M/F ~ Dirty Doms ~ Billionaire BDSM ~ Rags to Riches ~ Age Gap ~ OMYW

He fucks me in the country club bathroom

And his cock pounds me harder than the shower water is hitting the Italian marble tile in this elite, posh place!

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Content warning: This story features some elements of consensual dubcon, rough/degrading sex, BDSM and dominant/submissive power play that some readers might object to… and others might really enjoy!

TESSA:

I’ve been dating my billionaire boyfriend Blake for awhile now. We’re in a dominant/submissive relationship, so he’s my dom. And he’s even knocked me up.

Right now, he’s just fucked me silly in bed.

Then he nudges me and asks, “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” I say, putting a hand on my belly and rubbing it. “I guess I am. Or, umm, I guess we I should say we are.”

I haven’t felt the baby kick yet or anything, so the fact that another life is growing inside me doesn’t always feel quite real. Or at least not until those times when I realize I’m hungry enough for two, or I eat the wrong thing and throw up, of course.

“What do you say we go down to the country club and get something for you and that kid of mine that you’re growing inside you to eat?”

“Really?” I ask, feeling rather amazed that he would suggest this.

“Sure. I can’t let you both go hungry, now, can I? You’re doing the important work of growing my baby! And our baby has got to eat to grow bigger!”

I look at him with half a smile, my eyebrows scrunched together in disbelief, still.

“What?” he protests innocently. “They’re having a big brunch today at the country club. You’ll love it. The eggs benedict dish is to die for.”

“But that’s where you and your dad always go,” I protest. “And he doesn’t exactly approve of us. In fact, he tried to break us up.”

“Well, it’s about time he started to approve of us,” he says. “Because you’re the love of my life and you’re about to be the mother of my child. He can either accept it, or miss out on having us in our life, which would be a real shame because I think we’re pretty awesome. And I’m not going to let him break us up again”

I smile all the way now, the grin spreading across my face the same way it would if he’d told me I’d just won the lottery.

And in a way, I feel like I have!

“We are pretty awesome,” I tell him, nodding my head in agreement as he takes my hand and helps me out of bed so that we can start getting ready for brunch. I squeeze it gratefully. “You’re right about that.”

The whole time we’re in the shower, I’m not even paying attention to the luxurious Italian marble tile or marveling at the size of it like I normally am.

It has multiple seating areas and showerheads inside it. Usually, we like to stand under the same one so that we can wash each other and be close to each other while we’re getting clean, yet it’s also nice to have room to spread out if touching each other leads to other things.

So, it’s definitely a sight to behold and I’m not sure if I’ll ever totally get over my amazement at it or the fact that I get to live here with my billionaire master. But now my thoughts are on what will happen when we go to the country club, where Blake’s dad might be.

My heartbeat is racing, and my palms are sweaty. But when we get out of the shower, Blake nods at me and holds my gaze steadily.

We go to the large walk-in closet, and each pick out our clothes.

After I slip on my dress, I see that he’s put on khaki pants and a button-down long-sleeved Oxford shirt, which is pretty much his standard attire for going to the country club. This is just the first time I’m going with him, so I can’t help but think he looks even more handsome than usual.

“You look great. You ready?” I ask him, taking a deep breath.

“Yes. But you’re not?”

“What do you mean?” I ask him timidly, afraid that he’s changed his mind about taking me with him, or that perhaps my nerves have betrayed me, and he thinks I’m too scared to go.

“You forgot to wear something,” he says with a wink. “Something that is helping you practice for something I want do to you soon.”

“Oh, yeah,” I tell him, and then walk over to the large mahogany chest of drawers where I keep the butt plug.

“Bend over,” he instructs me, taking it out of my hand once I’ve retrieved it. “And pull up your dress for your master.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I hold the bottom of my dress up over my hips as I do as he’s instructed. He pulls the thong part of my lace panties to the side so that my ass and pussy are in full view for him.

