Chapter 5

The sensation and the experience were intoxicating, surpassing any expectations Justin had harbored, and certainly worth every penny he’d paid for. This is the tightest cunt I’ve ever had. It gripped his invading cock with a slick, velvety pressure that upended his world and every reality he’d ever known. Sweet, sweet Dakota –Pamela – gave Justin Asher the urge to fuck more eighteen-year-old beauty queens. Her cunt resisted him, but that only made the conquest more satisfying, igniting a craving for more – more of her, more of the exquisite, all-inclusive pleasure that could only be found at Happy Ending Ranch.

Pamela’s cries echoed through the bedroom as the incredible fullness had overwhelmed her. With each thrust, Justin, in the doggy style position, admired the smooth contours of Pamela’s bare back, a mere hint of her stunning beauty. Ever since he spotted her in the lineup two-plus hours ago, Justin had been eager for this moment. Holding her hips with an unyielding grip, he ensured that despite her upper body’s movements, she remained fixed on the tormenting saddle of his cock.

Justin watched with a hawk’s predatory eye, unwilling to miss even the slightest detail as his dick flashed in and out of those pretty pink folds. Pamela moaned at the ferocity, her body pressing against the mattress, arms clutching the pillow to her neck and chest. Her mouth opened in a silent cry of submission, while her pussy lips seemed to beckon him, urging him to take more.

Justin shifted, planting his right knee on the bed and lifting his left leg for better leverage. As his cock slipped out of her, Pamela cast a desperate, pleading glance over her shoulder. The look in her eyes sent a thrill shooting through him, more exhilarating than any other sight yet this evening. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. The cock will be back inside you soon.”

Justin grasped his length, arousal coursing as he began to stroke. It felt strange at first, but soon morphed into a sense of power. Why shouldn’t he indulge in this pleasure if he wanted? If Justin chose to forgo fucking Pamela and simply rub one out, painting her ass with his cum and promising more later, wasn’t that his right?

I’m a paying customer.

Justin pumped for a few more seconds, enjoying the simple, hot idea that he could do it if he wanted, and if he wanted to tell Pamela to watch him, even, that too would fall within his rights.

Fixated on her pussy and the tantalizing image of her exposed anus, Justin crouched over Pamela and thrust back in. She responded with a loud, high-pitched whine, and as he accelerated his pace, she gasped out, “Thank you, sir.”

That small expression of gratitude would be seared into Justin’s memory forever. It took away every last shred of doubt he had about whether this was nothing more than a transaction to Pamela. No, she really wants me to fuck her. He realized there would be many parties to come with this gal, and he could not help looking forward to those times when he would lay claim to her in more decadent ways.

The thought alone made it impossible for Justin to maintain a slow pace. He fucked with an intensity, a savagery, he had never before experienced. Her sighs morphed into whimpers, then escalated to cries as he unleashed his darkest desires.

Justin’s libido dominated his thoughts, refusing to allow him to think about anything except having his way with Pamela’s cunt. Reaching out, he placed his hand on the back of her neck, thrilling at how she lifted her head, almost like a pet arching for its owner’s touch. Entwining his fingers in her blonde hair, Justin pulled Pamela’s head back further, asserting his control.

“Oh, God,” she cried. “I’m going to...”

Should he tell her not to come? Justin tucked that idea away for the future, relishing the thrill of controlling Pamela’s pleasure. Need to ... get to know her ... better ... first. But for now, he couldn’t imagine anything more exhilarating than driving his purchased girlfriend to the heights of ecstasy as he pounded into her.

“Are you going to come?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Come for me, young lady. Come on my cock.”

Pamela’s response was instantaneous – a long, piercing scream escaped her lips as she jammed her hips back to meet his. Justin transitioned to long, deliberate strokes, his left hand anchoring her waist while his right yanked on her hair. Despite her attempts to move, his hold kept her in place, allowing him to take his pleasure as he desired.

Pamela’s screaming fit lingered, and Justin felt her pussy contracting around his cock. The sensation, combined with holding her so tight, triggered his own climax. His thrusts grew frantic once more, hips pistoning back and forth until, with a massive shudder that plummeted through his body, he came. His heart pounded in a rhythm far quicker than the pulsating jerks of his cock as it released its seed, satisfying as it was.

Rules were rules, so Justin had been obligated to wear a condom since this was a brothel, but for a moment he regretted it. I’d love to put a baby inside her. It seemed like a wonderful act of mastery, of control. He wondered about the possibility of one day going the distance with Pamela.

This wasn’t supposed to be a long-term thing, right? In the span of two-plus hours, perhaps that had changed. Was it simply due to the sex? Justin realized that you weren’t supposed to find a long-term partner – hell, a wife – in a whorehouse, no matter how good the sex was.

But the idea of caring for Pamela outside the house in a manner that involved continually fucking her awakened something deep and profound within him. No doubt, she’s girlfriend material.

Check that; wife material.

“Justin?” came Pamela’s voice, muffled against the pillow. “Did I please you?”

“Oh, Dakota.” Justin combed a hand through his hair, eyes wide with wonder. “Oh, baby, of course you pleased me. That was ... I’ve never had sex quite so good.”

He hesitated, swallowing hard as if to compose himself. “Let’s lie down for a little while now. There’s still, what, forty minutes left in our party? I can’t stop thinking about something and I’d like to discuss it with you.”