Malik wandered through the halls of his lavish mansion. In fact, lavish would be an understatement. IT was much, much more. The place was less of a mansion and more of a palace. It consisted of over 100 bedrooms, kitchen, living areas, play areas, office space, and recreation areas which took up acres and acres of secluded land a few miles from the National Highway.

On top of the house the grounds contained an expansive garage which housed Malik’s second favorite interest- cars. The first interest being of course, the whole reason the house was built how it was, and also the reason it was so set back from the rest of the population. Without the exact geographical points given out on the invites of his frequent party guests, no one knew how to get to Malik’s most prized possession. His house of fun. His house of fuck.

Malik smiled at the odd staff member he passed in the halls, not hesitating to reach out at pat them affectionately. He loved his staff which consisted of a numerous amount of young men and women, none of which were over the age of 30, not bad considering he himself was only a mere 29. He had family money which his quick wit and brains had quickly helped to multiply.

But we digress, the reason he so loved to pet his staff was, well, they were naked. On his own decree all 200 staff members possessed healthy, toned bodies which barely ever wore clothes. Their uniforms consisted of nakedness or, for the men, bowties, knickers, or pants depending on the occasion, and for girls, nothing more than various assortments of panties and bras.

He sunk himself into the plush confines of a leather sofa in the recreation room. Turning on the TV he began watching a movie he’d wanted to see for a while. He flicked at a button on the remote next to him and in a few minutes a sexy woman appeared at the door.

“You called Malik?” He nodded absentmindedly, waiting for a song sequence to come on before instructing the girl to come closer. After she stood before him, braless and in a pair of hot pink crotch less panties, he had her kneel before him.

“Hey Babygirl,” his husky voice caressed her just like the fingers of the nimble hand that reached out to brush away a wayward piece of hair.

“Hello Malik,” she whispered back in a demure voice.

“Go on then,” he commanded, “I haven’t been here in two days you know that.” She knew what to do without further instruction.

Reaching forward, she ran her hands down Malik’s rippling abs, ending at the waistline of his well fitted dark wash jeans. Malik leaned back, resting his arms on either side of the couch as he felt her dainty hands running up and down his legs before ending up where he wanted them, inching down the zipper of his jeans and undoing the button as well. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the rough material as it slid away, lifting himself up momentarily as the girl slid down the jeans and boxers. Within seconds his half aroused member was carefully into her hands, caresses as light as a feather running up and down its impressive length. He grunted softly as moist lips found the tip, a pillowy tongue reaching out to run up and down the lengths.

The movie went unnoticed as his body- deprived of sex for more than 24 hours- gave into the delightful sensations delivered to him by knowing hands and a well-trained tongue. Before long he was read to cry out in release. He pulled back from her mouth, shooting out over her face and body. His hands clutched at the sofa’s armrests as her worked on pumping the last bit of him over her.

Finally his eyes opened, taking in the pleasing sight of a love slave covered in his seed. Reaching over he flicked another button, and within moments another slave had come into the room.

“Over here whore,” he leered at the new entry, “lick babygirl clean.” Babygirl knew without instruction that she was to present herself. Kneeling between his legs her arms stretched back as her hands held on her ankles.

“Good girl,” Malik commented. Reaching out he gave her right nipple a tug, smiling in contentment as it obediently rose up into a hard pellet. Malik kicked away his jeans while the whore that had just been brought in licked away at his semen spurted all over Babygirls face and upper body. When she was finished both sat back and waited for instruction.

Having gotten bored of the movie, Malik got up and walked away, a flick of his wrist sending both girls off. He made his way to the indoor pool, where, as usual, a few of his boys and girls sat enjoying themselves. When they noticed his presence, their heads went down in reverence.

Malik called out to a few boys and girls, settling himself on the cushions placed near the floor to ceiling windows of the pool room.

When the slaves he called appeared, he nodded appraisingly at the men whose dicks were hard and ready for performance. He had the two girls, a brunette and a blond, come over and straddle each of his thighs. A blond on his right and a brunette on his left, he could feel the wetness of their cunts. Prepared as always, he noted in appreciation. He made the girls crouch on either side of him, unceremoniously sticking two fingers up both their cunts.

He laughed as they cried out.

“You like that my pretty little whores?” He asked his husky voice.

“Oh yes Malik,” the two girls dutifully replied in gasps.

Malik pulled out his hands, then had the four guys he’d called come closer. Two of them began throatfucking the girls who were now on their backs. A third girl was called over from the pool and she began to girl Malik a blowjob. When he was hard enough he pushed the redhead away and went over to the blond, sticking himself into her wet and glistening cunt. As he pumped into her, he had the redhead come over and lick at the blond’s clit, reveling in the soft mews which erupted from his quarry.

One of the boys was called over to fuck the redhead while another was employed in caressing the blond’s nipples and making them hard. Soon the brunette and the boy mouthfucking her were called over. He was instructed to fuck her in the cunt while her tongue was employed at licking Malik’s dick when he came out from the blond’s cunt.