“There you go,” he says, as he inserts the butt plug into my ass. “It seems like it’s fitting better now. Still nice and snug, but better.”

“It is,” I agree.

I’ve become so used to wearing it that I barely even notice it’s inside me. Still, I like how it feels there when I think about it, and I can’t wait until it’s his cock instead. Although maybe just the head of it at first, because I fear it will hurt.

Still, I take a deep breath and release that fear — along with the one I have about meeting his father.

“Stand up,” he instructs me, and I do, trying to tug my panties back to the side after the fact.

“Leave them there like that,” he says, and I immediately drop my hands to my side. “I didn’t tell you to change the way I’d left your panties.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say immediately, somberly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Just remember that I own you and I get to tell you how to wear your clothes, including your panties. And today I want them to the side so that I know that butt plug is easily accessible to me. It’s stretching out that tight little ass hole of yours for me, after all, so I might need to check on its progress.”

“Alright, Master,” I agree. “I’ll leave my panties over to the side so that you can see or touch my pussy or ass or check on the progress of the butt plug you gave me. Anything you want do to, you’re welcome to do to me.”

“That’s more like it,” he says, and then extends his crooked elbow out in my direction. “And now I’m ready to go if you are.”

“I am,” I say, placing my arm through his.

As we walk through his huge mansion — which will soon become my huge mansion, our huge mansion — and towards the limo awaiting us outside, which is what he usually calls to take him to the country club because his dad tells him he doesn’t want him driving his own Maserati there like a commoner — I view this as our “coming out” as a couple.

I’m not sure how his dad or other people at the country club will feel about Blake being with me, a woman half his age, whose virginity he bought at an auction and whose parents tried, together with his own father, to break us up because he knocked me up.

But I do know with absolute certainty that I’m ready for us to come out together as a couple, and to stand by each other’s side while doing it, no matter what the future might hold for us, or who might judge us or try to tear us apart.

BLAKE:

When Tessa and I arrive at the country club, I can already feel tension in the air. At first, I think I’m imagining it because the various ways in which my dad could react are running through my mind and making me paranoid.

But then I definitely hear one member say to another, “Here comes trouble.”

The couple are clients of the business I share with my father, and I know the husband well. It’s his wife who made the comment, but I see him raise his eyebrows and nod his agreement, which surprises me and — although I fucking hate to admit it — hurts me, because I thought he was more loyal than that.

Loyal to my father, is more like it, I think, I purposefully walk up to them and shake their hands.

“Floyd. Susan. Great to see you here.”

Floyd almost spits out his drink and I can tell he’s wondering if I heard them talking about me. But as soon as his eyes fall on Tessa’s gorgeous, curvy body, his lips curl up with desire, revealing what a lecherous old man he is.

“Great to see you too, Blake. And who might this be?”

Susan elbows him and hisses something to him in a whisper.

I can’t hear it but I’m sure it’s something like, “There’s that hussy we heard Blake is with — and stop leering at her!”

“This is Tessa,” I say. “My girlfriend.”

Then Susan smiles a fake smile through her veneers that are even faker and looks Tessa up and down with a judgmental gaze.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she says, fake-sugary-sweet. “I’ve heard soooooooo very much about you from Blake’s dad.”

I bet you have, I think, while Tessa shakes her hand.

I’m hoping that Tessa hadn’t noticed the disdain being barely hidden on Susan’s face. These country club types are so obviously fake, though, that I’m not sure.

The reason I hadn’t brought Tessa here before is that I was sure people would talk and act like this towards her and I was trying to protect her feelings.

But as I see her stiffen her grasp on Susan’s hand and pump vigorously as she says with over-the-top fakeness, “I’m so glad you’ve heard of me; I’m working on my career of becoming a journalist!” I realize that she has picked up on Susan’s judgment, and I also realize that Tessa is perfectly capable of protecting her own feelings.

