No woman was ever going to love me for myself. No one was ever even going to have sex with me for myself. And no one ever has. If I wanted women-and I...did, desperately as a child, more deliberately now-I had better become rich. That wealth is power is a cliché. My simple definition of power is that it is the ability to make someone say yes who wants to say no. If I were to approach a beautiful stranger and ask her to suck my cock or to let me beat her until tears pour from her eyes and screams. I felt like nothing more than a cheap fuck to him and strangely it didn’t bother me. I was where I wanted to be. He put his hands on my hips and fucked me faster as I begged him for more. The only sounds were the sounds of his thrusting and our moans of pleasure- at least for the moment. “You like when I fuck you?” he asked mockingly. “Oh God yes!” I screamed. “This is all you’re good for,” he said as he squeezed my breasts. “Yes!” I moaned as I played along with him. As I clenched my. She just tongued the tip of my dick and started jerking the base. It was a little painful. She obviously had limited experience. But it was still amazing.I reached over and cupped one of her big tits. I was young enough that touching a titty still felt like something special. Cara opened the top two buttons on her blouse so I could see her amazing cleavage and white bra.“Faster,” I grunted.She worked the shaft with her panties. I couldn’t stop thrusting my hips. I wanted more of my cock in. ..! The words drummed in Belle’s brain as she moved towards the trio of males, conveniently arranged on a dais in full view of the audience. All three, during the announcement, had brought themselves to full, rigid erection. Three massive organs awaited her. She must ... yes ... she must ... service all three simultaneously! Beyond that, she must bring them to simultaneous release. Belle straddled the prostrate Nubian then, amidst a murmur of approval, sank slowly down upon him. “Lovely, eh?”.