The girls were mewing, moaning, and calling out for release. Eventually the overload of sensation made the blond cry out in orgasm; her cry triggered the brunettes and then the redheads.

Malik made the four boys stop their work. The blond was lifted up and brought into a doggie position. Malik reached out and slapped her ass, grinning as she cried out. The men were instructed to bring out the toys. A vibrator was inserted into her asshole and her leaking cunt received another. One of the slave boys began whipping her upturned ass and pussy with Malik’s belt. The brunette was kept busy giving a brunette boy head while another one took her cunt and simultaneously shoved beads into her gaping asshole.

The redhead had been seated on Malik’s lap, his engorged and enormous dick shoving its way up his tight hole while the fourth boy lubed up her ass. She cried out, clutching at Malik’s shoulders when the slave boy began shoving her hard member up her ass. After a while Malik reached over and grasped the blonds leaking cunt, he pulled her over and shoved her face into the junction between his and the redheads bodies, she was told to suck on the redhead’s clit. The boy who had been whipping her stopped and began throatfucking the redhead. Malik reached up and felt the boys engorged member, feeling himself get even more turned on as the dick writhed in his hand.

Letting the boy continue with the deep throating, he began slapping the red heads boobs, enjoying her yelps of pain mixed with pleasure. The blond was still occupied with the redheads clit, her ass was raised in the air, two vibrators the only thing dealing with her sex. Malik grabbed a paddle and began slapping her ass cheeks one by one, laughing as she whimpered. Soon the brunette crawled over and she was sucking the blond’s cunt. While the boy who had been throatfucking her took out the vibrator in the blonds ass and began fucking her there. The other boy took himself out of the brunettes pussy and began cunniling her.

Malik could feel his release building up again, he commanded the slaves to come with him. As the first of his seed began shooting up the redhead’s cunt, she let out a scream of release, triggering the boy up her ass to pump faster and expel his seed; the boy in her mouth grabbed ahold of her head and shoved his dick down her throat sending all the jizz down it.

As the redhead shoved herself harder onto the two cocks inside her, she thrust onto the blond who squealed in release as well, causing the boy fucking her to come and drop bits of cum onto the brunette who took that as her cue to yell in release. She shoved her pussy into the last boys face, and he kneeled, using one of his hands to pump his sperm all over her body while the other pumped itself in and out of her cunt.

Exhausted the group collapsed together, crawling closer for comfort while the tremors of the extreme orgasms they’d experienced settled down.

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Joy’s back arched, her toes curling as she felt the rush of her orgasm coming. She grabbed Rich’s hair, clawing at him as she screamed through her clenched teeth. His face buried between her thighs, his tongue determined to make her ride the crest of her climax all the way to its end. She gasped as he suckled her sensitive little bud between his pursed lips, and finally she found her words.

“Baby, stop!” she panted. “God…oooooooh, stop already! It’s sensitive right — mmmmm- right after I cum…” She swatted him on the top of his head and tugged at his mop of wavy brown hair playfully to get his attention.

Rich snickered to himself as he finally released Joy’s stiff little nubbin, and she collapsed back onto the bed. He gave her stiff clit one last lick, making her yelp, and reluctantly withdrew from her, palming his chin and lips dry from her spend. He opened his eyes, admiring the manicured triangle covering her sex, the pink folds of her vulva still glistening. His gaze travelled up and over her mound, admiring the sexiness of her belly — she was in shape, her belly flat without being muscular. Up to her chest, her small but very perky breasts capped by dark pink nipples and wide areolae. Finally to her pretty freckled face, flushed with pleasure, framed by a corona of curly, tousled, and thoroughly just-fucked dark blonde hair.

Rich and Joy had been dating for about two months. They met through a mutual friend at a party one night, and the chemistry was instantaneous. She’d never fucked on the first date before, but Rich was gorgeous, charming, and smooth as silk. He turned out to be not only well endowed, but also incredibly creative in bed. Compared to her four previous lovers (well, six if she counted the couple of “just a blowjob” guys she’d been with), Rich was an Adonis. She wasn’t entirely sure it was love, but it was damn sure lust.

She reached down and stroked his hair, and she whispered to him, “How do you want me?” He responded without words, turning her hips and pulling her backwards. She rolled over onto her belly, letting him pull her hips back, head down, her wet sex exposed to him between her spread thighs. She felt the sting of his palm as it landed smartly against her ass as he spanked her playfully, and she cooed, sighing with approval.