“A journalist?” Susan says, sounding at least slightly impressed despite what are undoubtedly her best efforts not to be. “What outlets have you written for? Have there been any profiles done of me? I was the runner-up for Miss Phoenix 1978! And my husband is the head CEO of a start-up tech company…”

She continues to blab on and on about herself, and I have to work hard to hide my smile. These country club types can’t resist wanting to be in the spotlight all the time. Tessa had found a great way to make these smug assholes need her for something.

Once Susan finally stops talking, Tessa smiles that smile that looks so fake you’d think she’d been a member of this country club for years, and says, “You may have heard of me from Ms. Magazine. And to answer your other question, no, I don’t think anything has been written about you there. You’ll have to beg my pardon, but I’ve never heard of you. And beauty pageants aren’t the kind of thing we normally cover.”

Susan’s mouth is hanging open by the time Tessa says, “But it was nice meeting you though! Blake, shall we go try out those egg bennies?”

Now it’s all I can do to stop myself from actually laughing out loud!

As soon as we’re out of earshot of Susan and Floyd, I let out a subdued guffaw.

“Holy shit,” I say under my breath. “How are you so talented at being the right amount of fake-nice that you end up fitting in perfectly here? I’m a little scared.”

Now she laughs too, although I’m seriously impressed. I know she isn’t like these people, but she sure seems adept at pretending to be, as well as at handling them.

“My mom was Miss Scottsdale 2001,” she says, grinning through pressed-closed teeth. “I had the pleasure of having to hear about it all the time, having to grow up with a mother who complained I wasn’t beautiful enough to compete in pageants, and having to hang out with her super shallow fellow former beauty contest participants all the time. Pretending to fit in with them is like second nature to me.”

A pang of sadness stabs my heart as I realize how cruel her parents could be and all that she’s had to endure. And yet it’s mixed with happiness that she and I found each other and I can treat her like the princess she is.

Oh, how I love my slutty princess pet.

As I lead her over to a table so that we can get a menu and order, I smile broadly, happy that this curvy woman on my arm, my pet, the love of my life, isn’t just drop-dead gorgeous — she’s also sassy and feisty as hell.

But only to other people, like that awful Susan.

To me, she’s submissive and compliant — so much so that she’s wearing the butt plug I gave her tonight, with her panties still pulled over to the side so that I can more easily reach up that dress of hers and feel proof of it.

I can’t wait to do that — the thought of it is driving me crazy with desire.

When I think of how she bent her plump ass cheeks over today and let me insert it inside her tight little ass hole, and how it stretched wider and wider as it accepted my temporary gift in place of the real thing that I can’t wait to put in her, I start to get hard.

Fuck, I think, as I pull out the chair for her, anxious to be able to get into my own seat and out of everyone’s view.

“What?” Tessa asks, with a concerned look on her face that makes me realize I must have not thought that but instead said it out loud.

“Oh, it’s nothing bad,” I tell her, to put her mind at ease because I bet that she thinks I’d seen my father or something. “I was just thinking about how beautiful you are. You’re so gorgeous you’d win all the beauty pageants. But I’m glad you’re not a mean bitch about your looks like that Susan is.”

TESSA:

As I sit down at the table, I can’t seem to stop smiling. I feel so glad that Blake is with me and that I wasn’t scared of those stuffy country club people.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately. My parents raised me to be a nice, proper girl — probably too nice and proper, because it was at the expense of caring about my own needs, and definitely only a fake version of “proper,” because I’m pretty sure that word doesn’t include being judgmental and condescending of other people like they were.

I guess that thanks to Blake, I’m discovering that my own happiness matters and I have the confidence to pursue it. It’s probably also thanks to my parents having thrown me out, since I no longer have to worry about being in their good graces.

That was always an impossible thing to achieve, anyway, since their standards of me were so high I could never reach them, despite trying my best.

I suppose at a certain point, a girl has got to be like, “Fuck it. I’ve done everything they wanted and that’s not good enough, so now I’m not going to care.”

Letting Blake buy my virginity at Club Hot Commodities was my “fuck it” moment.

Perhaps it was a lot more unconventional than other peoples’ “fuck it” moments might be, but it was mine.

