Paraded before the Billionaires (5 page)

The whole thing is
sick, sick,
sick
.

Max stands behind me, his cock ramrod
straight and pointing at my proffered genitals like a purposeful
finger. He grabs my horsetail and raises it to the right side in
the symbolic gesture of a female animal in heat flagging.

Then he impales me with his hard cock –
still cruelly strapped with the black bands with their silver
rivets. I gasp as the studded tool slides into my pussy. I can feel
the cold metal circlets grazing my tender vaginal flesh.

My bells jangle and clink against one
another, as do Max’s. We are a shimmering symphony of tinkles and
heat. Max penetrates me to the very end – until his head impinges
against my cervix. I can feel my juices start to secrete,
lubricating his studs.

“Ohhhhh,” I say, shutting my eyelids to
savor his turgid flesh inside me.

I am being doubly penetrated. Only a thin
membrane separates Max’s splendid cock from the dildo in my
asshole. The two rods rub against one another through my flattened
sliver of flesh, bathed in my viscous fluids – the animate and the
inanimate.

It’s surreal, and sublime, and
out-of-this-world bliss.

Max begins to move within my pussy. His
rocking is frenetic and harsh. The blunt rivets grate against my
vaginal walls – rubbing, massaging, stroking, coring. I moan and
make strange noises in my throat. Behind me is the slick
slap-slap-slap sound of his balls slamming against me. It’s a sexy
sound that sends my mind spiraling towards a vortex of ever
increasing desire.

Oh fuck me, Max!

Fuck me!

Fuck me!

Interspersed with:

Oh shit. His mother is watching this.

And I’m carried away again by the
fuck-fuck-fuck force of his hips and delicious cock slamming deep
inside me, ‘Mommy’ issues be damned.

Max’s grunts sound behind me as droplets of
his hot sweat fall onto my buttocks. He whams his schlong into me
just as his father did before him, and after him, and the faces of
both him and his father altercate in a mad succession inside my
head.

Oh oh oh!

Those rivets. His mother’s beaming face.
Those gimlet hard little beads of metal! The memory of his father’s
cock in my ass.

I’m scarcely aware of the ringmaster moving
behind Max. It is only when I hear the sharp k-r-a-a-a-c-k of his
whip against flesh that I jump.

“Aaah!” Max cries.

“Faster,” the ringmaster commands.

K-r-a-a-c-k!

Panting, Max increases his humping. The
bells clang in protest.

K-r-a-a-a-c-k!

My heart writhes for Max and the pain he
must feel from the bullwhip. I can discern the ringmaster behind
Max, bearing down on Max’s back with his twirling whip arm.

So Max is a stallion that must be beaten as
he fucks me, his filly. His moaning, writhing little filly – so
clearly in heat.

What must Max’s mother think?

I don’t know why, but my thoughts keep
coming back to her – this unknown woman who has given birth to the
man I love. Oh, I know what Russell thinks. (At least, I believe I
do.) But a mother must surely
feel
more for her son, whom
she has carried in her womb for nine months, and whom she has
suckled at her breast.

What must she be experiencing as she sees
and hears the whip licking the sweet muscled flesh of her son’s
back? Does she cringe as I do and whimper? Does she mentally sense
every excruciating blow as if she is the one that is being
whipped?

Or does she
enjoy
the whole thing
immensely, as Russell obviously does?

My contemplation of her twisted maternal
instincts dissipate as my charioteer steps up onto the stage. I had
not seen him in the hall, but here he is now. He’s a tow-headed
youth with a cruel mouth. No doubt he has been a bully in high
school.

He moves in front of me. He has something in
his outstretched hand.

It is a cube of sugar.

He holds it out to my mouth
contemptuously.

“Here you go,” he says as I take the cube
between my teeth. “Good girl.” He strokes my head.

Max doesn’t stop fucking me, just as the
ringmaster doesn’t stop whipping him.

I crunch the sugar and swallow the crystals,
feeling a rush of sweetness go into my head. The charioteer offers
me another cube, which I eagerly take into my mouth as well. And
all this time he is patting my head and rubbing my ears, as if I’m
a real filly.

“Good girl,” he keeps crooning. “Good
girl.”

The friction in my pussy escalates, and I
can feel the stirrings of an orgasm.

I kiss the charioteer’s palm that brushes
against my lips even as my body is jolted back and forth with the
fury of Max’s pounding.

K-r-a-a-a-c-k!

I hear Max’s shriek and bleed inwardly for
him. My mind is a whirlwind of pleasure and distress and pleasure
and pain, and oh, I think I’m going mad for the confusion of it
all.

I sense rather than see the carrot that the
charioteer holds out to me. It’s an orange blur, and as he presses
it against my lips, I can taste its coldness (straight from the
refrigerator) and its sweet vegetable tang.

“Suck at this,” he says hoarsely. “Suck at
it as if it’s my dick. Don’t bite any of it off or there’ll be hell
to pay.”

I take the carrot, thick end first, into my
mouth. I like carrots – whichever end goes in first and whichever
of my holes they go into.

I suck at it with all my might, with all the
strength I have left in my buccal muscles. I have to will myself
not to crunch down upon its texture, tempting as though it may
be.

I suck and suck until my eyes almost
implode, and my orgasm crests in a wave from my groin . . . which
sweeps up my belly to my shaking tits. And my entire body is
shuddering, and tinkling, and trembling, and screaming, and I don’t
know where the bells merge into my flesh and where I have become
horsemeat.

And oh, oh,
oh!!!

With a cry, Max releases his cum into me.
Like his father’s, it’s copious and tidal and wet and sticky and
never-ending. The satisfaction once again washes over me in a
tsunami. And my own sticky sweet carroty sugary orgasm goes on and
on and on – rendering me into undulations of ecstasy and nirvana
and everything good in this world and more.

And we are blissful and spent and panting
and still locked to one another, and the carrot is still in my
mouth (unbitten), and I’m still being triply penetrated. And my
senses are swarming back, oh-so-slowly, and I’m suddenly aware
again that I have an audience.

As does Max.

Max pulls out of me, suddenly embarrassed. I
don’t blame him. It’s humiliating enough to have your mother in the
audience at this school play you don’t want her to see.

Not to mention we’re not even over the crest
of the hill.

There’s

TALENTIME

DISPLAY

AUCTION

all yet to come.

Oh
shit
.

WORKS BY APHRODITE HUNT

The ‘Initiation’ series

Open Your Legs for Me

Blindfolded and Spread-eagled

Thighs Wide Apart

Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy

The Final Initiation

The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories

The ‘Initiation 2’ series

Open Your Legs for my Family

Bend Over for my Family

Publicly Display Yourself for Me

Sex Slave at Sea

Paraded before the Billionaires

‘
The Royal Captive’ series

Prince Miro’s Capture

Prince Miro’s Submission

Prince Miro’s Enslavement

Prince Miro’s Punishment

Prince Miro’s Escape

Prince Miro’s Final Confrontation

The Royal Captive: Vol 1 to 3

The Royal Captive: Vol 4 to 6

The ‘Naughty Nymphomaniac’ series

I was a Naughty Nymphomaniac

Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me

Gang Banged by the Chain Gang

The ‘Delicate Piercings’ series

Her First Clit Ring

Her First Clit Ring 2: Menage

The ‘Undercover’ series

Undercover: Exposing the Bad Doctor

Undercover: Stealing from the Sexy CEO

Hot, Wet and Steamy
(individual
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When He’s Inside You

My Stepson is a Naughty Stripper

The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter
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Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens

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