Caught: Contemporary Taboo Romance (10 page)

“Stop that,” I hissed.

“What? You don't like big sausages on your pizza, Tiffy?”

I glared at Todd. If I had a wish I would've used it at the moment to turn him into a toad. He was being such an asshole – especially after what I'd done for him earlier in the night. I sat down at the table and opened the box, steam escaping. After eating a slice, I began to feel a little better. Todd continued teasing me throughout dinner.

What was strange was that the more he did, the more I wanted him to be the one who fucked me first. The pizza didn't stand a chance with the three of us at the table. In no time at all, the whole thing was gone. Mom belched, got up, and left the room as she lit another cigarette. I thought about disappearing to my bedroom to get online, but instead I stood up and began taking the plates over to the sink.

“Want some help with those, little lady?”

“Sure.”

I filled the sink with warm soapy water and began washing the plates and cups we'd used for dinner.

With my mom in the very next room, he touched my hands, my arms. Then he reached up and squeezed my left breast through the white cotton t-shirt I was wearing, causing me to swoon. I thought I was going to pass out. I'm not sure what made him so sexy to me, but just his touch was making me wet. After letting him get a feel for a moment, I backed away.

“Stop that.” I slapped his hand away when he tried to reach for me again. “Later,” I whispered, causing his eyes to open wide.

I smiled, twirled and left the kitchen. In the living room, I sat down on the couch to watch some television. Mom was in her bedroom listening to music. I knew she'd pass out soon enough, but I couldn't wait. The desire for Todd's cock had grown throughout the day. I'd been so close to being fucked for the first time, but once again it hadn't happened.

“Whatcha watching?” Todd asked as he sat down next to me on the couch.

“Television.”

“Don't be a brat.”

“Yeah? What are you going to do?”

“I'm going to spank you.”

“With my mom in the next room?”

“Yes. I'm going to spank your bare ass hard enough that it stings.”

“Whatever, Todd. You're such a perv.”

I stood up and turned. With my ass facing him, I bent down to touch my toes, not even pretending that I had to pick anything up. Will he understand my invitation? I wondered as I walked out of the living room and made my way down the hallway to my bedroom. My pulse already racing as I thought about what I wanted to do from him, I shut the door but didn't lock it.

Five

Later that night, I awoke to a noise in the hallway. I sat up in bed as my door opened slowly. A dark figure made its way into my room. Todd shut the door just as slowly so that it didn't make any noise. I took a deep breath as I watched him tip toe across the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, causing the mattress to sink a little and me to roll toward him.

“You came,” I whispered.

“Not yet, but soon. In that tight pussy of yours.”

“Oh, daddy.”

The moment the word left my lips, I could tell it had an effect on him. He jumped into motion, bending down and kissing me on the lips. His tongue made its way into my mouth as my arms wrapped around his midsection. He was really fit for his age. I reached down and felt between his legs. This caused him to stop kissing me. He stood up and took his shirt off. I watched as he then took off his sweat pants. That huge, thick cock bobbed up and down in front of him. I moved back on my queen size bed.

“Lay down,” I said.

When he didn't listen and tried to move over to kiss me, I pulled back.

“I said lay down. We do this my way, daddy, or no deal.”

He obeyed. When he was in position, I straddled his face. His tongue began to lick my pink slit as I bent down to take his cock into my mouth once again. My breasts pressed against his rock hard stomach as I slowly licked his shaft. I didn't want him to come too quickly again. The more he licked, sucked and kissed my pussy lips, the more I touched his dick with my lips and tongue.

When I was nice and wet and he was hard and ready, I climbed off of him. After turning around, I straddled him again. This time, my pussy was poised above his cock. He reached down and took it in one of his hands. As he held it straight, I lowered my body on it. Inch after delicious inch entered me. The penetration felt wonderful – much better than any of the fake cocks I'd stuffed inside my tight hole.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I moaned when I finally got him all the way in me.

He grunted and pushed his hips upward. His cock pushed inside me just a little bit more. I felt like a dirty whore as I lifted myself off of him. As I fell on him again, he pushed up. After a few tries, we found a rhythm that worked for both of us. His hands grabbed my breasts, twisting my nipples as I rode him. I bounced up and down on that beautiful cock. My eyes closed as I tried to stretch the moment out to infinity. I wanted to come and have release, but I didn't want the pleasure to end.

I slowed down slightly. He got the point and slowed down as well. After another minute or two, I climbed off of him and rolled over. On my knees with my ass lifted in the air and my breasts pressed against the comforter on the bed, I turned my head and looked him directly in the eyes. I had seen the same look from a lot of other men who had wanted to fuck me.

He wasted no time getting behind me. I felt his strong hands squeeze my ass cheeks as the tip of his dick poked me a few times before finding the right opening. He slipped all the way inside me, pushing me forward a little. I groaned as he began penetrating me over and over again. I loved the feeling of him being inside me. And from the sounds he was making, he liked it as well.

Then my first orgasm with a cock deep inside my pussy washed over me. He didn't stop pounding, and the feeling of that massive member fucking me was incredible – so much better than any of the fake ones I'd used before.

As my first orgasm began to drift away, I felt another begin to build up as he continued fucking me hard and fast from behind. With his right hand, he reached under me and began to gently rub my clitoris, bringing me even closer to bliss once again.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I gasped.

