Behind Closed Doors

“Pleeease go! It will be fun I promise! We will be dressed to the nine surrounded by handsome rich men, one of them being Damion Cruz.” Maggie pleads. “Isn’t he the old guy who owns the marina?” I ask not sure why I would care that he’s in attendance. “Noooo I’m talking about his son who’s our age; DC Jr. Look!” Maggie hands me her phone and a young, strikingly handsome, hot as fuck, guy fills her screen. I scroll through numerous pictures that has him in countless formal attire at what looks like different events. I’m a sucker for a man in a suit. I hand back her phone, “He’s alright…” Her mouth drops open in disbelief at the words coming from my mouth. She squints her eyes and stares at me, then points her finger in my face. “Liar! You think he’s hot!” I laugh, “I mean I guess if I happened to run into him it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.” I confess. “So you’ll go?!” “Sure, why not.” Maggie squeals and almost decapitates me with how hard she squeezes my neck. “I’ll pick you up first thing tomorrow morning so we can go shopping for a dress and get our nails done before the gala! And before you say ANYTHING, this is my treat! You’re saving me from having to go alone with my parents. See you at 8!” And with a peck on my cheek she is out the door happier than a kid on Christmas morning. I shake my head and smile. Maggie’s parents are loaded and have always treated me as a second daughter since Maggie and I became friends in high school. I used to feel bad because I knew that neither my parents or I could ever return the favor on the same monetary level, but Maggie insists that they don’t mind and I’ve never been given a reason to not believe her. The next morning comes and at exactly 8 o’clock Maggie is knocking at my door ready to steal me away. I grab my usual overnight bag and we set off. Our day is filled with shopping, coffee, lunch, manis and pedis, more shopping then back to her parent’s condo to hang out until it’s time to leave. I crash as soon as we get to her room and Maggie does the same. I’ve been to a few events like this with her before and we’ve never made it home earlier than 2 AM, so our cat nap is a must. Before I know it we are dressed to kill crawling in the back of one of her parent’s BMWs and setting off to the gala. My body hums with excitement and nerves. I always feel out of place at these things. I admire the dress that Maggie picked out for me and how my leg shows through the satin slit that stops at my thigh. It’s a beautiful black A-line dress with a laced up back and a V-neck front that shows the perfect amount of cleavage. “You look hot.” Maggie says leaning into me. “We look hot thanks to you.” I say admittedly, “I just know how to enhance our natural beauty.” She says proudly. We pull up in front of this massive winery that has the aesthetics of a painting you would find in a rustic Italian restaurant. I’m actually quite excited that we aren’t stuck in some ballroom hidden away deep inside some boring ass museum where there’s no escape. This new realization settles my nerves and with with a smile I join arms with Maggie as we head inside. The place is packed with old and new money; mostly old. Severs dance through the crowd with their trays held high keeping the hors d’oeuvres and drinks flowing. Maggie’s parents rub elbows with the elite pulling us in every now and then to join the conversation. The night carries on with elaborate speeches followed by toasts and I find myself feeling a little too caged in. I excuse myself from our table telling Maggie I need some fresh air but she’s too distracted by the young stud sitting next to her to even hear the words coming from my mouth when she’s so focused on his. Good for her though, she deserves some romance in her life or whatever that is. I walk down a long empty corridor and take the first door I see hoping it leads to the outside. Instead I find a lavish office complete with a couch, closet, and table for I’m assuming conferences or dinner on late nights. The accents in the room are breathtaking and exude power and wealth. I marvel at the beautiful paintings and trinkets displayed seemingly to come from all over the world. I make my way to the enormous mahogany desk impressed by how pristine and organized it is. A beautiful crystal award sits near the end and I take a peek to see whose office I have bestowed upon. The name “DAMION CRUZ JR” catches my eye, Oh shit! I turn to head to the door, not wanting to be caught snooping in such a wealthy man’s office, but the sound of footsteps and hushed voices stops me. Fuck! Panicking, I quickly hide in the closet quietly closing the bifold doors in front of me. Hopefully he just forgot something because I need to get back to Maggie before she sends a search party. I peer through the slit in the doors and watch as an unknown man appears in my view. He has a similar build to Damion and looks around his age from what I could tell from the pictures yesterday. He adjusts his tie turning back towards the door and runs his hand through his golden hair. I hear the click of the lock on the door and watch as mister DC jr himself comes into view. He closes the gap between him and the mystery man and for a second I think I’m going to witness a fight or something worse, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Damion grabs the other man’s tie wrapping it around his hand like a leash and pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss. Their heads