Step Brother Anthology: Bad Boy (BBW Taboo Billionaire Romance) (7 page)

My
Wealthy Step Brother

Could
you imagine fucking your own Step Brother?  How could anyone do anything like
that? Well when you have a brother that is such an Alpha Male, so sexy and
muscular, the real question is how could you not do it. 

Layla
had tried to fight the feelings for a long time, but there was no use and she
was tired of fighting.  What she wanted now was for him to pound her pussy into
submission.

Layla
might just get her wish, and more.  Follow our sexy tale, but please…..don’t
tell anyone my story, it will be our little secret….

This
book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or
actual events is entirely coincidental.   Any names, characters, places,
businesses and events are strictly from the imagination of the author.
Copyright
 2015

       
“Layla,
I do not want you talking to those boys, you are not allowed.”

        That was my step brother, he was always trying
to protect me.  We had this conversation on so many occasions.  Ever since I
was little he was trying to protect me, the reality was he was more like a real
brother then a step brother.  I was an infant when my parents separated and he
is the only other family I have known.  I can understand him wanting to protect
me, if I was him I would probably do the same.   

I was not what you would
call private with my exploits and seemed to live on the ragged edge when it
came to my sexual experiences.  My brother on the other hand due to his
position and wealth, was much more careful.  He was hoping that I would be more
careful, but also knew I never would be. 

Sometimes I could swear
that he looked at me in a sexual way.  Like when I would wear a towel out of
the shower, he seemed to want me.  It was strange I know, but truly I wanted
him.  I often fantasized about being put over his knee and spanked. 

        Just then my phone rang. 

        “Hello?”
        “Hi there, is that Layla.”
        “Who’s calling please” I knew better than to just say yes, there were
crazies out there.
        “Oh nothing bad Layla, my name is Melvin.  I am a friend of Jim’s, you
would not know me to see me but I was at the party the other night and liked
what you did.  I was wondering if you could come to a party that I am having at
my club on Sunday night.”
             Jim was my boss and I did some plus size modeling for him, I did
not want to do anything that would jeopardize the good thing I had with Jim so
I was concerned that without his permission I had better stay away from his
friends.  It was not that I owed him anything, or maybe I did.

“I am sorry, I only work
for Jim.” 
        “Oh good because I was given your number by Jim.  Jim said if it was OK
with you it was OK with me.”
        I was no dummy, but I figured I would hear what he had to say.

        “What did you have in mind….Melvin?”

        “Well, it will be more of the same, like the
party the other night, but less people all men. Are you interested?”

        “I am not sure, it would have to be pretty
interesting for me to come?”

        “Name your price Layla, you are a special
woman.”

        “I am a lady not a whore.”
        “We will give you $10,000.00 for the evening, not as payment for
services but as a tribute to your beauty.”

“Well, that is interesting.  I am not there to be
fucked you know, and if you can live with that I think I can work with those
numbers.”

I was not convinced that
these other wealthy types would be ok with not getting what they wanted, but
for ten grand, I was willing to take a chance. After all who knows how long
this will last for, in fact I should have asked for more.  Too late now I
guess. Besides, ten grand for something that I would do for free! If it was
terrible it was for only one night of work, if you could call it that.

“When is it?”
“Tomorrow night.”

             I was given the address details, told what to wear, what to expect
etc.  Nothing at this point shocked me, so none of what I was told came as a
real surprise.  It was kind of funny how all of the lewd details were discussed
in such a businesslike manner.  But I guess that is just how those shameless
wealthy people operate. 

Looking over at the clock
I realized it was already 7pm.  Sam, my brother came into my room with dinner
on a platter.  He was always taking care of me, he sat beside me on the bed. 

“Layla, I have so much
money, why do you need to degrade yourself with these parties?”

“Sam, I love what I do,
it empowers me.  It makes me feel wanted and needed.”

“I can give you whatever
you want, you know how wealthy I have become.”

I put my hand on his leg
and began to speak.  I was sure I noticed his cock move as I did.  I gave it no
other thought and chalked it up to just an optical illusion. 

“Sam, you know I love
you, but some things you just have to do, regardless of the money. 

“OK well, give me a hug
before I leave.”

        Sam pushed the tray out of the way and leaned
in giving me a hug.  This time I was sure it was his cock sticking into me.  It
was really big and really hard, I found myself biting my lip and thinking about
playing with it.  No I couldn’t do that that would be wrong.  Sam let go and
left the room saying,

 “Think about my offer.”

I was not sure if he was
talking about money or his cock, but his cock sounded really nice to me.  

       
        The next morning I had some shopping to do, for a sexy outfit.  There
were a few sex shops in and around where I lived, but this was to be more of a
costume shop thing.  The Billionaires had asked me to get dressed up in a
French Maid outfit.  Typical I know, but perhaps they did not have much
imagination. In either case it was their dime, so I would play along.

