“Now…are
you ready?” She tested.
“Yes.
I’m fine. I promise.”
She smiled
a deviant smile as she walked toward me. She circled me and moved my hair from
the front of my shoulder to my back. “Who’s holding the control, Bella Rosa?”
she asked in her domineer tone.
“I am,”
I replied.
“That’s
my girl, now you’re going to put these nerves to rest and show these men how
confident you are. You’ve got the looks. You’ve got the body, and you need to
have the confidence, my beautiful girl. I want to see you express that authority.
Do you understand me, Ysabelle?” She asked, raising her voice and causing me to
jump a little.
“I’m
sorry, Madam. I understand everything.”
“You are
in control. You don’t ever forget that. These men do not pay for a little
girl.”
I
learned right then and there that Madam was to be respected. She didn’t fuck
around and I needed to choose and pick my battles.
“I’m
ready, Madam,” I promised.
“Follow
me,” she ordered.
“Where
are we going?” I asked as she led me down the long corridor.
“It
seems that you have created quite the bidding war around here. I am going to
talk some business, while you observe Brooke for a bit.”
I didn’t
reply.
Observe Brooke?
Madam
never even knocked on the door. She opened the door as if she owned the place
and could do whatever she wanted.
The man
that Brooke was entertaining sat in a chair, fully clothed in his expensive
suit and tie. Brooke stood in front of him wearing a black lace bra and
panties. Brooke winked at me. She knew what was going on.
Madam
led me to a sofa and bent to my ear. “Don’t talk, only watch. I will be back for
you in a bit,” she demanded, leaving me with a kiss on the cheek.
“Don’t
touch her, Ricardo.” she demanded with a straight finger from him to me.
I
watched Madam walk out with an ominous look. I’m pretty sure it was a warning
look. I turned my attention back to Brooke and Ricardo. I was surprised by how
Brooke made this seem comfortable. It wasn’t dirty or tainted at all, not like
I was expecting. It was erotic and sensual, enough that I could already feel
the wetness between my legs. I wanted to be a good girl, too.
I
watched as Brooke seduced Ricardo with the movements of her body. She carefully
mesmerized him with the look in her eyes. Her demeanor said everything without
needing to use words.
Ricardo
was the pawn, he was the toy, and he was feeding off her confidence and
movements. The way she swayed her body insinuated sex and she wasn’t even
touching him yet. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was stunning.
She got
on her hands and knees and crawled over to him. Once she was between his legs
she pressed her breasts on the bulge of his pants. She removed his hardness
from his slacks and slid his cock between her breasts, gliding up and down. He
groaned when she took him deep into the back of her throat.
I turned
and saw Madam quietly wave for me to join her from the cracked door. I didn’t
even hear her open it.
“Are we
good now, Ysabelle?” she asked.
“Absolutely.”
“Fabulous.
Darling, we had a little bit of a bidding war with our men this evening. It
seems as though the gentlemen all want a piece of the action.” She boasted
raising her eyebrows.
“I
didn’t want to overwhelm you too much for your first time, so we came up with a
happy medium. Gabriel wants you more, he paid top dollar for you. Here’s the
catch…the rest of the men get to watch.” She paused for a moment.
“Don’t
you worry your pretty little head, it’s only the three suitors you met
downstairs. And me of course. I wouldn’t leave you alone, Bella Baby, at least
not your first time, don’t fret.
No one
is allowed to touch you other, than Gabriel.” Madam explained, as we walked
towards our destination.
Now I
was intimidated. I didn’t want to make the same mistake and disappoint her
again.
“Bella,
my love. Stop worrying about pleasing me, and focus on pleasing yourself. This
is about you, and nobody else.”
How
the hell did she do that?
Madam
opened the massive door and led me to the most elegant bedroom I’d ever seen.
The walls even looked to be stone. I knew that it was probably some kind of
stucco or something, they were amazing. I could describe this room to tee. I
was astonished by it. I will never forget the first room that I entertained in.
Gabriel
was sitting on the edge of the four poster bed. His legs were stretched out
with his elbows leaning on them. He noticed me and immediately smiled.
The
other gentlemen were sitting in three separate chairs, just waiting to observe
the display.
Madam
never said a word. She made her way to a bistro table in the corner, trying to
make herself as invisible as possible, I was sure.
