Erotic Billionaire 3-Pack (The Billionaire's Contract Parts 1-3) by Emma Rose Read Free Book Online

this time the ends catching the soft flesh on the bottom of her breasts. Again Celine fought to keep from cumming.  There was no way for her to understand what was happening to her, pain was pleasure and pleasure was pleasure. The world was upside down. The vibrating penis in her ass was pushing her to the brink and she wanted Peter to fill her pussy as well, and she began to beg hysterically.
    Peter stood before her, mocking her cruelly, and Celine’s clone was jacking his cock up and down right in front of her face.  Peter gave the command again and the second clone struck her from beneath, the lashes caressing the backs of Celine’s thighs with their fiery caress.  Celine’s mouth, close enough to the end of Peter’s cock that her clone’s knuckles bumped her lip with each stroke, opened and closed like a blind puppy seeking it’s mother’s teat.  Peter threw back his head and came with a chilling howl, spilling his hot seed into Celine’s open mouth.  She opened wide and caught as much of the scalding fluid as she could. When her mouth was full, Celine screamed and came with a mighty heave that rattled her chains and dislodged the latex penis in her ass.
    She couldn’t stop screaming, begging for Peter to stick his cock inside her. The clone who had jacked him off dipped her head between Celine’s spread legs and began to lick at her clit, while the other clone covered her wailing mouth and began to suck Peter’s cum, their tongues mingling between Celine’s screams.
    She lost track of time.  Somehow the latex penis was reseated in her willing ass, and Peter’s cock swelled again.  He centered the head on her slit and rubbed his glans against her swollen pussy.  With another wild scream Celine thrust upwards with her hips as far as she could, impaling herself on him.  She felt like a volcano erupting.
    Peter lay with his head between her breasts, and clone number one was still licking madly at the sensitive place where their bodies joined.  Clone number two released Celine from her restraints, and she rolled to the floor, arms and legs wrapped around Peter tightly, and refusing to let his shrinking penis slip out of her.  The second clone sat close beside them, her crimson nails softly grazing the skin on Celine’s back.
    Eventually, the second clone left the room, and the first collapsed across the two lovers, her fingers frantically bringing her to her own orgasm. When she was through, Celine idly reached out and removed her mask…it was Sylvia.  The two women kissed each other as lovers, and the three of them slept.
    When Celine awakened, she and Peter were alone in his bed.  Somehow the night before they had managed to stagger to his bathroom and Sylvia had climbed into the huge tub with them and bathed the two of them. Celine’s memories were minimal, but she remembered Sylvia hugging her and kissing her goodnight.
    There were no whip marks on her, but the memory of the pain/pleasure came back to her, instantly arousing her desire.  As Celine crawled under the covers to awaken Peter in a way she thought would gratify him, she wondered what was happening to her.  As her lips closed lovingly over his morning erection, she realized she didn’t care.  When Peter reached for her hips and lifted her over his face, closing his lips around her erect clit, she realized she didn’t care.  The only thing she wanted at this moment was the hot splash of his cum in her mouth. It wasn’t long before she got what she wanted.
    Celine adored her new life, loving her work and loving Peter.  Every night with him was an adventure, and every day on the job was a learning experience at the feet of a master of Capitalism.  The company’s work in South American countries was particularly interesting, and she found herself learning Portuguese to facilitate their work in Brazil.  Buenos Aires was amazingly Old World, and she thought Rio de Janeiro was the most exciting city she had ever visited.
    Sylvia