EroticReverie

Celeste Olivia Solstice 

My father had plenty of rich handsome friends. But my favorite had always been Brady. Brady Lawrence, six foot five, fit, with a sharp jaw and sharp light green eyes, dark hair and thick lashes. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. And he was my father’s best friend. While not actually family, he was like an uncle to me. I saw him a lot growing up, before he’d moved to Vegas, where he’d started his first sex club. Then I saw him less and less and the last time I’d seen him in person ,was four years ago at my father’s birthday party. 

My father had no idea where I spent my time three days a week. I had no need to get a job of any kind. If I’d told my father I had a job he’d want to know where and probably tell me that I didn’t need one. I was his princess, he spoiled me just like he spoiled my mother. My father is a great guy for being as rich as he is, but he’s a bit misogynistic when it comes to his strict gender roles. He believed women should stay at home and not have to worry about working, that men should be the provider at all times. But, it wasn’t a job. Sure, I got paid. But this was more than a job for me. It was fantasy, it was fun, and I’ve been working here for close to a year , and have become one of the most requested bodies. 

I’d just arrived when Maura told me that the owner Mister Lawrence was requesting a body upstairs in his private office. I almost told her that I couldn’t do it. But then I risked getting fired for not telling them my association with the owner. So I shut my mouth and went to the back rooms and changed out of my clothes and put on my robe and made my way to the one room that hadn’t been used in years apparently. 

I’d heard plenty of stories from the beginning of the club, how he’d “test” the women out. Even some of the men. I knew eventually he’d visit New York again, and most likely visit the club as well. But as far as I’d known from my father and mother talking , that he’d been with a woman for quite some time and was faithful to her. But I also knew that recently they’d parted ways. And now, I was benefiting from that broken relationship, and was getting fucked by my “Uncle” through a fucking hole in the wall. 

I wasn’t sure if he’d chosen to have my picture displayed. But once his name slipped from my lips, and he’d used mine right after. He’d known it was me. And he still fucked me anyways. That knowledge only makes me wetter as he slides out and I feel his cum drip from my cunt. 

I expect him to be done , expect him to tell me to get out. But instead I feel his mouth on my cunt, and hear and feel the vibration of a groan. I jump, hands grabbing the padded edges of the hole my body is sticking out of as he sucks my clit. 

“Uncle Brady” I moan and know it’s loud enough that hears it, his deep groan against my clit lets me know he likes it. 

“Say it again Sweet Celeste” he groans and his tongue licks my clit and I whimper at the name he used to call me when I was a girl. 

“Uncle Brady” I whimper as I moan his name and he groans and sucks my clit again as I writhe against the soft black leather , back arching and legs pulling down on the straps to lift my hips as I buck my pussy right against mouth and face. 

He groans and sucks and licks as I pant and moan and chase the orgasm he’s about to steal from me. I let out a desperate cry as his mouth disappears and then I feel his cock , pushing again at my entrance and I curse as he fills me again. 

“Do you enjoy being a hole for me Sweet Celeste?” He groans and fucks me harder than before , his balls slapping against my ass and I dig my nails into the leather. 

“Yes” I cry. Because i enjoyed it everytime a man in this club used my body to get off. It was exciting , not ever knowing who it was. I liked to imagine it was men I knew though. Sometimes I pictured family members on the other side of the wall, my Uncle Brady included. Sometimes I pictured past teachers , men I passed on the street, sometimes I pictured older men, sometimes I pictured famous men. It was my fantasy as much as it was theirs. I fulfilled their needs, while they fulfilled mine. Some women only did it for the money, but not me. I did it for what it was, a thrill. I did it for the mystery and how dirty it made me feel to have cocks inside of me while not knowing who they really belonged to. 

“You’ve got such a sweet little cunt” he groans and I moan as my body keeps getting jolted with each thrust. He could fuck me right back through this hole in the wall if it weren’t for my legs latched into the slings and spread wide, or the hard grip he has on my waist as he pulls me onto his cock each time he thrusts forward. 

“Rub your clit” he groans and my one hand shoots down and does exactly what he says. I moan louder the instant I touch myself. 

“If you’re going to cum, you’re going to do it on my cock Sweetheart” he groans and I feel my eyes roll back in my head , hearing his semi muffled voice through the wall and my fingers rub my clit faster and my body bucks and writhes as he keeps his cock moving, pounding into me.

I liked sex in all ways. I liked it soft and sweet , when men took their time and enjoyed themselves for a long time. I also liked it like this, hard and rough, being truly fucked like I was actually nothing more than a toy for their cocks. That’s how Brady was fucking me. Like a toy. A whore. A hole. And it was the best fucking moment of my entire god damn year here. Best moment of my fucking life. 

“Your cunt fits so fucking well on me ,Sweet little Celeste” he grunts and I lose it. I cum so hard I make myself see stars. My pussy pulses and I hear him groan as he feels my orgasm , as he sees it the way my body tensed and releases and the shake my legs. 

He smacks my hand away before I finish riding out every bit of my orgasm. 

“That’s enough, you greedy little girl” he growls and I curse , my hand obeying and grabbing at the wall as he drills me deeper. Making me scream and my back shoots off the leather bench , my hands reach to push at his abdomen but he slaps them away as I try to slow the punishing thrusts. 

“Be a good hole for Uncle Brady” he growls s and grabs my wrists and pushes them back to the side of the hole in the wall and I grip it again. 

“There you go, show me what a good hole you are for my customers” he groans and I clench around his cock and he hums. 

“Fuck, that’s nice, that real fucking nice Sweetheart” he says as he slows and I whimper. His cock pulling out all the way. Leaving the tip pressed to my cunt. He pushes back in, just the head and I feel him do it several times as I writhe and my pussy pulses for more. Wanting and needing him deeper. 

“Fuck, this is a fantastic little cunt Sweetheart” he groans and pushes in a bit more. 

“Fuck, you feel incredible” he grunts and goes deeper. Picking up his pace again and hitting deeper and deeper till he’s giving it to me hard and fast once again. 

“Mmm, I just knew my Sweet Celeste would have a magnificent little cunt” he groans. 

“You looked so god damn fuckable last time I saw you sweetheart” he groans and I whimper.

“Seventeen, that’s how old you were, right?” He groans and keeps fucking me. 

“Yeah” I pant. 

“Mmmm, that pretty pink dress of yours, do you know how many men had their mouth watering for those perky fucking tits and those tight, hard little nipples under that fucking dress?” He groans and I curse as he slows again. 

“I wanted to taste those fucking tits that night Celeste, I wanted your sweet young tits in my fucking mouth, and my cock in your fucking cunt” he growls and I fucking cum. Again. 

“Mmmm, guess you wanted that too, didn’t you Sweet Celeste?” He groans and his hips jerk and I feel him spill into me again. Cum flooding my pussy and his hands gripping my waist as he thrusts hard , as if he wants to be even deeper than possible. 

I can’t even answer him, my mind is reeling and my body is shaking. There’s silence , other than our breathing. Seconds later he’s pulling out of me and I feel the cum of my “Uncle” dripping out of me again. 

His hands stroke my trembling thighs and he gently takes my legs out of the slings and I whimper as I slide slowly on the bench, drawing my legs back. 

“Where do you think you’re going Sweetheart?” He asks and I pause.

“Turn over , I’m not fucking done with you.”