Gabriel rose
and poured me a glass of wine.
“How
about you sit right here, Ysabelle?” he said patting the bed beside him and
handing me the glass of wine. I sipped the wine and smiled a seductive smile.
“How about
I sit right here, Gabriel?” I offered moving to his lap.
“Hmm…”
he agreed, running his hand up my dress.
I placed
my hand over his, stopping him when I realized he was going for gold.
“Now,
now, Gabriel, do you really want this to be over so soon?” I said, running my nail
down the front of his gray dress shirt.
“No, what
I want is for you to suck and then fuck my cock.” He said, in almost a heated
tone.
I stood
from his lap, not speaking, only staring down at him with the same smile that
Brooke had used on Ricardo. I took a sip of my wine and set it on the table.
“Stand
up Baby,” I ordered, and just like that, he was in front of me.
I
loosened his tie and held onto it with both hands. “Is that what you want
Gabriel…how do you want me Baby? Huh? You want me on my knees?”
“Fuuucck
yes.” He stammered.
I
unbuckle his belt and it fell to the floor with a thud. His zipper was next and
his pants dropped to the floor.
Gabriel
liked to go commando.
His
thick cock sprung up at attention.
“I’m
happy to abide,” I whispered, in his ear.
He
pulled me closer to him and I turned my face to the side.
“What? I
can’t kiss you?”
“Right
here,” I replied, placing my finger on the corner of my lip. He kissed the side
of my mouth and moaned.
“You
smell fucking amazing,” he whispered.
“I am
fucking amazing, Gabriel,” I assured him.
I
immediately dropped to my knees and stroked his cock. He moaned in
appreciation.
“Fuck Baby…put
your lips on my cock. Let me feel your soft warm mouth on me.”
I licked
all down his shaft and circled the tip of his cock with my tongue. I could
taste the pre-come, it only made is easier for my hand to slide up and down.
Finally, when I thought he couldn’t take anymore teasing I took him deep in my
mouth and hummed.
I used
my hand and mouth at the same time until he roughly grabbed the back of my
neck.
“Holy
shit Baby, you need to stop. Come here.” He pulled me up to his face and his
lips attacked my mouth. I was surprised. He tasted himself causing himself to
be more aroused.
Gabriel
was a hell of a kisser. He kissed me like he wanted to own me. His hands roamed
to the back of my dress, as he unzipped my gown, he slid it off my shoulders
letting it fall to the floor. I was standing there in nothing, but my panties
and heels. He abruptly stopped kissing me and turned me around.
Still in
a daze I opened my eyes and nearly fell over.
How
could I forget that I had an audience?
All
three men were stroking themselves.
Gabriel
sensed my hesitation. He jerked my head back by my hair and whispered in my
ear.
“No, no Baby.
Don’t let them change anything. It’s just you and me. Do you have any idea how
fucking jealous they are? Do you know how badly they wish they were me?”
He began
kissing the side of my neck while fondling both of my breasts, playing and
pulling on my nipples. Both his hands made it to the side of my panties. He
slid them down some, displaying my pussy for our guests.
His
fingers started to caress my clit, until I moaned shamelessly. Faster and
faster his fingers played with me.
“You
know it fucking turns you on to have people watching you. Come on Pretty Baby,
let them see you come.”
Holy
fuck, that felt good.
I could
feel myself about to come and then suddenly two fingers pushed into my pussy
from behind. I yelped in surprise.
Gabriel
continued his assault on my clit while he finger fucked me from behind. My head
instantly fell back on his shoulder as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“That’s
my good girl.” He praised.
“I
fucking love the way your pussy feels.” His fingers pushed harder against my g-spot
until I couldn’t help it anymore and I came apart.
“Yes…yes…just
like that…I’m coming…I’m coming…” I begged.
I barely
felt myself being moved until I was lying on my back in the middle of the bed.
I opened
my eyes to find Gabriel smiling above me with the most satisfied smirk on his
face. I turned my face and I caught Madam through the slits in my overactive
eyes. She smiled at me with a wink as she exited the room. I must have met her satisfaction,
either that or she didn’t want to watch him fuck me.
Before I
could even turn my head back Gabriel thrusted into me hard. My back
simultaneously arched off the bed from the pain.
Damn…not
even a little warning.
