Page 60 of Feral
Lessons In Sin
Book 1
Ravished By My Stepbrother
Chapter 1
“Are you ready, M?” Josh, my best friend, and ex-lover says as I slip into my ten-inch blood-red stiletto heels. “The limousine is downstairs.”
“I’ll be down in three minutes,” I say, going back to the bathroom to check on my lipstick.
Four minutes later I am inside the car and I catch a glimpse of the driver’s face which looks vaguely familiar. His mouth is busy suckling on a toothpick as if it’s a woman’s nipple and he gives me a curt nod as I settle into the plush leather seat.
“Sorry for the hold-up,” I croon. “How long until we get there?”
“Ten minutes.”
I reach over and take a travel-size bottle of vodka from the minibar and down it in one go. I’m a little nervous and booze always helps take the edge off.
Almost nine minutes later, we pull up alongside a row of cars parked on the bustling street. The driver comes around and opens the door and I watch five men in suits begin piling into the back of the limo. The first thing that hits my nostrils is a rich, heady cologne, then, all eyes are fixed on me and I smile, taking in my clients for the night. All are white, mid-thirties impeccably dressed, and oozing sex appeal.
“Hi, boys, ready to party?” I tease.
My experience tells me that two of them are not going to wait until we reach the venue. They smile and I smile back, watching idly as they twitch in their seats, ready to get this show underway.
“You are beautiful,” one of them finally says and my smile is genuine now.
“Come here, gorgeous,” the one with a goatee says. “I want you to suck my dick nice and hard before I fuck your cunt.”
“Yes, Sir,” I croon, moving closer to him and taking him gently out. He's already rock hard so I slip him inside my mouth and start sucking when I feel hard, muscled hands sliding down my zipper and groping my breasts. I try to keep a steady pace sucking the hard cock in my mouth but it's hard to do when the man behind me shoves two calloused fingers deep inside my pulsing cunt.
“Wet and juicy,” the man breathes, coming closer and thrusting deeper now.
The man in my mouth comes with a loud growl of satisfaction and I eagerly swallow his hefty load, twitching in my seat as I approach my climax.
“Come for daddy, little slut, you know you want to.”
I let loose and coat his fingers with my release but I don't have any time to come down as my head is lowered again onto another fat cock and I resume sucking until he feeds me another warm load. I barely have any time to swallow the last of his cum when I am manhandled and pushed down again to suck on yet another cock, this one considerably bigger.
“You are going to love Gerry's cock inside your ass, later. That's it, take him deep inside your filthy little throat first. Taste him,” the man who granted me my first orgasm of the night croons and I suck until he finally explodes, filling me with more cum than I can handle. It coats my lips, and tongue and I swallow as he continues to unload, growling like a feral animal. The others cheer and when he's done, he slaps my cum-covered face and sneers.
“Good slut. I loved coming down your throat.”
I smile out of politeness, waiting for the last man to claim me. He doesn't make a single move, which baffles me, but only momentarily. I have come to learn that the silent, mysterious guys are always the kinkiest when it comes to sex. I lick my lips and turn his way, trying to coax a word out of my silent one. “Say, boys, what are you guys into these days?” My grin is unmistakable and I turn to look all five straight in the eye.
“I want to come all over your face. And inside your ass.” A regular vanilla one. Next, please.
“We want to fuck all your holes simultaneously,” the one who fucked my mouth first says. Hell, for the amount of money they're paying me I'd be willing to lick the soles of their shoes.
Still, no word from the mystery guy. “What about you, honey?” I tease. “What's your fix?”
“Devan doesn't talk much,” the same guy says. “He likes it rough.”
“Ahhh,” I say, finally figuring out why he hasn't made his move yet. The place isn't right for his dirty mind.
The driver parks the limo under the port-cochère of a five-star hotel and exits to open our door.
“Let the fun begin,” I say, more to myself than the group of men escorting me inside the familiar surroundings.