And at least I got to have one. Other people go their whole lives trying to please or impress other people instead of living for themselves.

Falling in love with Blake and deciding to be with him despite the odds or difficulties is me living for myself and my own happiness.

Granted, it isn’t always a piece of cake. I can’t say I don’t feel uncomfortable as the waiter walks over to our table and says, “Hello, Mr. Powers and Ms….?” and then looks down his nose at me as if I don’t belong here, which really takes some nerve considering he’s a teenager.

But I’m sure he’s worked here long enough to know the regulars and he thinks that if someone is new or a guest, we’re not rich or important enough to actually be members, and so we don’t count.

And as Blake responds, “Davenport. Tessa Davenport. My girlfriend,” I remember why the difficult parts of being with Blake are worth it.

Because he’s got my back.

He loves and protects me.

And because I’m his girlfriend.

The word fills me with happiness and confidence. But as the food arrives, I compliment it because it really does taste delicious, and I try to keep my focus on my plate because I can feel all the people looking at me.

My hard edge and dark humor have been my way of masking my insecurities, which start to rear their ugly heads now that I’m wondering what these high society people are thinking. Despite my parents’ penchant to put on airs, I didn’t come from a lot of money, and I have no idea what they’re truly thinking of me, but I have some ideas.

There’s that slut Blake’s dad told us he’s dating.

Heard he met her at a whorehouse.

You’re supposed to only buy a commoner for a night — you’re not supposed to make her your girlfriend!

I’m sure they’re whispering all this stuff and more to each other, and I begin to look around, wondering whether Blake’s dad might come in and make a big scene. My spine stiffens at each man who walks through the door, but none of them are him.

That should ease my mind but instead it just makes me worry about whether the next man might be him.

And as I notice Blake looking towards the door every now and then as well, I start to worry that he’s fearing the same thing, and that everything will fall apart if his dad comes in and tears us apart again. Since it’s already happened once before, what’s to say he’s not capable of doing more damage to our relationship?

As if Blake can sense my fears, he reaches across the table and squeezes my hand.

“Hey,” he says, once I’m looking him in the eye. “You doing okay?”

“Mostly,” I lie.

“You sure? I think I’d better take a close look and make sure everything is okay with you.”

“Oh, yeah?” I say, picking up on where he’s going with this.

“Yeah. There’s something I’ve been wanting to check out on you anyway,” he says. “Make sure everything is still doing okay in there. It will require a close inspection, though.”

“Okay.”

My breath quickens as I look around.

Where in the world could we possibly go here that these stuffy old fuddy-duds won’t find us?

“The country club has a gym and a shower area,” he explains, as if reading my mind. “It’s doubtful that anyone will be there right now since everyone’s here at this brunch.”

“I see,” I tell him, smiling at my handsome devil.

“Let’s say I give you a tour of the facilities and we’ll see how much you enjoy this place?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at me mischievously.

“That sounds good to me.”

TESSA:

Blake signs the tab the waiter had left at our table, and we try to inconspicuously sneak out of the dining area, although I’m not sure how inconspicuous we can really be with every eyeball in place seemingly trained on us.

I really do get a tour of the facilities, which are all very nice, with the same luxurious decorating style as Blake’s home has.

When we get to the gym area, no one is there, just like Blake had expected. He ushers me in and then closes the door behind us.

“Do you really work out in here?” I ask him.

“Yes. You wanna see?”

“I do,” I tell him, suppressing a smile. “But first you’d have to take your shirt off so those nice muscles of yours are on display.”

He takes off his shirt and then hangs from a pull-up bar. He does a few pull-ups for show, his sleeveless running shirt revealing his bulging muscles. I can’t believe I have such a hottie as my boyfriend!

How could I be so lucky as to get a guy who’s so rich and ripped?

He does a few more and then hops off the bar.

“Let’s see how many pull-ups you can do,” he says, as he stands behind me while I reach for the handle grips. “I’ll spot you.”