He
didn’t move and I suddenly felt all his body weight on me.
“You’re such
a good girl, Ysabelle. You feel tighter than anything I have ever felt before.
Tell me if I’m hurting you Pretty Baby, because I don’t think I will be able to
go slow.”
He
suddenly started thrusting in and out of me. I tried to moan and play my part,
the pain and soreness he was causing was hard to overlook.
Sensing
my apprehension, his fingers found my clit. He circled around my clit while his
thrusts became more urgent, more demanding.
I didn’t
think I could come again, until I started to feel the sensations in my body.
This man could control me. I could feel my pussy pulsating, my legs started
shaking, my vision became hazy, and I couldn’t stop the curving of my back.
“There
you are. That’s it. Just let it go. Just let me have it. Let me have it all. I
want it all.”
His
mouth covered mine to cover the scream and I came so hard I saw stars.
Each one
of the classy men kissed my hand and thanked me. It didn’t feel uncomfortable,
it felt normal. A part of me wondered if I would ever see any of them again. I
imagined I would.
The limo
ride home that night was extremely quiet. It was just Madam and I. I didn’t
know where any of the other women had gone, after my showcase, Madam and I
pretty much bid our goodbyes.
“Penny
for your thoughts?” Madam questioned.
“Mmm
hmm.”
“Care
to share, Doll?”
“I
was just thinking I feel pleased…excited. I’m on a high right now. Does that
make sense?”
“Perfectly.”
She reached into her clutch and retrieved a white envelope.
“This
Bella Rosa, will make you feel even higher.” I opened it and there before my
very eyes, were hundreds and hundreds of bills. I had never seen that much
money before.
“It’s
$80,000.” My mouth dropped open.
“You
made $160,000 tonight, Gabriel paid $100,000 to be your first client. I charged
the other suitors a measly $20,000, forgive me for that Bella Rosa, I had to
entice them regarding the price. I promise you they will pay more for you
later, that I can assure you. Enjoy it Bella Rosa, you will never forget your
first time.”
And so
it began…
The day
was finally here. After months of watching Julia plan with our mothers and go
slightly crazy especially in the last month or so, we were getting married
today. I had never seen so much preparation go into one day before. Julia asked
for my input in pretty much everything, I only cared about the cake and the
food. After that I sort of checked out.
Julia
was more than eager to have everything be absolutely perfect. We were getting
married at Coral Gables Country Club, the ceremony was outside in the courtyard
and the reception was being held in the Coral Grand Ballroom.
My
parents helped with the wedding and the last time I saw the budget it was near
six figures. Julia and I got in a minor argument over how much money was being
spent, she insisted that her parents had been saving since she was a baby, and
my parents wanted everything to be just as lavish.
I think
half of Miami and Fort Lauderdale were invited. Both our dads were doctors so
you can imagine how much clientele and relationships had been established over
the years.
I was
certain that I was more nervous than my soon to be bride down the hall. I
didn’t remember ever being so nervous before. It wasn’t the fact that I was
marrying Julia that had set me on edge, it was the fact that I was going to be
responsible for her well-being. My life was now going to change into providing
and taking care of her, it was no longer just about me.
“Hey,
Son,” my dad said, walking in and interrupting my panic.
“Hey,
Dad.”
“You
okay?”
“I think
so. I’m just nervous, you know? Julia is going to be my wife now. My
responsibility. I’m kind of scared about that. What if I disappoint her?”
My dad
smiled, and patted a chair next to him for me to sit down.
“You
want to know something, Sebastian?”
“Sure…as
long as we’re not talking about sex, I’m all ears.”
He
chuckled, “you’ve been responsible for Julia, since the day she was born.”
“I have,
haven’t I?”
“You
have. You know what else?”
“Mmm
hmm.”
“There
isn’t a man on earth that could do it any better. Being nervous like you’re feeling
right now, is perfectly normal. That not only tells me that you love her more
than you love yourself, you’re also going to make an amazing husband. You both
are very lucky to have each other. Now go marry your Babygirl.”
And
that’s what I did. I stood in the front of hundreds of people, half of which I
had no clue of who they were, nor did I really care. As I stood there the
nerves, anxiety, fear, and doubt were gone.