swivel as they devour each other’s face like two starved animals. The blonde slides his hand over Damion’s crotch and grabs a handful of his massive bulge. A low growl resonates from Damion’s chest and he wraps his hand around the blonde’s neck breaking the kiss. “You’ve been a very naughty boy making me wait and now you’re going to pay. You’re my toy for the night and I will use you and fuck you however I see fit and as many times as I want. Understand?” The blonde nods with a terrifyingly intrigued expression and I can’t help but feel the same. Damion’s words have both my heart and pussy throbbing with excitement at his dark promises. I wish he were saying those words to me. I watch as Damion slowly kneels in front of the man pressing his face against the his bulge. He inhales the man’s scent then teasingly nuzzles against him. I watch as the man struggles to keep his composure, quietly begging Damion for more. “Please what?” Damion asks with a smirk. “Please, I - I wanna cum for you.” “Oh I intend to make you do just that Martin dear; over and over until you’re begging for me to stop. But I make the rules and will decide when I’ve had my fill.” I shift quietly in the closet needing to massage the aching in my clit. I rub her slowly and bite my lip desperately trying to keep quiet so I’m not caught. “Yes sir.” I hear Martin say with a neediness to his voice. “Good boy.” Damion replies as he slowly unzips Martin’s pants pulling them down to his ankles. Martin’s stiff cock bounces freely and Damion wastes no time taking Martin’s length deep into his throat. I hear Martin inhale sharply cursing as his master plays. Damion’s mouth comes and goes like waves, over and over, skillfully milking Martin’s cock. I close my eyes and clench my thighs together trying to suppress the surge of pleasure taking over my body. My need drips slowly from my slit to my ass dampening my new silk panties. My eyes snap open when I hear Martin’s voice praying the words “oh God” repeatedly as he hits his climax. Damion stills his head grabbing Martin’s thighs as Martin grabs a fistful of Damion’s hair steadying himself as he cums hard filling his master’s wicked mouth. Without flaw, Damion rises from his knees and grabs Martin’s jaw forcing him to look at him; “It’s my turn now. Bend over.” Martin steps free from his pants and bends over the couch as he’s told. I can hear Damion undoing his pants followed by the popping sound of a bottle of what I’m assuming is lube opening. I watch as Martin’s grip tightens on the couch bracing himself to receive his master. Damion steps back into my view with his oiled up cock standing erect like a soldier at attention. He drips the lube onto Martin’s ass and massages it in. Martin begins to relax the more Damion rubs and plays with him. Damion applies lube again to his thick cock and Martin’s ass then lines the tip up against the tight opening. He slowly pushes himself inside and Martin cries out gripping the couch until his knuckles are pale. He winces in pain. “FUCK! WAIT! No I can’t— you’re too big! FUCK!” Damion talks him through it, coaxing him to relax and open his body to receive him. “Relax. You can and will take all of me. Every inch. Just open up and let Daddy in.” He pauses letting Martin’s body adjust before sliding all the way in. The first few strokes are intense and the pleas from Martin’s mouth soon turn to moans as Damion picks up speed. “You’re such a good fucking boy taking all of Daddy’s cock in that tight ass of yours. You like that don’t you? You like how Daddy feels inside you?” Damion bites out. “Yes Daddy! — fuck…Please don’t stop!” Damion smacks his ass and thrusts harder. Martin’s dick stiffens again and begins to drip. The rawness of their fuck sesh, being so ruined and claimed, nothing but the pure male primal instinct to fuck and dominate has me dripping down my legs. I ride my swollen cunt against my palm with my fingers curled inside. I smear my cream over my lips and clit then slide my fingers back in. I can feel another wave of pressure building, and I bite my lip in desperation to stay silent until the faint taste of blood fills my mouth. Their moans build louder; they’re so fucking close and so am I. “That’s right; take Daddy’s dick you little bitch! Your ass is mine! Say it!” Damion bites out. “IT’S YOURS! IT’S ALL YOURS SIR!” Martin cries out. “FUUUUCCK!” I hear Damion roar as he thrusts one last time, burying himself deep inside Martin’s ass filling it with his release. I silently join them in their climax clenching my thighs tightly around my hand, my fingers deep inside as my cum covers them and drips from  hand then slowly down my leg. I pray to God there’s a bathroom near by where I can freshen up before rejoining Maggie who’s probably starting to wonder where I am. No sooner does that thought enter my mind, my phone begins to ring! No, no, no! FUCK! I panic trying to find it quickly before Damion and Martin notice. Maybe they’re still caught up in their after sex bliss and cleaning up that they didn’t notice. I go to peer through the slit in the door to see and it’s completely dark. My heart sinks. OH SHIT! To my horror the doors open and there stands Damion half dressed, dampened strands of his dark hair draped over his forehead while his dark brown eyes look down at me peering into my soul. I stand there terrified, clenching my phone to my chest with cream soaked fingers and my face still flushed and dewy from riding out my last orgasm. “Well look what we have here…”