Page 174 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“You want to masturbate to the story?”
Why did she not believe me when I told her I liked to watch? “Come with me.” She followed me to my masturbatorium. “Stay out here.” I walked inside. “Now tell me the story,” I called over my shoulder as I unbuttoned and unzipped my dress pants.
“So…you saw the picture Destiny sent. But I just sent a normal text. No one responded, but not long after that, I got a call from the front desk saying a plumber was here. I was doing laundrynaked. As one does. So I put a towel on and told him them to send him up.”
This seemed like it was straight from a porno. I started stroking myself. Did Ash watch a lot of porn?
“He was really cute. Tall. Muscular. Rugged. He looked a lot like you, actually.”
Because it was all in her head.Okay, baby, tell me what you did to me.I started stroking myself faster. Picturing Ash wrapped in her towel.
“So I took him to the shower. He fixed it in two seconds. Apparently there was a button you can press to turn the shower on…” She sighed. “Nigel was right. It wasn’t broken.”
“I told you the shower wasn’t broken, Mistress,” said Nigel.
“Ah! Nigel is out here!”
“Ignore him,” I said. I needed to finish. I couldn’t risk getting hard during the middle of my press conference. I’d just bought the team and that would make an awkward first impression. “Keep telling me the story.”
“What?”
“Just...ignore Nigel. Pretend he’s part of the wall.”
“Yes, you heard Master. Pretend I’m the wall.”
“Um...okay,” said Ash. She cleared her throat. “Anyway… I felt really awkward that I’d asked him to come fix a perfectly good shower. So I did what any self-respecting woman would do and told him that it wasn’t the real reason I asked him to come.” She was quiet as I moved my hand faster.
“Keep going, baby.”
“Nigel keeps staring at me...”
For Christ’s sake.“Ignore him.”
“Eh...yeah. Okay. And then I dropped my towel. He unzipped his green coveralls. And I dropped to my knees and sucked his big cock.”
I pictured her lips wrapped around me.
“He bent me over and fucked me against the mirror. Which was really annoying, because then I had to clean my dirty little handprints afterwards.”
I smiled. I loved the weird stuff she added to her story. It made it feel more real.
“And then he picked me up and fucked me on the washing machine. Which is kind of amazing. The vibrations... It reminded me of when you suck on my clit and do that humming thing.”
God I loved driving her crazy. Thinking of burying my face between her thighs was one of my favorite things in the world. And I was so fucking close...
“And then you came home and I pushed him off because I heard your voice. But when I answered the door...he...he slipped into me again. And he fucked me from behind while I talked to you.”
There was a clapping noise and I was pretty sure she’d thrown her hand over her mouth. She was embarrassed, but there was no need to be.
I pictured how shocked and sweaty she’d looked when she’d answered the door. And the whimper escaping her lips. I knew she thought this whole thing was scandalous. But I could also tell it turned her on. Just like it turned me on. “What was it like getting fucked while you looked into my eyes? Did you like that?”
“It was hot. And terrifying. I thought for sure he was gonna make me come again.”
“Again?”
“Like I said…getting fucked on a washing machine is pretty amazing.”
“How’d you finish?” I was going to cum any second.