I can’t quite reach high enough, so he puts his hands on my waist and helps me up. I want to wrap my legs around him, and it’s impossible to think about working out while all I can think about is fucking him. Just like it’s been nearly impossible to concentrate on work as well.

I do five pull-ups and say, “That’s it, I’m done,” as Blake lowers me to the floor, and I lean backwards into his athletic chest.

He pinches my ass and then says, “Well, good thing you followed my instructions. You have to do that, you know why?”

“Because I’m your slutty little princess pet,” I say, happily, and he grabs one of my nipples through the fabric of the dress I’m wearing.

“You’re damn right you are.”

He pulls me a step closer to him, so that I can smell the scent of the breakfast we just ate mixed with the scent of his cologne. I grind up against his leg a little bit, teasing him.

“I want my slutty little princess pet so bad,” he says, pulling the top of my dress down so that my right breast is exposed.

He gets down on his knees and takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently. This is different to the rough style I’ve become accustomed to, in which he bosses me around and tells me how to be his pet. It feels good but I want more.

“And what do you want to do with me, Master?” I ask.

He looks up at me and smiles, so that I know he likes the question.

“I want you to pull the rest of your dress down so I can see both your tits.”

“Isn’t that kind of dangerous?”

I know we both like the thrill, but I didn’t see a lock on that door and it’s hard to imagine he’d want to do something that could risk his reputation around here to this extent.

“Don’t talk unless I tell you to,” he says, squeezing my nipple hard.

Now that’s the Blake I’m used to. And it turns me on so much that I forget about my fear of getting caught.

“Since when do you question what I tell you to do? You’re my little pet and you obey my commands above all else. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I lower the other half of my dress down so that both my breasts are exposed to him, just like he’d asked me to do.

“Good girl. That’s what I wanted.” He grabs them in both his hands and sucks each nipple harder and harder. “Your perky little tits in my face, for me to do whatever I want with. And you know what else I want?”

“What else, Master?”

He sits down on a bench-press bench and says, “I want you to straddle my cock and give me a lap dance with your tits in my face.”

I sit down on top of his lap, facing him, with the bottom of my dress hanging over both of us, and grind in slow motion on his cock while I rub my breasts all over his face.

“Like this?”

His large cock is certainly rising to the occasion. I can feel its bulge through his running shorts.

“Yes. Say you’re my slutty little pet.”

“I’m your slutty little pet.”

“Good. Because I need to do that inspection I mentioned.”

My nipple is deep in his mouth, and he reaches up under my dress to slide a hand onto my ass cheeks, which he can easily reach since he’d pulled aside my panties earlier.

“Good girl,” he says, as he feels the butt plug, then half sits up and peers his head around to see it. “I’m glad you’ve got that in there nice and tight.”

“Yes, Master.”

He sticks his finger into my wet pussy.

“You like wearing the butt plug for me, don’t you?” he asks.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You want to stretch out your little ass hole and get it nice and ready for me to fuck.”

“I do, Sir.”

I ride his finger with the top part of my pussy, and his bulge with the bottom of my pussy and my ass through my clothes.

“I want you to fuck me so bad,” I say.

“Hush, my slutty little pet. I’m the one who makes the orders. You only get fucked when and where I say you get fucked. And you only suck me when I say it’s time to suck.”

“Yes, Master.”

With his other hand he slaps my ass, and then pinches it.

“Do you know where you’re going to suck me now?”

“Right here?” I ask, though I can’t imagine him going that far.

“No. Turn around.”

I turn around so that I’m sitting on his lap and we’re facing the mirrors on the wall of the gym.

He rubs my nipples and says, “Do you see your dirty little slutty self in the mirror?”

“Yes Master.”

“Say I can have you anywhere and anytime I want.”

“You can have me anywhere and anytime you want.”

“Even if it’s risky?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you like when I play with your tits while you watch in the mirror?”

“Yes, Master.”

He rubs my pussy and says, “And your pussy, too?”

