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I met Markus at a fundraising dinner for an arts education nonprofit.
As a freelance writer, I often supplement my income with catering and bartending gigs, and on the night in question, I was the champagne-pourer. I was wearing the catering company’s standard all-black attire with my hair tied back simply, although I’d thrown on some red lipstick for a dash of sex appeal.
Markus was seated with other high-powered donors. He was dark-haired and handsome, and I estimated him to be about fifteen years older than me. I’d noticed him right away because of his good looks, but he gave off an intense vibe that made me hyper-aware of him every time I passed his table. I kept him well-supplied with champagne and entertained myself with sexy fantasies. He looked like the type who could dish out the fuck of a lifetime.
When I came by one last time with the champagne, he rested a hand on my arm and gently pulled me down so he could murmur in my ear. “I have a proposition,” he said, then slipped me a business card. “Call me.”
My stomach did flip-flops at that intriguing statement. I took the card and examined it once I was safely back in the kitchen. It was black with embossed lettering and listed his name and phone number — nothing else.
The gala finally ended, and I was free to leave. Before I lost my nerve, I called the number on the card. He answered almost immediately. “Hello?”
I was practically quivering with nerves. “Hi, it’s Rachel. From the gala. You gave me your card.”
“Ah, yes. The lovely champagne girl.” His voice was deep and as sexy as the rest of him. “You distracted me all night. I don’t think I heard a word of the speeches.”
The compliment made me blush. “You said you had a proposition.”
“I do,” he said. “I have a free weekend, and I’m hoping for some companionship. Would you be interested? It would be paid, of course.”
Was he offering to pay me for sex? I would have fucked him for free. Maybe I should have been offended by the suggestion, but I had student-loan debt and a pretty liberal view of sex work. “How much?” I asked. “And what would be expected?”
“I’m looking for a sexual plaything,” he said. “You’ll have a safe word for anything you aren’t interested in, but I want your pussy, ass, and mouth at my disposal for the entire weekend. Food, lodging, and clothes will be provided.” How does $10,000 sound for payment?
Holy. Shit. Ten thousand dollars? That would put a huge dent in my student-loan debt. I tried not to let any of my eagerness come through in my voice. “Ten thousand dollars should be fine. Any other things I should know?”
“I enjoy exhibitionism, which means people will be watching us. No one will know your name, though.”
A thrill went through me. I’d never had sex in front of other people before, but the idea had always aroused me. “Okay,” I said, and just like that, the deal was made.
We discussed a few particulars — how recently we’d both been tested for STDs, the rules for condom usage, and how he’d transfer the money to my account — and then he commanded me to change into something sexy and show up at his place immediately. I stopped by my apartment to shower and change into my best little black dress and some sky-high stilettos, then headed to the address he’d given me.
His house was in the Hollywood Hills, which was a neighborhood I’d never been to before. The road was narrow and wound steeply up between extremely fancy homes. A lot of celebrities lived there, and it was crazy to think that I might have anything to do with people this rich and important.
Markus greeted me in the driveway. He had shucked off his nice coat and rolled up his shirtsleeves, and the half-casual, half-formal look was incredibly attractive. He kissed my cheek, then gave me a grand tour of the home where I would be fucking for money for the next two days. The house looked like one story from the front, but it was actually three, positioned on the edge of a steep hill with the lower floors on the slope. The lowest level had a patio with an infinity pool, and the view over the city was gorgeous.
As I stood at the glass wall at the edge of the patio and stared out over the lights of Los Angeles, Markus came up behind me. He gripped my hips and held me in place as he started kissing and nibbling my neck. My nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric of my dress. I hadn’t worn a bra or panties, and that secret knowledge made me feel incredibly sexy.
He pulled me closer until my ass was nestled against his crotch. His erection pressed against me, and I shivered at how big it was. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.
“Look over there,” Markus said, pointing to a house on a neighboring slope. There was some kind of party underway, and people milled around on the patio. “Do you see the group in the corner? They’re watching us.”
Sure enough, there was a small cluster of people facing our way. As I watched, one of the men lifted something to his eyes. Binoculars.
My pussy grew slick at the thought. The party wasn’t that far away, which meant the binoculars would give those people a close-up view of my body as Markus fucked me. The thought made me moan, and I reached up to pinch my stiff nipples.
Markus moved my hands to my sides, then tugged the hem of my dress up inch by inch. The delightful anticipation made me squirm, and he held me in place by wrapping an arm around me. His big hand closed over my breast, and I gasped as he squeezed and kneaded it. That other hand kept raising my skirt up and up until I was finally bared to the waist.
