FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS (A Steamy Collection)

Chapter 4

Two thousand euros a day,” Ignacio said with typical Spanish pride. “Each.”

“Is that before or after your cut, Iggy?” Monica wondered sleepily from behind her sunglasses – the only thing she wore aside from cocoa-butter.

“Before,” he admitted around a sip of champagne. “But that still leaves you with fifteen hundred and it’s three days guaranteed, perhaps a week.”

“Mmmph...” I pulled my mouth off his ruddy p***s with wet gasp. “What’s the guy’s name again?”

“Ennio Attolini,” he said, bringing his glass towards me and I lowered my open mouth to his balls.

We were sunbathing on the large balcony of Iggy’s suite at the Monaco Hilton and the man had been our pimp for nearly six months already. He liked to call himself our business agent and even had business cards with real gold lettering to announce himself as such. Ignacio did very well by us and Monica and I did alright by him, and we shared a certain fondness for each other, I thought, that went beyond mere business.

I’d turned sixteen only a week before and I barely recognized myself. I had breasts now, real ones courtesy of a doctor Iggy knew in Geneva. Swiss surgeons are the best in the world, he’d assured me, and I believed him. The doctor had worked some magic, not only on my chest, but my waist and hips as well, even my vocal chords as he’d shortened them and given me the sweet, lilting voice of a teenage girl ... forever. There was no going back now and I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that, but what choice did I have?

I loved Monica like a sister and I couldn’t ever say no to her.

We looked like sisters too. I had a 32C-20-32 body, bronzed under the Mediterranean sun. My hair was thick and naturally dark, falling around my face in silky waves. I still had my smokey eyes, smoldering with lust at the moment, and everything about me screamed s*x. What God in His infinite wisdom had started in my DNA, Monica, Iggy, and modern medicine had finished. I was made for s*x and a great many men wanted me for only that. They would have been shocked to discover my sperm filled balls, however, and thick seven inches of eager c**k hiding between my thighs.

Monica looked even better than she had when I’d first met her almost a year before. She was twenty-two, as it turned out, and perhaps the most beautiful man in the world, in my opinion at least, and I wasn’t alone. Lots of guys, straight ones, stumbled all over themselves when they saw her coming. Of course, Monica liked to say it was because they were looking at me and I guess maybe the two of us together were dangerous, who knows? Iggy thought so anyway, but he wasn’t exactly known for his modesty either.

Anyway, Monica lay on her tummy just then, stretching her long, golden body beneath the hot sun with her legs spread wide enough that I could see her scrumptious ballsack and semi-hard c**k pressed down and pointing towards her feet. She had a wonderful mane of curling auburn hair and startling green eyes to punctuate her beauty. Monica was flawless, to my mind, and the perfect, idealized perversion of womanhood.

Ignacio, on the other hand, was a man entirely - tall, dark, and handsome. Except for his taste in women, of course. He much preferred boys over men and the more feminine the better, which is why he had such a fondness for me. Iggy had an infatuation, I knew, and spoiled me like his own daughter at times. He had all the charm of an old world courtier in the company of wealth and the Spaniard was a born salesman. He lived in Paris, drove a Ferrari, and sold everything from English castles to French vineyards.

Now he sold us and we were all making a great deal of money doing it.

“Hmmm...” Ignacio sighed, pouring champagne over his stiff c**k so that it spilled off his scrotum and into my mouth.

I giggled, swallowing quickly and lapping at his balls. He shifted in his chair, leaning back and moving his ass to the edge of the silk cushion so that I could dip my head even lower. I spread his firm cheeks and licked the man’s asshole. Iggy had a fetish for getting rimmed and I didn’t mind doing it for him. He kept himself clean enough, but even after a long day I enjoyed the sweaty flavor and pungent musk of a real man. I tickled his anus and stiffened my tongue, getting just the tip past his tight sphincter and we both moaned with pleasure.

While I did that, I felt blindly for his prick and began to jerk him off slowly. Most often, Monica would suck the Spaniard off while I ate his ass, or sometimes straddle his thighs and f**k him. Today she seemed to be sleeping, however, and I could understand that. We’d had a late night entertaining a Turkish shipping magnate and his teenage son. The boy had just turned twelve-years-old and I’d taken his virginity under his father’s approving eyes, meaning the child had f****d me in the ass. I had no interest in being anything but a bottom b***h, so when the time had come to return the favor, Monica had accepted the honor. She’d slipped her sexy c**k into his boy cunt with one long push while I’d entertained the father with my mouth.

That had been then, and this was now. I pushed everything else out of my mind and concentrated on making Ignacio feel good. He practically sat on my face with my mouth, chin, and nose buried between the cheeks of his ass. Both of my arms were wrapped around his hairy thighs and I pushed and pulled at his c**k for ten minutes before I heard and felt him cumming for me. I sat up quickly as his c**k pulsed beneath my fingers, letting him spray hot c*m across my heaving breasts and down to my tummy while I licked my lips and watched his face contort with the effort. Some of it even landed near my own straining c**k, pointed like an arrow at his heart.

Yeah, Iggy loved me and after he’d spent his lust on my nubile body, he pulled me upward so he could prove it with deep, soul stirring kiss. Some people think Frenchmen know how to kiss, but that’s only because they’ve never had a Spaniard. Jesus! Ignacio could melt iron with his passionate mouth and I only wished he was really gay because I bet he’d have made an awesome cocksucker. But, unfortunately, he claimed to be straight and no matter what I might do for him, Iggy wouldn’t even give me a handjob.

So much for love.