“Yes, Master, my pussy too.”

“Are you ready for me to fuck your ass hole yet?”

“I don’t know, Master,” I tell him, because I’m honestly not sure if it’s been stretched far enough out yet and I figure he’d know better than I do.

He slaps my ass so hard I’m sure it leaves a red mark, even though I can’t see that part of my body in the mirror.

“Look, my pet, you’re mine and you have to do exactly what I tell you. So if I say I want to fuck your ass, you have to let me do it. Okay?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Now I have to inspect you more closely to see if this butt plug has been doing its job. We’re going to take a shower. Okay?”

“Okay.”

My heart is pounding but I’m not scared. Instead, I’m willing to follow Blake anywhere.

TESSA:

Blake leads me to the door of the gym room.

“Cover up your tits, my slutty little pet,” he says. “You’re only allowed to show them to me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I tell him, and do so.

We have to step out of the gym room to get to any of the bathrooms, which I hadn’t known because the tour hadn’t included this part of the facilities. But once we get there, he leads me into the women’s locker room area, where there are showers.

“Take your dress off,” he orders me, and I do.

“Your panties, too.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Thinking that he’s growing impatient and then reminding myself that we’re in a rush to avoid anyone coming in and seeing us, I bend down to remove my shoes, too, but he interrupts me.

“No. Did I say take your shoes off? You wait until I tell you what to do. Now take my clothes off.”

“Yes, Master.”

I take off his shirt, running my hands down his chiseled chest and six-pack abs as I do so, because I can’t resist. Seeing him do those pull-ups was hot!

“No touching unless I give you permission. I get to touch your body whenever I want to but you can’t touch mine unless I say you can in advance.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He kicks off his shoes.

“Good pet. Now hurry up and take the rest of my clothes off. We don’t have much time unless you want to get caught, and then you’ll be in deep trouble, because everyone around here will know you’re my slutty little pet.”

I’m pretty sure they already do, I think, but I know it would be much worse if they were actually to walk in on us, so I hurry up as I take off his pants and underwear and admire his erect cock.

He kicks off his shoes and says, “Now bend over while you take off your shoes so I can see your ass.”

I face away from him and do as I’m told. He takes out the butt plug and my ass hole feels surprisingly naked, empty and vulnerable without it.

“Now, let’s see the kind of work this has been doing,” he says.

He sticks a finger in my ass hole, which causes me to jump a bit, even though I was expecting it. It’s still a different sensation than I’m used to.

“Hold still, pet. Do you want to please me or not?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then bend back over and let me do what I want to you.”

I take my shoes off as he keeps one finger in my ass and slides another finger into my pussy. I wonder if he’s going to fuck my ass and I’m not quite sure I’m ready for it — especially not here.

But luckily he says, “Your ass hole is feeling nice and stretched out but it’s not quite ready for me yet. Would you like me to fuck your pussy or your mouth, perhaps, instead?”

“Yes, Master.”

He thrusts his fingers in and out of my hole and I’m surprised by my deep arousal. I would have thought I’d be more nervous in this environment but instead I’m mostly just turned on.

Next he spanks my ass and says, “Get in the shower so I can clean you off. You’re so dirty because of all the slutty things you do for me.”

“Yes, Master.”

I step into the shower, and he turns it on, and picks up the shower head.

“I have to clean your pussy. It’s probably still full of my cum. You’ve been such a bad girl for me, my pet. Spread your legs.”

He shoots the water directly into my pussy as I lean back on the ledge and grab the handrail. Almost immediately I orgasm from the pressure and vibration of the water.

I moan and say, “Oh, Master, this feels so good,” as he grabs his big cock and plays with it while I cum.

He leans against me and puts his dick in my face and on my tits while jerking off.

“You like that, my little pet? You like when the shower head fucks you? Ride that shower head and fuck it. Just like you want to fuck my cock.”

“Yes, Master.”