He smoothed his palms over the twin globes of her derriere, admiring the view. Joy had a lot of assets, but her best “ass”-et was perfection. He smacked her bottom again, the supple skin bearing a light pink hand-shaped print, and she moaned gently. She loved being spanked during sex, and she loved it rough. He reached into the nightstand drawer, fished out a foil packet, and quickly tore it open. He slipped two fingers between Joy’s soaked labia, teasing her as he pinched the tip of the condom with his free hand and rolled it down his shaft. Walking on his knees, he poised his narrow hips behind her, slipping his thick member over her entrance. He entered her slowly, and they groaned together as his cock sank inch by inch between her thighs.

“Ohhhhhh, Jesus, baby…so big…” she wailed as he began to saw in and out of her, hips thrusting, loving the sensation of his length. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her backwards as he drove into her, harder now. His swinging balls slapped against her exposed clit with every inward thrust. She matched him grind for grind, slamming her ass backwards against his hips as he pounded her, jarring her forward again as his cock bottomed out. She began to wail loudly, and recognizing her signals, he pumped faster, faster, anxious to explode in unison.

Lightning struck for Joy mere seconds before her lover’s grunts turned to howls, and she felt the peaks and valleys of the wave of her orgasm spread through her body like an earthquake, of which her womb was the epicenter. She was trembling, as was he, and her seismic waves only began to widen and lessen in intensity as his hips slowed and finally stilled. His deflating cock fell out of her, slapping against his thigh wetly as he huffed and puffed. The blonde rolled to one side of her queen sized bed, and her counterpart to the other, both of them slick with sweat and reeking of sex. After stripping off the condom and discarding it in the wastebasket beside her bed, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply, and smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “Damn, Joy…you are SO amazing,” Rich whispered.

Rich was definitely into this girl. He’d been certain when they met that she would be little more than a one-night stand, one more notch on the old bedpost. He knew the routine — brush them off gently, tell them you don’t want to tie them down, blah blah blah. Especially when they were twenty, like this one was. He was twenty-eight, fit, tan, and hung. He also had money, enough to entertain a different twenty-year-old every night of the week. Joy was different, though. She wasn’t just a dumb blonde piece of ass from the University — this one had something dirty hidden down deep. There was something naughty buried below the surface, and Rich couldn’t wait to find out what that something was.

He stroked her face; their gaze locked, and kissed her again. He slipped his fingers down her face, trailed across her throat, and came to rest on her teacup breast. Joy sighed with pleasure as he stroked her nipple, teasing her, gently twisting and caressing it between his fingertips. She reached down between his legs, and felt his cock already regaining some length. “Again?” She laughed.

“You keep stroking me like that and yeah, ‘Again’!” he replied. Rich thought again about what her little taboo might be, and what it was about her that was so compelling to him sexually. He grinned as he thought of a creative way to find out — he’d done this before with girls to get them to try something new (usually anal sex), and it always yielded results.

“Joybaby,” he said, looking into her blue eyes. She shivered, loving his little pet name for her more every time he said it. “What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever fantasized about?”


Rich recognized the non-response as a stall tactic — which meant he was on to something. She DID have a little secret. “Tell me. What do you fantasize about that drives you crazy, but you’re afraid to try it for real?”

Joy paused, then giggled. “I’m not telling you that. It’s private.”

“Yeah, but I want to know what turns you on.”

“Your cock. Your ass. Your cum in my mouth.”

“That isn’t what you masturbate about. What’s the hottest fantasy you’ve ever had? Something that you couldn’t get out of your head…”

Joy was quiet for a moment. She could tell that he was really interested, and not just to get her ready for another round of sex. Finally, she responded.

“I dunno, it’s kind of hard to talk about.”

“Yeah, but maybe I can help make it real for you.”

“I doubt it, baby.”

“What do you mean, ‘doubt it’? You think I can’t do kinky?”

“Don’t get defensive, Rich. I KNOW you know kinky. And you’re AWESOME at kinky. But this is probably the ONE thing you can’t make real for me sexually.”

Rich thought about it for a second, and then grinned. “I love a challenge — try me.”

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and in a rush of words, spoke aloud for the first time to another person about her fantasy. She trusted Rich, and knew he wouldn’t judge her or think she was crazy. As he listened, Rich nodded in the right places, prompting her further with questions, wanting more information. Of all the girls he’d taken to bed, and all the crazy things he’d heard girls admit to masturbating to, this was a unique one. As she continued to talk more animatedly about her secret desire, he absorbed every word, trying to formulate a plan to make her fantasy a reality.

“Rich? Hello? Earth to Rich, asshole!” Joy punched him in the arm, lightly, finally getting his attention. Between her confession and the mental image of it playing out, he’d kind of zoned out. Rich could tell from the flush of her skin and the shine in her eyes that she was turned on again from having shared this rather unique fantasy. He laughed, rolling over on top of her, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head against the pillow.

“Well, until you get that fantasy fulfilled, I guess you’ll just have to settle for me fucking your brains out to keep you satisfied!” His cock now fully engorged, he slid into her sodden sex again, and they began to burn together slowly, passionately, a fire fueled by fantasies revealed.


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