1. Money Makes Them Talk


    Date: 12/28/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: misterx0069, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    I live a life that most would only dream of. I work hard and I play harder. I’ve always stood by my motto, “money talks,” and it's one thing I’ve been good at. I’m a very lavish person, one who has worked from the ground up to create his own investment company. I know that there are things you need to do to get to that point where you may never need to worry again. Even with that, there are constant struggles. Money equals power, and power only brings on the power trips. Drugs, drinking, women, and blacking-out have become a common night for me. They are like a constant re-run, day in, and day out. With how my lifestyle is, I rarely have time to hold down relationships, let alone feel the desire to value someone for more than a one-night stand, or a quickie in the bathroom stall. Do I sound like a jerk? Yeah, I tend to be, but again, this is all what happens in my day-to-day life. I love to live it to the fullest and hold back nothing. That was until the day I met the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She had these legs that went on for days, and that doesn’t even put it into perspective. She was tanned, toned and terrific. The three T’s I gave her, and her tits, well they were spectacular; something you would only see in a plastic surgeon's display case. They were as firm and full as I could ever wish for. The way they pressed into her tight dress made it hard to not notice their amazing shape. She walked with a strut that could make any man drop to his knees and want ...
    to crawl to her. She was my goddess, and I knew I had to have her. I wanted her in every way possible - on her knees, on all fours, on her back, sucking my short, fat cock, and big balls. Again... yeah I know, I am a pig of a man. Truly ladies, I am just a man that has no shame in being honest. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t shy about sharing it. As I watched her walk away, I could only imagine where I may be able to find her. Asking around, I found out that she was an escort, which made my ears ring and my dick twitch. I had to find a way to get in contact with her and set something up. Maybe a nice dinner, evening, and a fuck session. I needed to blow off some stress, and the anxiousness that had gotten me all aroused. I decided to take a trip to the “Honey Hole,” my little oasis of a getaway. It houses some of the finest pieces of ass and shiniest poles you’ve seen. I have a private room with two poles for me to observe some of my ladies. They love to come up and dance, rub, and tug on me from time to time. I got my normal setting, a dimly-lit room with some nice accent lighting, and a nice big couch for me; all allowing me some room to move and have a few women on top and around me. Drink service is a must, and stocking me up on my drink keeps me happy. The entertainment walked in slowly, as they moved to the beat of the music. They worked their bodies around the poles. They even worked out a nice little routine for me, and tried to synchronize their dancing, which was ...
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