He plays with my nipples while I straddle the water and cum again and again. He puts a finger into my ass hole and plays with it. Maybe it’s just because I’m having an orgasm but it doesn’t hurt at all. In fact, it feels really good — so good that it makes me cum with even more intensity as I moan in pleasure.

“There you go. I knew you’d like how it feels for me to play with your ass hole after wearing that butt plug for a while. You’re getting nice and close and ready to letting me fuck your ass. But for now, I have other plans in mind for you. I want to fuck another hole of yours. So, get down on your knees and suck me off.”

“Yes, Master.”

I kneel as he places the shower head back in its holder and lets the water fall on my face as I take his big dick into my mouth. It’s completely hard and so it fills up my whole mouth. I cup his balls and play with his shaft while I move his dick in and out of my mouth.

“That’s it. That’s my good little pet.”

He grips the back of my head, and then pulls my hair, to make my rhythm satisfactory to him.

“Now we’re going to cum together,” he says, and takes the shower head back down and hands it to me. “You let the water fuck you while I cum all over you.”

I place the shower head underneath me so that it has a perfect angle on my clit. He puts his hand on his cock and jerks off again on my face, putting his dick in my mouth whenever he feels like it, making me choke on it, and then taking it back out and rubbing it on my tits.

Finally, he reaches down and plays with my ass hole as he uses his other hand to jerk off all over me. The sensation is intense, but I love it, and I can tell he does too. As the water makes me cum, he cums as well, just as he’d promised, first all over my face and mouth, and then on my tits.

“Swallow it,” he commands, and rubs his cum all over my tits. I lick the cum that he’d rubbed onto my face, and he says, “Stand up. Turn around.”

He puts the shower head back up and takes the cum from my tits and rubs it in my ass.

“Yes, Master.”

He puts my arms up on the shower wall and says, “Now stand there while I play with your ass.”

He puts his fingers all the way in, twisting and turning much harder than he has done it before.

“Owww,” I cry out, but I don’t say our safe word.

I don’t make him stop.

He slaps my ass cheeks and makes me yelp.

“Bad girl. Don’t try to make me not want to take your ass because I’m going to. Pretty soon, it will be mine, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I tell him.

“Good. I’m getting you ready to learn a lot more from your master.”

He thrusts his dick, which is still hard but is starting to get soft, against my ass and then spanks it one more time for good measure.

“Now let’s go home so we can have more fun in private, where no one will see us. All we have left to do is to get out of here without anyone noticing what kind of hanky panky we might have gotten into, or else we’ll be the talk of the country club for years.”

“Even more so than we already are?” I ask him jokingly.

“Yes. Even more so.”

He turns off the water, dries himself off with a towel, grabs his clothes from the floor and starts putting them on. I do the same, although I’m nervous that I don’t have the same nonchalant style he’s displaying right now.

It’s going to be hard for me to go back into the main area of the country club after all of this, let alone pretend that Blake and I did not just have a really hot time fooling around in the gym and locker room!

But I take a deep breath and tell myself I can do it. I’m scared that Blake isn’t really ready for the repercussions of the whole world knowing that he’s dating a woman whose virginity he bought at Club Hot Commodities!

Yet I tell myself to pull it together and think about all of this later. I blow dry my hair, as does Blake, and the whole time I’m repeating the words, “Act normal, act normal” to myself.

As Blake exits the women’s locker room with me following along right behind him, though, I realize that I’m not even going to get a chance to act normal. Because there’s a man outside who looks as if he’s been impatiently waiting for us to come out.

He’s tapping his foot and glaring while shaking his head.

Fuck, I think, hoping that maybe this is just someone who mistakenly assumed his wife was working out and is getting grumpy while waiting for her to finish.

From the way that Blake is looking at this man, though, I can tell that’s probably not the case. And from the way the man towers over Blake as if he’s just a little boy when he in fact is a fully grown, very well-developed man, almost cements my suspicions.

But in case I had any doubt left, all of it flies out the window when Blake picks his jaw up off the floor long enough to utter one single word.

“Dad?!”

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