I drove over to Stacey’s
Costume Shop to see if I could find the right outfit.  I was surprised to find
out that Stacey was an actual person and she worked at her actual store.  I
will never forget how sexy this woman was.  She looked like a white version of
a Japanese woman with Blonde hair if that makes sense. 

Well, let me explain. 
Her haircut was one with square cut bangs lining her face perfectly.  She had
big green eyes with dark makeup around the eyes and bright red lipstick.  She
wore tight leopard skin pants, so tight it caused a camel toe just below her
Hello Kitty T-Shirt.  It was just short enough that every time she stretched
her arms her flat stomach came into view.  She had a friendly demeanor and a
cute little lisp that you could pick up only if you listened very closely. 

“Stacey, I am attending a party and would like a
French Maid outfit.”
“Oh that sounds like it is going to be a fun crowd.”
“Yes I think they will be, but time will tell that silly little tale.”
Stacey reached forward for my breast and cupped it with her hand. 
“36 DD I presume?” 

“Why yes, how astute those hands are.” 
           I was shocked that she grabbed my tits, but more amazed by her
ability to tell me the size.

“One moment please.”

This must have been how
she treats everyone because she turned on her heels and walked away as if all
she had done was shake my hand.  I watched as she left and could not help but
feel a little aroused at the sight of her.  I found myself wanting to touch my
pussy, as I watched her.  Soon after she returned smiled at me and handed me a
shiny black French Maid outfit, complete with the frills.  It was perfect and
looked like it could have been part of a movie set. 
“Well, what do you think?”

She said that with a
similar smile that I have seen come across Jim’s face. I wondered what she
meant by that and took some time to reply. 

“Is this not acceptable?”

            I realized I had taken too much time to
answer and instantly replied. 

“Oh no, this is perfect.” 
“Thank goodness for that, I was worried that you would not like it. Are you
going to try it on?”

“Yes of course, where is the change room?”

She gave me that smile
again as I looked at her confused and then realized that she did not want me to
go into the change room. 

“Well there is one in the back, but I could lock the
door and help you into it right here if you like.”

             Was I crazy?  I did not know this woman, yet I was already
interested in fooling around with her.  What’s more is that she was also
interested in fooling around with me.  It didn’t seem right and then in the
same vain, it seemed perfectly right. 

             Sheepishly I looked at her and said,

“Would you be willing to help me out?  I have never
put on a French Maid outfit before.”

“But of course, this is not an easy thing to put on. 
It is however; and easy thing to take off.”

             She turned to the door and walked towards it, as she did another
client was walking in the door.  Stacey stopped them at the door and said,

” I am sorry we are closed for an hour for a very
important fitting.”

             The customer disappointed left with a humph.  Stacey proceeded to
walk back to me swinging her hips from side to side.  As she got closer my
heart began to pound and my breath became heavy.

“Is this something you do for all of your clients?” I asked. 

“I do not kiss and tell, besides it is you I am
focussed on right now.”

Stacey leaned in ever so
slowly, with her eyes slightly closed and her lips slightly parted. I met her
halfway and our lips touched lightly.  Stacey moved her hand forward and felt
my breast over my clothes which made me shiver and my nipple became instantly
hard.   She kissed me again and softly put her tongue in my mouth, touching my
tongue.  We swirled our tongues around each other’s until it became a
passionate wide mouth kiss, where we had both pulled the other in closely.  Stacey
was grinding up and down on my leg as I grabbed a handful of her magnificent
ass.  Then she stopped.  Pushed me back and said,

 “We have work to do.  I
am a business woman after all, please let me help you out of your clothes so
you can try on the outfit.”

             I could see that she was a woman who lost
herself in her sexual experiences and wanted to be sure to still have the
opportunity to sell me this outfit.  Or perhaps she was just too close to
having an orgasm and wanted this fantasy to last.  Either way, I was here and
ready to play. 

“Ok if you think that would be best.”
             She stepped forward to help me out of my clothes.  She put one
hand on my shoulder and with the other hand she undid the button on my jeans. 
She then began to slowly lower my fly, all the while staring in my eyes with
her lips slightly parted.  Her touch was so gentle, so utterly divine that I
just wanted to feel her hands all over me.  I have not been touched by a woman
in this way before and if I was blind folded I would know, this was a woman.  I
leaned in for a kiss and she said,

“Not yet my dear but in time.”
             I was wearing a T-shirt so it had to be wrestled a little over my
head, but that was as rough as her touch had been so far.  She then slid her
hands down my side to the top of my pants, crouching to the ground as she did.
She pulled my pants to the ground and was face to face with my wet pussy.  She
took off my shoes, when she noticed they were there, then my pants.  Then Stacey
slid her index finders onto either side of my panties, pulling them down just
as gentle and as slowly as she had done everything else.   Now I was standing
with nothing but my bra on.  I reached behind me to undo my bra when Stacey
stopped me and said,

“Please allow me.”