As
soon as I saw my Babygirl descending down the aisle to become Mrs. Vanwell, all
I thought about was how I got so lucky. My eyes never left her the entire time.
She was stunning.
I
hadn’t seen the dress at all, because Julia wanted it to be a surprise. I was
in awe of her; it was as if I was seeing her with new eyes. She was no longer
the spunky little girl with pigtails who had an obsession with wearing anything
that was pink.
Her
hair was in soft waves pinned to the left side of her face. She wore a white
lacy gown that was fitted all the way down her body. The neckline was low in
the front and the back, the dress had diamonds and pearls all over it to make
it look as if she was shining. Her train was at least five feet long and she
wore a flower where her hair was pinned. It looked like she stepped out of a
1950’s catalogue; she was classy, eloquent, and sexy all in one.
I
smiled a reassuring smile as her dad placed her hand in mine. We exchanged our
vows and kissed for the first time as husband and wife.
We spent
the better part of the evening, dancing in each other’s arms and enduring the
wedding traditions. Finally we were free to set about our life, and our
honeymoon which I had been waiting all day for. I couldn’t wait to get Julia
out of that dress, although she assured me we were doing it with her in the
dress. It was going to be a great night. I couldn’t wait.
That
night is one that I still fantasize about. We made love the entire night and
stayed up wrapped in each other’s arms watching the sun come up. That afternoon
we boarded a plane for our two day honeymoon to Belize.
Our
lives began, as Mr. and Mrs. Vanwell.
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One
year, had changed into two, and two quickly became three. I had been a VIP for
three years. Time flies when you’re blowing guys…just a little bit of humor for
you.
Those
first three years had been a whirlwind for me. I had seen and done things that
I never imagined were even possible. I had traveled on the arm of some of the
most beautiful men. I had dined in restaurants that charged money just to sit
down. I had been to clubs where I always sat in VIP or a private room, rode in
some of the world’s most expensive cars, been escorted around in private jets,
and joined the mile high club so many fucking times that I could be the God damn
president.
My time
was always worth something. Having very little moral compass, I believed that
anything could be bought, that everything had a price.
I had
met celebrities, politicians, doctors, lawyers, princes, CEOs, and much more. I
had formed relationships with each and everyone of them. I had been with more
men then I cared to count and women who will forever be embedded in my mind. I
learned all the tricks of the trade and had men groveling at my feet.
Married
men always liked it rough. Kinkiness didn’t just stop with putting your finger
up their ass. Dirty talk always worked. Bondage worked both ways. Anal sex
could be motherfucking amazing. Role playing and bdsm would always be in. Orgies
never go out of style. Fetishes are huge, and fucking on ecstasy was out of
this world. I fucked for both pleasure and pain, and always made it a point to
come first, literally.
I
had experienced more lust and passion than any person should be allowed, heard endless
amounts of proposals and countless I love yous. Jewelry and gifts became a
regular thing, and I had more money than I knew what to do with.
There
wasn’t any place on my body that hadn’t been touched. Just by looking at men, I
knew what they wanted. And women were beautiful creatures that were meant to be
cherished and embraced. I remained unattached where it mattered the
most…emotionally. I never allowed myself to care for anyone and that made me
even better at my job.
The no
strings attached lifestyle served its purpose for me. I felt like the only girl
in the world.
My
relationship with the other VIPs were meaningful. They had become sisters to
me. We shared this life together, our positive and negative experiences, our
thoughts, our secrets, emotions, and feelings. We compared notes and shared
tips. The
Cathouse
had become my second home.
Bless
his heart, Devon was still very much part of my life. I didn’t see him as often
as I would have liked, yet we remained close. As close as I would allow
anyways, he never asked any questions. Even after seeing where I lived, what I
drove, the clothes I wore, he never asked. I don’t know if he just didn’t want
to know or he just assumed that I could take care of myself. He didn’t have to
worry about me, he let me be.
Madam
still played a very active part in my daily life. Although, I did have the
liberty to schedule my own appointments if I wanted, I still liked to leave her
to take care of that aspect of my life. It was easier for me to be told where
to go and what to do.
The
clients and I didn’t always fuck. I would say that about 80% of the time, that
was expected. The rest fell into companionship, talking, and actual escorting.
