Please note this piece is fantasy not reality and should not be seen to condone any of the behaviour described. All characters are aged 18 or over. Feedback welcomed, please let me know if you have ideas for future chapters.
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Prologue
"That's it bitch, wrap your throat round it like a good slut."
This was just a typical evening for me, sat in the office of the nightclub I'd just bought and getting head from yet another blonde slut who wanted the Troy Fratelli treatment.
To be fair, she wasn't doing too bad a job considering it was the first time she'd ever attempted to fit something as big as my meat inside her petite mouth. I could tell she was trying her hardest from the effort she was putting in.
Her tongue was racing up and down the underside of my shaft and the glugging sound she made as she struggled to contain her gag reflex had grown loud enough that it could be heard clearly over the thudding base emanating from below.
The blonde hair I was looking down on was messy and unkempt, a result of her frenetic head movements and I could feel my dick swimming in her saliva, which was now dripping off my chair and onto the floor below.
But the truth was she just wasn't cut out for sucking dick. Some chicks just have that natural instinct. They know exactly what to do, all the little tricks to please a man and make him go crazy. Despite her effort this slut just wasn't gonna cut it.
One of the perks of owning your own nighclub was getting the chance to interview all the new hires, and it was a perk that I had made the most of over the last couple of weeks. Unemployment was so high in the town that people were desperate to get work, no matter what it entailed.
Mentally making the decision that this one, whatever her name was, wasn't going to be getting hired my mind started to wander onto the events of the last few months.
It had been such an incredible whirlwind. Having waited so long to break out of the small high school confines, everything seemed to have happened so quickly.
Taking over the Sterling family had been a masterstroke. Overnight I went from being a small drug dealer in a shit high school to having access to a fortune which ran into the tens of millions. Not to mention what great cover it provided as Scott and I sought to grow our criminal empire.
Instead of pulling in a couple of thousand bucks a week, we were now pulling in tens of thousands. It helped that Grace had taken to the drugs trade like a duck to water. She was just a rich, upper class version of Dixie. Manipulative, aggressive and wholly without morals she controlled that preppy school with an iron fist. The pathetic trust funders didn't stand a chance.
I felt my dick hardening as I thought about Grace and Dixie, and the slut beneath me trembled like a leaf as I did so, struggling to cope as my dick grew impossibly bigger inside her inadequate mouth.
Just the thought of those two scheming bitches turned me on. Sure they were both stunning in their own ways, one blonde and the other brunette. But it wasn't just their beauty that turned me on. It was their sexual power and their willingness to use it.
They were both such strong, independent, powerful women. Able to manipulate and control the weak men around them, using their feminine wiles to get what they wanted.
Until they met me of course. Once I'd finished with them they were just like any other slut, holes to be used for my satisfaction. I loved that moment when my cock was stuffed so deep inside their pussies and was drilling their cunts so hard that they broke. You could see it in their eyes, their strength and arrogance dissolving in the face of a sexual power which was greater than their own. My power.
In that moment I felt totally invincible, able to scale any mountain and overcome any challenge. Watching the both of them bossing other people around, crushing them under their heels only made them hotter to me, because I was the one who had broken them. I was the one that owned them.
That's what it was, ownership. I knew they would never betray me, never be disloyal to me. Not because of the money they got, or because they loved me, or because they were loyal, but simply because I owned their cunts. And because I owned their cunts, I owned their minds.
I was the only guy that could make them truly happy. That could fuck them so hard and so deep that they would pass out. That could make them feel helpless and subservient to a superior. That could give them the sexual high they experienced when I turned them into mindless, thoughtless cum dumps for my thick loads.
Of course, having a foot long dick with the girth of a coke can helped quite a bit. I knew that wasn't the only reason for my success though. I was cut from the same cloth as both Dixie and Grace, imbued with a sexual appetite that was so voracious that nobody could handle me.
But I couldn't deny that I also enjoyed the comforts that the Sterling mansion brought. Having experienced a childhood of angst and heartache and struggle it was amazing to experience what it was like to be one of life's winners. And I wasn't going to deny myself any of those pleasures. Why should I? I'd done the hard work and now I was getting my reward: an endless stream of grade A pussy.
Those first few weeks after that dramatic day when I had fucked both Grace and her mom now felt like a haze. It had been like a continual round-the-clock orgy, when for the first time in my life I had allowed myself to be consumed by the sexual fires which burned inside me.
It was like I had overnight become a King. Each day was the same, filled from my first waking moment until my last by sexual stimulation. By the time I fell asleep each evening I would be surrounded by at least half a dozen passed out sluts who I'd spent the last few hours relentlessly fucking in every sexual position known to man. The devastation wrought by my fuck stick left behind a tangle of bodies, all pushed past their sexual limits and stained by my thick seed.
Soon every room in the Sterling mansion, and there were more rooms than I could count, stank of sex. I was marking my new territory in the most primal way so that anyone who entered would be confronted by my masculine scent.
Those few weeks had been like an oasis for me, an oasis at the end of a parched and tortuous journey. My life up until that point had been filled with conflict and battle, as I was confronted by the cold, hard realities of a tough and difficult world where nothing was to be given freely and everything had to be fought for and won.
Now I seemingly had everything that I had ever wanted, a constant supply of gorgeous, sexy women who were happy to do whatever it took to satisfy my sexual needs and more money than I knew what to do with. And for a few weeks I had submersed myself fully into this dream world, where all my fantasies had seemingly become reality.
Some guys would have been happy with that, happy to live the playboy lifestyle for as long as possible, happy to shelter from the dangerous world and happy to settle for the nice life I now had. But that could never be me, those few weeks of hedonistic bliss had taught me that lesson.
As each day rolled by it had given me less and less satisfaction. The years of hardship had conditioned me, sculpted me, and made me the man that I had become. Forged in fire, my life would only be worth living if it was filled with fire, filled with a blazing desire to overcome new challenges and best greater foes. The quiet life would never give me the fulfilment that I both wanted and needed.