             With a flick of the wrist, using only one hand, my bra was
undone.  My tits came bounding out as they always do.  Stacey could no longer
contain herself and began furiously licking my breasts.

“Ohhhhhhhhh.”  I did not know I was moaning until I
stopped but it felt so good. 

Stacey again stopped
herself and quickly turned away.   She picked up the French Maid outfit and
brought it back to me.  

“Lift your arms please.” She said in a business like
tone.

“Now let’s get this sorted out. “
             She helped to adjust my breasts into place which heaved out of the
outfit.  The outfit left a great deal of my breasts hanging out and did not
leave a lot to imagination.   With her continuous touch she adjusted the left
breast, then the right.  Then she straightened the skirt and pulled it down to
length. 
“Let me see you from all sides.” Stacey said while biting her lip.
             I spun around slowly, as my ass faced her, “she said now touch
your toes, let’s see how much of you we can actually see.”

Bending over and touching
my toes, I could see myself in the mirror, my dark skin shone against the white
slip, my shaved pussy and legs glistening.  I also caught a look at Stacey, she
was staring right at my pussy, this was a look of desire.  She turned to me and
said with all the serious intention she could,

“Do you mind?”
“No not at all, I think I would really like that.”
             I did not move, I stayed in that pose and watched her move in. 
With a long lick she stroked her tongue from the front of my pussy all the way
to my ass hole.  It was then that I turned, so I could brace myself with my
hands on the chair in front of me.  If I didn’t I may have fallen from
ecstasy.  This also gave me the opportunity to look in the mirror, to see what
she was doing.  I spread my legs wide and watched as she took off her pants and
thong, along with everything else.  Again she came in behind me, this time she
spread my pussy open with both hands and licked me deep inside.  It felt like
she was fucking me with her tongue.  The sensation was too much to bear, I had
to warn her.

“I am a squirter and if you don’t stop we may be in
jeopardy of running all these nice things.” 
“Well if you are going to squirt, I guess I will just have to make sure I don’t
miss a drop.”

“It is your choice but it is a lot.” 
            She ignored what I was saying and continued to lick inside my
pussy, I could feel the desire to orgasm building.  I fought back the urge
because I had not wanted to squirt.  She let go with her hands but continued
licking.  Now she began to play with her own pussy.  Oh my god I thought that
is so hot, before I knew it I was on verge again I tried to fight it back but
SQUIRT!! I covered her entire face and hair with my sweet juices and I
collapsed to the floor.  Stacey had now turned so her pussy was pointed at me,
she began furiously rubbing her clit while arching her back. I watched as she
arrived at the moment of orgasm and she squirted all over me.  My hair and face
the dress, everywhere.  We both collapsed on the floor and lay there silently.
             Coming back to my senses I realized that we had just squirted
pussy juice all over the dress I was going to use for the party.  Now due to my
impulsiveness there is no point to me being here and I am going to have to find
another place to get a dress.  In my haste I hurriedly got up and began to
dress. 

“Where are you going in such a hurry?”

“It looks like we ruined this dress, I need to find
another one.”
“Not to worry, this one is not even the right size, I mean it fits you nice but
I have another one for you that will fit much better. It is on the house if you
want to borrow it.” 

I guess, the play was enough payment for her, but I did not want to owe her or
anyone anything. 

“Stacey, I appreciate it, but I am not one to not pay my debts.”
“I understand”
             It seemed as though she knew what I was saying is I did not want
charity, so I settled up with Stacey, then took the garment bag back to my car
and hung it up in the back seat, closed the door and proceeded home. 
             I had some time before I was going to have to go to the party, so
I went to have a nap.  I slept and some very naughty dreams began to fill my
slumber.  The dreams were of being in a room full of horny men using and
abusing me in any way they felt necessary.  I woke up so wet that I wanted to
masturbate, but knowing the evening I had in store, I felt I should save
something for the boys.

              Going into the shower, I washed up and
made sure that my body was still entirely hairless.  I was so soft and smooth
what a great feeling.  I hope this group of Alpha Males is ready for me. 

I got dressed in my new
shiny French Maid outfit, I know it was cliché, but when looking in the mirror
it was indeed a sexy outfit.  The way it accentuated all of my curves and how
it was so low in the front you could almost see my nipples. The outfit was
having a hard time containing my heaving breasts.  I turned around to notice my
upturned skirt with the white frilly bits barely covering my ass. If I was not
in it, I would be turned on by the person wearing it.  Coming back to reality I
placed long coat overtop so as not to be noticed for my sexy outfit, until I
was ready to be noticed.  No need to rouse any unnecessary attention from the
public.