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Her throat shakes and her lips quiver as she controls her anger. A wise woman would be frustrated by the contract. This night is a test. It doesn't assure her of the position to be my woman for my "island week." Carmen knows she's risking more than what she can gain.
Every two months, I hire the service of an escort and bring her to my private island in Hawaii. The island is also the headquarters of our exclusive billionaire’s club. More like the “Cheated Billionaire’s Club.”
My brother established the club a few years ago after his wives cheated on him. It was his way of revenge against women. On that island, the women treat us like their masters. They are nothing but pets or dolls. We dress them up, fuck them, and order them to serve us.
The escorts do it for the money. We pay them about a half a year’s worth of salary. They can also take home the dresses and shoes we buy for them. If they do a great job, we let them take some pieces of jewelry home.
The initiation is not a strict requirement. I'm the only one who requires it. I can't spend a week with an escort who is not to my liking. What will I do if I don't like fucking her? Some say pussies, mouths, and asses feel the same. But as a doctor, I know they're different.
Each body reacts differently. All pussies are tight, but it matters how the owner flexes them. Having a partner who can't move with my rhythm is useless. Like love, sex goes two ways. Nobody gets satisfied by only sticking his cock in a hole and ramming it. The receiving end should also enjoy it. Listening to a woman's moans and cries adds to the release of hormones in a man, increasing their libido and encouraging them to perform better. And when a man does well, he feels better satisfaction – a climax like no other.
“Should we stop?” I repeat in a stern voice.
But I pray that we'll go on. Carmen is a virgin, and it's been a while since I had one. It's enough reason for me to give in. But covering my cock with a condom doesn't satisfy me. I like feeling the natural heat of a woman's pussy walls squeezing around my cock. Especially with Carmen. I want to feel how her muscles throb from the pain of my shaft while it slides through her virgin pussy. The heat and the tension will be different. Her cries would be sweet and musical. Having her will be heaven. I won't let a condom block a drop of the sensation I can get.
I growl and roll away from her when she doesn’t answer. She rises from the bed and turns to where I am. “Wait,” her lips twitch. She drops back to the bed. "Do whatever you want."
The side of the blindfold darkens as her tears wet it. The tears sparked hesitation in me. But Carmen is too damn hot and sexy! I can’t let the night go without having her.
I climb back to the bed and kiss her. She responds better to my kiss, but I still feel her frustration. I play with her tits using my mouth and excite her slit with the beads. She can't hold back her moans; her body can no longer resist the pleasure she knows.
“Wait,” she pushes her hand but fails to reach me.
I take her hand, lick the palm, suck two of her fingers, and kiss the back before placing it on my chest. “If it hurts, press it hard against me. I’ll make it right.”
Carmen takes a deep breath and presses her palm on my chest. She bites her lips while I push the beads away from her slit and spread her legs wider. Her fingers curl on my chest as I lubricate my staff in her moist slit. Before she can stop me again, I push the tip into her pussy. Her overflowing wetness allows my shaft to slide deeper until her hymen blocks me. She pushes her hand hard on my chest; her nails bury into my skin.
I hold her hand to relax it. “Fight me. Push it like you’re having a baby.”
Carmen takes a deep breath and pushes. Her walls contract: I swiftly thrust my tip, breaking the barrier. She slams her other palm on the other side of my chest while crying softly. I move into her gently to ease the pain, but her cries grow louder as I push my whole shaft inside her.
Ah! I look forward to this. Her walls cry against my shaft while squeezing it tightly. The proof of her innocence drips onto my length. Her throbbing muscles tickle the nerves around my crotch, filling me with greed for desire. I stay still and savor the moment until she twists at the growing sting inside her.
The side of the blindfold becomes darker with her tears. I lean down and kiss her. I end up pushing deeper into her. She groans into my mouth. I pull away from her and replace her hands on my chest. Her mouth parts and her palms push me slightly as I thrust my hips against hers. Her legs curl up as she instinctively finds a position that lessens the pain.
Her cries are short, and heavy breaths accompany them. Carmen is an intelligent virgin. She adapts to the situation well.
And just as I told her, she presses her palms hard on my chest when she can't take the pain. "Sir," her cries slowly turn into melodic moans as I move my hips slowly but make long thrusts. Her moans become shaky when I move fast and deep after her hands relax on my chest.
After a few moments of changing the rhythm of my thrusts, Carmen moves along with it. Her hands slide to my shoulders while her legs wrap around my hips. When I lean lower and catch her mouth, she holds the back of my head and lightly scratches my scalp.
“Tannie,” I don’t moan my escort’s name, but I called her while ramming against her.
I increase the intensity of my thrusts, but Carmen doesn't warn me about her pain anymore. She counters my thrusts with her hips. She's like a flower slowly blooming before my eyes.
“Sir,” Carmen scratches my back and presses her toes against my butt.
I gag her mouth with a kiss to stop her from calling me. “Hold it in. I want you to cum with me.”
“But....”
“My body. My rules.”
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