23-year-old blonde and beautiful Maxi Pryde is newly wed to Dan Foley, an insurance salesman almost twenty years her senior.
Enter Connor Foley, Dan's staggeringly handsome 21-year-old son. He secretly works as a stripper with 'extras' on the side. After an initially awkward relationship, Maxi can't help but fall for Connor's rippled six-pack and firmly muscled butt - despite her true affection for his father.
Connor, on the other hand, is determined to introduce Maxi to the joys of bondage, food play and deep anal sex. But Connor harbors another secret - a dangerous one that will have far-reaching repercussions for the increasingly guilty Maxi.
This is a BDSM novella with a heavy emphasis on bondage and insertion play at 23,500 words.
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With his magnificent cock bouncing up and down, Connor walks to the woman seated at the right upper end of the 'U'. Squealing, she inserts a fifty dollar bill into his leather pouch. He stands still as she grabs his cock and caresses his shaft. Goggle-eyed with desire, she rubs his penile head, until he pulls away, but not before bending his head down to give her a kiss on the lips.
He moves to the woman next to her. She tugs at the clamps around his nipples. She slips another fifty into his pouch and starts to pump his cock with one hand while the other massages his scrotum. Laughing lightly and saying, "You're going to make me come, ma'am', and we can't have that yet," Connor pulls away . . . with mild difficulty. The woman's eyes are glazed with obvious desire.
Connor repeats this by going down the line, so that his pouch continues to be filled to the brim, and his nipples, chest, cock, ass and balls have been probed, squeezed, prodded, tugged and (wo)manhandled every which way they can. Some of the women even try to go as far as inserting their fingers up his ass hole, but he laughingly squirms away from that.
He's two women away from me. He hasn't seen me yet, and I turn my head and flip my long blonde hair over the side of my face. Every rational instinct is telling me to leave now, and yet, I can no more uncurl my legs than get up to walk.
He notices me only when he's being fondled by the woman beside me. He freezes, as I expect. The woman eagerly presses her lips onto his tumescent cock before he can say anything.
Alicia barges in like a schoolmarm. "No, no, no, you can't do that here, ma'am. If you get lucky, you'll get to do it later."
I'm not even going to mull over what she means by that.
Connor doesn't seem to be physically affected by what my neighbor is trying to do to him. He pulls away, and she grabs his cock hard. He finally notices this and gently unclasps her fingers from his iron hard shaft.
"Maybe later, ma'am," he whispers as he bends down to kiss her. She seizes his lips hungrily and squeezes his balls as she responds to his proffered mouth by French kissing him.
With difficulty again, Connor pulls away.
He only has eyes for me as he moves towards me, his penis standing like a sentinel before my breasts. They seem to point straight at my cleavage, revealed like a hidden valley by my woolen blouse.
I'm the only one in the room, aside Alicia, who does not have a fifty waving in her hand. I'm transfixed by Connor's cock before me. He is so close to me that his legs are literally several inches away from my bent knees. His cock is enormous before me, literally begging to be grabbed, squeezed and kissed. I understand why those women didn't want to let him go now. His balls are virtually hairless, and the skin on them is smooth. I can smell the raw sex that he exudes - primal and wanton and ravenous.
I have never seen anything so splendid in all my life. My pussy is a veritable waterfall, and I can feel my fluids trickling down my thighs.
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