When he heard the word, he started fucking me even harder. I wanted him to impregnate me. If he got me pregnant, he would have to leave my mom and come live with me. With a baby on the way, I'd have to drop out of college and could let him support me. The details had to be worked out, but I was sure it was a good idea as he slid that thick, purple headed dick in and out of me while rubbing my clit with his firm, slick fingers.

“Come inside me, daddy. Please!”

My begging paid off as he plunged into me one last time. I actually felt his cock begin to throb as he shot load after load of hot, sticky cum deep inside my pussy. He continued to fuck me slower which pushed me over the edge again. I grabbed the sheets tightly in my tiny fists as my body began shaking from the inside out. As the afterglow spread throughout my body, I stayed in the same position. I wanted his cum to go all the way.

“I think you just put a baby inside me,” I said, turning around to see his face.

To my surprise, he was gone. The door to my room was open. As I sat on the bed, his cum deep inside me, I wondered briefly if he went to get something to drink. Then I heard the front door slam and lights across my wall as he pulled out of the driveway. He was gone. I cleaned myself and got dressed, hoping I had a baby growing inside me. Even if he didn't come back, I knew becoming a mother myself would change my outlook on the world. I would survive.

Dancer and Billionaire

One

Mia

As I walked into the club two weeks after I started dancing, the loud bass enveloped me like a warm blanket. A lot of the men who came through were complete assholes, but I was sure if I held out a few years I would come across a whale who wasn’t a prick. The wealthier men weren’t necessarily worse than the poor men. Money didn’t make a man act like an idiot.

I smiled and waved at a few of the assholes as I made my way to the back of the club to get ready for another long night. My new plaid skirt, white blouse and pigtails outfit would make me a lot of money. It was always strange to me that the sluttier I acted the more money I made. At the same time, if I acted too slutty, the men were even bigger pricks than usual.

With six other dancers working, the dressing room was almost full. I made my way to the station I shared with two other women. Neither worked weekends, which suited me fine. Like most of the guys, I found little to like in the other strippers. Almost all of them were poor, like me. I was lucky in that I hadn’t been knocked up. Without children, I still had a chance for a future.

My plan was to make enough money to enroll in a local community college near Lexington. After two years, I’d transfer my credits to a larger school, possibly Indiana University. The idea was to get an idea of what type of degree would be easiest for me to get – not to mention something I enjoyed. Stripping off my clothes and dancing was okay, but once I hit thirty years old, it would be harder to make a living.

“How you doing, Mia?” Tammy, one of the other dancers, asked.

“I’m fine. What about you?”

“Oh, my youngest boy is having problems in school.”

I nodded, hoping she didn’t continue. It wasn’t that I was cold or callous. I had to get into the right mindset in order to make the most money. If I was thinking about Tammy’s children, that would be even more difficult.

“Well, I’m out to the floor,” I said, standing up.

She frowned at me before turning back to her mirror, but I didn’t really care. At thirty-two years old, she was the oldest dancer in the club and had to get really dirty to make the same amount of money as someone like me who was over half a decade younger. I made my way out of the dressing room and into the darkness of the club.

The music was loud as fuck, but I’d learned how to talk to men with just a glance. Sometimes it took a shake of my tits or bending over to show my ass. Most of the time I could just look at one of the guys and get them to give me all their money that night. Giving private lap dances to six or seven regular men was nothing like landing one whale, a rich guy who could drop a thousand in a night and not think twice.

Most millionaires who came through the club had been coming for years. I’d gotten to know a lot of them by talking with the other dancers when I first started out. Since learning they were all greedy bitches who didn’t deserve my time, I’d tried to steal some of the whales for myself. After I caught my first one – and made eight hundred dollars in a night for a three hour lap dance – the others hated me.

Or maybe it was just my imagination. The only thing I concentrated on was the fact I was earning money to go to college and get an education. I desired to escape my backwoods life once and for all. While not sure where I would end up eventually, I knew it sure as hell wasn’t going to be anywhere in Kentucky. All I wanted was to spend four or five years saving money for a brighter future.

At twenty-three years old, I had at least that long before the men stopped looking at me with as much interest. The dancing actually kept me in good shape. Shaking my tail feather was productive in more ways than one. I had started off poor as dirt, and I needed to be as smart as possible in order to escape my lower class roots.

Two

Troy

When I turned twenty-one and inherited over seven hundred million dollars, I finally realize the definition of a trust fund baby. The circles of people I interacted with on a daily basis were boring to me. I’d spent twenty-one additional years turning the money into well over two billion dollars through a series of smart and savvy business investments.

At forty-two years of age, I’d become bored with it all. People hated when billionaires complained about anything, so I tended to keep my thoughts to myself. Well, other than the other billionaires and few millionaires I interacted with in person. With so much money, I was able to insulate and protect myself from ordinary people.

In the end, I craved someone who was normal, who could offer me even a little bit of normalcy in a world controlled by my money. Once people realized the amount of my wealth, they invariably treated me differently – especially the escorts. I’d thought about just paying some woman to spend her life with me, or even a group of them, but this idea wasn’t what I really wanted.

The perfect woman for me was on the bottom of the social scale who had a plan and desire for a better life without help from anyone else. After many hours of thought and research, I decided to visit the smaller strip clubs around the country. I visited twelve of them in the Midwest before I spotted a woman worthy of my attention.

I planned to pretend to be an ordinary millionaire. They were more common, but being one would allow me to spend a lot of money if necessary. The right woman wouldn’t care about the cash. She would understand the power struggle between the rich and the poor and have the willpower, strength, and determination to undergo whatever it took to get to the highest levels in society.