He hissed in a breath when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties. “Naughty girl,” he said, running a finger over my bared pussy. When he parted my pussy lips, the cool night air brushed over my wetness. He sank a finger into me and slowly fucked me with it, and with each movement of his hand, his palm rubbed against my clit. I groaned and clutched the patio railing, bracing myself against his increasingly rough movements. It felt so good, and I got even wetter. I could hear the wet sound of him pumping in and out of my body, and soon that small penetration wasn’t enough.
“More,” I said. “I need more.” I arched my body, rolling my hips for him and the strangers watching.
Markus pulled his fingers out of me and spun me around, then grabbed my jaw in one big hand. “I give the orders. Now take off your dress and get on your knees.”
The domination was hot, even though I mourned the loss of his fingers. I stripped the dress off over my head and let him ogle my bare body for a few moments, wiggling my ass for the peeping Toms before sinking to my knees.
He grabbed my hair in a firm fist and unbuckled his pants with the other hand. He pulled his erection out, and it was the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. I opened my mouth, and he pushed it between my lips without hesitation. It was hard to take all of it, but I relaxed my throat and let him sink deep. He held himself there for a few long moments, letting me feel his utter power over me, and then started pumping in and out.
He tasted incredible, and the way he was using my mouth and throat was overwhelming. I reached between my legs and started rubbing my aching clit, moaning around him. He held me in place with that hand fisted in my hair.
“They’re watching me fuck your mouth,” he told me. “A dozen people are watching you take it like a filthy little slut. Do you like that?”
I groaned and nodded, speeding up my fingers on my clit. I was already close to coming.
“Do you think they’d like to watch you take my cock in your cunt?” he asked.
The question sent me over the edge. I orgasmed, shaking and shivering as pleasure rocketed through me. His dick muffled my scream.
Before I could recover, he pulled me to my feet and bent me over so my pussy was exposed to the party of voyeurs a few houses away. He ran two fingers over my wetness, spreading my lips so they could see everything. The glass wall was transparent, which meant not a single inch of me would be hidden from those unknown watchers.
Then he slapped my ass, and I jolted and shivered at the sharp pain. After a few more ass-jiggling smacks, he turned me the other way around. I braced myself on the railing as he nudged my legs wider. I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, and then his dick was positioned at my pussy. He pushed in relentlessly, and I cried out at the penetration. His dick was big, and he didn’t hesitate as he plunged into me and started to fuck.
My breasts swung with each heavy stroke, and the walls of my vagina quivered at that thick intrusion. He was a master, going just hard and fast enough to make me rock on my toes and squeeze the railing as pleasure built in my pussy and lower belly. When he reached around to stroke my clitoris, I knew another orgasm wasn’t far off.
“Lift your head,” he said. “Let them see your face.”
My head had dropped for a few moments, but at his reminder, I looked over toward the other patio. I could see our voyeurs silhouetted against the light. It made me want to put on a performance for them, to make them want me as fiercely as I wanted Markus.
I cupped and kneaded my breasts, opening my mouth on a sigh as Markus raked his nails down my back. Then I reached down to my clit, nudging his hand aside so I could work it myself.
He gripped my hips in both hands and started hammering into me hard. I gripped the glass railing with one hand and held on, standing on tiptoes to take as much of him as I could get. My fingers between my legs sped up, and my clit throbbed as another orgasm crashed over me.
He grunted and thrusted one last time, then shook. After a few moments that were punctuated only by our ragged breathing, he pulled out. I thought we were done, but he slid his fingers between my legs and gathered some of the moisture there. He placed those fingers at my lips. “Show them how much you liked that,” he said.
Utterly lost to the pleasure he’d given me, I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers clean of my juices.
“Good girl,” he said roughly. “Now let’s get you to bed.”
We slept tangled together on a king-sized bed. After two mind-blowing orgasms, I was out like a light, but I woke once in the middle of the night to his hands sliding over my belly. We had sex again, and although it was wonderful to have his big, hard body moving over me, I couldn’t help but wish someone was there to watch.
He ordered food for us in the morning, and after a shower, I joined him in the kitchen for breakfast. I was wearing only a white robe, since he hadn’t provided me with anything else. He wore slacks and a button-down shirt again, and there was something deliciously indecent about being his kept woman, a sexual plaything who wasn’t even allowed clothing. He wanted my body available for his use at any moment, and I was all too happy to oblige.
After breakfast, he led me to a room down the hall from his bedroom. To my surprise, it was lined with mirrors and was completely empty other than a divan positioned precisely in the middle of the room. Two armrests curved up at either end of the low, backless couch.
“What’s this room for?” I asked, trailing my fingers over the upholstery.
Instead of answering, he tugged at the belt to my robe. The garment parted in front, and he swiftly had it off my shoulders and pooling around my feet. The three mirrored walls reflected my naked body into infinity, and I stretched, admiring the contrast between my naked body and his clothed one.
