Hell, not ever.
But I did want to see how far I could push her. Would she tell me no in the end? We would have to finish the game and wait and see. I was betting not.
Blair was a good time girl. My life was full of them. Every single club girl was like it. Out for the thrill of fucking a dangerous man. Blair was no different. She just comes from a more affluent family. A hoe was a hoe though, it didn’t matter if they were born with a silver spoon in their mouth or not.
“Strip,” I ordered her before I had even potted the last ball. I already had her panties wadded up in my pocket, I wanted her dress as well.
I wanted her naked and willing for all my men to see. To touch if they wanted to when I was finished with her.
Yes, I was an asshole. I had never pretended to be anything different. Not in front of my men, not to my ex-wives or my numerous girlfriends and definitely not to the women who hung off me in the hopes I would let them service me.
Blair hesitated only a second and then she pushed the slinky dress down her hips and stepped out of it. Standing there, tall and proud on nothing but sparkly heels and a come to bed smile.
“Where do you want me, big man?” Hand on her hip she studied me. She didn’t look behind her at all the expectant faces that were watching the show. Her attention was sorely on me. Her chest falling fast as she wet her lips with her pink tongue.
There were a million things I could do with that hot little mouth. And probably a million and one she would let me. But the truth was I was getting bored with the game now.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t gorgeous or that I didn’t want to bury myself in her. It was more the fact that I had caught sight of Gemma. Sat firmly on Wickeds lap.
Gemma.
Probably the one regret I had in life. Not that I would ever admit that to anyone. What I had done to Gemma had been unforgivable. It was something I had to live with.
“Bend over. Face flat on the table Blair. I want that ass up in the air.” I may have been losing interest in her but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to fuck her tight holes hard.
I had needs. And she was warm and more than willing.
“I thought you wanted your dick sucked?” The whine to her voice was off putting. It made her seem younger. And with every word she said I was losing more and more interest.
I had assumed she would be a good time. A new body to lose myself in that wasn’t one of the girls that hung around the club. But I was starting to regret that now. At least the club girls knew when to shut up and stop talking.
“You can suck someone’s cock afterwards, for now just stop fucking talking and do as you are told.” Freeing myself, I lined the swollen head of my cock with her wet slit. She was dripping. Turned on by our little game. I sank into her slowly.
She might be a whiny slut, who didn’t know when to shut up. But her pussy gripped me like a fist. Drawing me in inch by inch until my balls slapped against her ass.
I pressed her face down against the green baize, pistoning my hips to slam into her.
She was so fucking wet, our bodies meeting made a squelching sound with every thrust. And it still wasn’t enough.
Gemma’s face swam into view. For a second I paused, my movements slowing.
“Don’t stop.” Blair’s nails raked down my thighs as she reached behind her. Her voice was whiny again. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I slammed into her, making her squeal. And it all sounded fake to my ears. Like she was putting on a show for the people watching.
It didn’t matter to me though. I didn’t even see Blair when I looked down. It was another woman I pictured in my mind went I pressed my thumb Upton the first knuckle into her ass.
A woman’s face that I knew well. A woman who was watching us with a mixture of disgust and sadness on her stony face.
***
“That was amazing.”
I didn’t even bother to look at the woman laying face down on the table as I zipped myself up.
I wouldn’t have said it was amazing. It was passable. A release I needed but nothing more.
“Fancy round two big man?” Blair had turned her face to face me. Wiggling her ass seductively. I knew she wanted to tempt me. But honestly now I couldn’t see Gemma’s face in the gathered crowd I doubted I would have been able to get it up with a forklift.