?

And it's not just the loss of anonymity. It's the fact that we're not  using protection. That birth control shit has gone down the crapper with  a giant flush because of course, Rachel asked me about it again after  our session in the playroom with no results.