He guided me to the divan and had me kneel on top of it with my arms braced against one of the armrests. I wiggled my hips in invitation, hoping he would fuck me soon. I was already wet with anticipation, and the mirrors turned me on even more. I couldn’t wait to watch us have sex in them. I would be my own voyeur this morning.
He reached between my legs and started fingering me. My body responded instantly, and moisture gathered between my thighs. Again, he dipped those fingers into me and forced me to suck my own taste off them. I did so gladly, enjoying the filthy carnality.
“The mirrors are two-way,” he said casually as he started rubbing my clitoris again. “My friends are watching.”
“Oh, my God.” What kind of man had a two-way mirror sex room in his house? That question didn’t matter as much as the follow-up questions that flitted through my mind, though. How many people were watching us? Would they masturbate to the sight of us fucking? Did they like the way I arched my back and moaned for them? Our sex play wasn’t just about the two of us anymore — whoever was behind that glass had been invited in. I undulated my hips, sending Markus’s fingertips sliding along my drenched pussy.
“You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?” Markus asked. “You like the idea of them seeing you desperate and begging for my cock. You want them to watch me fuck you.”
“Yes,” I said when he tugged at my hair. “I want them to watch.” I stared at the mirror as if I could see straight through it, imagining making eye contact with one of the voyeurs.
“You’re a greedy little slut,” Markus said. “I’m going to let them watch as I fuck your ass.”
I shivered. I’d never done anal before, but the idea had always intrigued me, and there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to use my safe word. “Do it,” I said, arching my back for both him and our anonymous audience.
Rather than immediately reaching for that sensitive hole, Markus turned me onto my back and knelt between my legs. He spread my thighs wide, and I imagined I could feel the eyes of voyeurs on my wet, exposed cunt. I rocked my hips and pinched my nipples, wanting them to know exactly how aroused I was.
Markus grunted as if in appreciation, then dipped his head and licked my pussy. I cried out as I clutched his hair and ground against him. His tongue danced from my clit to my ass, then explored my pussy thoroughly. As he licked and sucked, tension gathered in my lower belly and thighs. He was eating me out like he was starved for my taste, and the raw act was reflected into infinity on either side of us. Within half a minute, I was close to coming.
Markus stopped right before I went over the edge. He ignored my protests and rearranged our positions again, placing me once more on my hands and knees. I watched in the mirror as he retrieved a bottle of lube from under the couch. He coated his fingers in it, then traced my puckered asshole. One finger probed inside me, and I stiffened reflexively at the intrusion, but when I realized it didn’t hurt, I relaxed.
He pumped that finger in and out of me slowly, then slid a second one in, stretching me open wide. It felt good to be this full. I moaned and rocked on his fingers, wanting more. He started fingering my pussy with his other hand. I looked at the mirrors to my right and licked my lips for whoever was watching.
“Touch your clit,” he commanded.
I rubbed myself as he worked my ass and pussy with his fingers. Soon I was desperate for more, groaning and begging him for his cock.
He put the condom on, drizzling my ass with more lube, and positioned himself behind me. He was still fully dressed, with his cock protruding from his slacks, and seeing the contrast between our bodies in the mirror was beyond arousing. I watched as he nudged his cock against me and started sinking in an inch at a time. His jaw clenched, and his eyes closed as if the sensation was too much to bear.
His dick was thick and a little hard to take, but I kept rubbing my clit and breathed into the stretch. Soon he was sliding in easier, and at last, he was seated all the way inside me. He pulled out slowly, then pressed back in, and I watched the entire filthy show in the mirror. Were the people behind that glass getting off on seeing me like this? On watching me let a virtual stranger fuck my ass while I moaned and begged for more?
Markus began fucking my ass with firmer strokes, and the intensity made me wild. It was official: I was obsessed with anal. It felt like being owned. I was being taken and consumed by this powerful rich man who had selected me off the menu the night of the gala. But although I was serving him and his friends, what I provided was my own pleasure.
Every breath I took, every moan and shift in position, reminded me that I was on display. My ass, my pussy, my breasts, my mouth...I’d never before been so aware of every inch of my skin. I rubbed my clit with purpose, determined to make myself come for our audience. As Markus gripped my hips and starting fucking harder, my body tightened and then exploded in the orgasm of a lifetime. I clenched around him, my ass squeezing his cock tight as the rest of my body shuddered.
He came inside me with a curse, then collapsed over me. I’d worn him out. Feeling triumphant, I grinned and winked at the mirror.
Markus caught me doing it. “None of that,” he said. “It’s only 10AM, and you have a long day ahead of you.”
Holy. Shit. 10AM on Saturday. I had two straight days of sex ahead of me, and I couldn’t wait to find out what came next.