I had my regular men that I saw a couple times of month, my married men, my
eternal bachelors, and even some newbies. I enjoyed the newbies they were fun
to feel out. I loved the thrill of being with someone new and what they could
offer me. I was selfish like that.
My
personality had even changed, I became stronger and wiser.
Jonathan
had become one of my regulars. He was busy, no time for women, but
did have his manly needs. I fulfilled that
need for him. He was the CEO of some organization in New York. He didn’t really
talk a lot about it, which was fine by me because I didn’t care to hear about
it. He was handsome, in his late thirties with black hair with some gray on the
sides, blue eyes, always sporting a five o’clock shadow, about 6’1”, and had a
great physique; he definitely took care of himself.
“You’re
blocking my sun.” I said, as a dark shadow was casted on me. I didn’t even
bother opening my eyes as I laid there in my birthday suit on my back.
“Well,
little lady are you trying to get a ticket for indecent exposure or just trying
to give my neighbors a heart attack.”
“Neither,
you said to make myself at home, so I did.”
“Do you
always lay around naked at home?” He questioned, in a husky, and curious tone.
“When
the mood strikes.”
“Hmm…you
look very tempting little lady. Are you sure you’re not trying to put on a show
for me.”
“Always
keep them coming back for more, Johnny.” I suggested, as I spread my legs just
wide enough for him to see.
He
hesitated and then spoke, “I have a conference call in a few minutes,
Ysabelle.”
“That’s
a shame, because I was hoping your mouth could conference with my pussy.” I
extended my leg up and started to rub my foot on his cock. “And from the feel of
it, your cock was hoping for that too.” I heard a disgruntled growl followed by
his phone ringing.
“This is
Jonathan.” He covered his phone with his hand. “Don’t move.” He said, pointing
his index finger at me before walking away.
“I
wouldn’t dream of it.”
I must
have dozed off. I woke to light kisses on my neck.
“Wake up
Sleeping Beauty, open up those angel eyes for me. I want to make you scream.”
My eyes started to open and that’s when I felt lemonade dripping on my lips. My
tongue instantly came out to savor it and then his tongue started to stroke
mine. He moaned in my mouth.
“It’s a
sin that you look this incredible naked. I can’t keep my fucking hands off of
you. Do you know how hard it is to not touch you, Ysabelle? Do you know that I
stroke myself to the images of you riding my cock? Being with you is never
enough.” He said, in between kissing me.
“God,
you’re so fucking sexy.” His tongue moved to my neck and glided to my breasts.
He took one nipple in his mouth while he fondled the other one. This never got
old. I loved it when a man’s hands were on me.
His
mouth devoured every inch of my body, until he was kneeling in front of me. He
roughly grabbed my hips and placed me on the edge of the chase lounger.
And then
his phone rang again…
“Fuck!”
He reached in his pocket and grabbed his phone.
“What! I
told you not to bother me. I have other things that need my attention.” I heard
mumbled voices on the other end.
“What
the hell do you mean?” He shouted as he walked back in the house. “That invoice
was sent months ago.”
I
guess I wasn’t getting my happy ending.
The
alarm on my phone went off reminding me that I needed to get going. Yes…I set
alarms for myself. Don’t you clock in from 9-5? Well so do I, so to speak.
I walked
into the house to go change. Jonathan was nowhere to be seen.
I
grabbed my things got dressed and left, turning from his driveway I read the
text.
J – Where
did you go?
Needy
little thing…
Y – Times
up big boy.
J – If
you come back, I’ll make it worth your while.
Y – Next
time!
J – I’ll
pay…
Y – You
shouldn’t have answered your phone. You’ll know better next time, won’t you?
J –
Devil!
Y – XO
Men…
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I
couldn’t believe it had been two years since we married. I drove home from a
very lucrative deal that day. I was on cloud nine. I was going to celebrate our
anniversary with my wife, my wife whom I loved and adored. Nothing could have
made me happier that day.
I had
planned on taking her out, wining, dining, dancing, maybe a few drinks, and
then I was going to bring her back to our home and make slow passionate love to
her. She had other plans.
She met
me at the door wearing a red bra with matching panties and a pair of fuck me
heels. My mouth instantly watered when I saw her. She was glowing. She slid her
arms around my neck and kissed me, really kissed me. I was ready to say the
hell with our evening and help her out of the bra and panties, the shoes could
stay.