Thrice The Pleasure

Ram

Sometimes people needed to die. There was a certain kind of evil where there was nothing to do but to kill it. 
I had learned this lesson early. I’d gotten a full ride academic scholarship to University of San Carlos and hadn’t come home for Christmas because I’d been busy studying for finals. But I’d finished my Philosophy term paper early. I wanted to make it home to surprise my mother on her birthday.
That was when I found her on the floor. Two black eyes and a broken nose.
“He didn’t mean it.” She kept repeating it over and over. “He’s a good man. I upset him. He didn’t mean it.”
When she wouldn’t give me a name, I tore through all her shit. Found her phone. Found the fucker’s name.
I tore out of the house. But not before grabbing my baseball bat.
Then I went and took care of evil.
The only thing I regretted when the police took me away in cuffs three hours later was that I hadn’t finished the job.

Marlo

I slammed the hot unnaturally blonde up against the back of the women’s restroom door after shutting and locking it. 
I kissed her deep and ground my erection into her stomach unabashedly. After all, she was the one who pulled me into the bathroom after a short ten minutes of heavy flirting. If she wasn’t going to bother being subtle, well, why should I?
“You’re the hottest girl I’ve laid me eyes on.” Tonight anyway. I didn’t add that last part. A little flattery was expected with these things.
My hand roamed up from her waist to cup her breasts. I paused when I felt how unnaturally firm they were. Like two hard little melons. Damn, even girls out here in the middle of nowhere got boob jobs? Was nothing sacred anymore?
But hey, boobs were boobs. I plucked at her nipples through the thin little nothing spandex tube top she was wearing.
Then she pulled back from me. “I want to blow you. Is that okay?
My eyebrows went up. “Well, who am I to deny a beautiful woman when she wants what she wants?”
She giggled. “I love how fancy you talk.”
It never failed. My Scottish accent got me almost as much tail here in Cebu, my mom’s birth city, as being a famous playboy billionaire had back in Edinburgh.
She dropped to her knees right here on the restroom floor and reached for my pants. I leaned back against the door and crossed my hands behind my head. I couldn’t help smirking as her little hands fumbled with my belt and zipper.
I could help her, sure, but watching the show like this was more fun. Eventually she managed to get her greedy little hand in my slacks. She yanked out my Scottish-Cebuano cock.
Ow. “Gentle,” I hissed, my hands dropping to her bleach blonde hair.
She looked up at me through her eyelash extensions and smiled. “Sorry. I just want to taste you so bad. I didn’t mean to be rough. I’ve seen you at Icon before and I was always hoping we might…” She glanced down like she was bashful.
She had her hand on my knob, her lips an inch away from my crown and she was going to pretend to be shy now? Come the feck on.
I wanted to growl at her to shut up and get her mouth on my dick already. I stopped myself at the last second. A Scottish accent would only get a lad so far.
And wasn’t the whole reason I’d taken this extended vacation to the Philippines because I was tired of everyone bowing and scraping at my feet no matter how I treated them? I was trying to learn how to be a decent human being for a change.
I put on my most charming smile, the one I knew brought out my dimples. The bettys went mad for dimples. “Well, looking hot as fuck in that little red minidress was sure a good way to get my attention.”
She pulled my cock toward her mouth and gave a long, sloppy lick up the bottom side of my shaft. She repeated the action several times, licking me up and down. In a way that reminded me of a deer at a salt lick.
“Why don’t you suck me?” I put a little pressure on her head. “Pretend I’m your favorite flavored popsicle, yeah?”
“Am I getting you hot?” she asked, holding the base of my shaft and smiling up at me. Some of her lipstick had smeared onto her chin while she’d been licking at me. I had to fight to keep my cockstand.
“Yeah,” I said, less than enthusiastically. “So now, why don’t you suck me in your mouth? That’ll get me even hotter.”
She grinned like I’d just said Christmas was coming early and popped the crown of my cock in her mouth.
Fucking finally. I was just about to relax against the door and enjoy the ride when she suddenly gagged and yanked back from me.
“Sorry,” she said. Fucking God, the lipstick situation was even worse now, a little bit of saliva dripping from her bottom lip. “I have a really sensitive gag reflex.”
So, why’d you fuckin’ go down on me in the first place? This was getting less and less fun by the minute.
“Look, maybe this was a bad idea.” I pulled my pelvis back from her mouth and would have stepped away except she still had an iron grip on my dick.
“No, wait!” Her eyes flashed panic and she jumped back to her feet. She leaned in for a kiss but I turned my head, not wanting to make contact with her manky lipstick smeared mouth. 
She just rolled with it, though. She went up on tiptoe so she could whisper in my ear, hand still on my cock. “I just want to be with you. You can stick it anywhere. Up my ass if you want.”
Well, shite. A woman went and made an offer like that, what was a lad to do?
I finally let go of my knob and sauntered over to the sink. She wiped her mouth with her forearm, which helped clear off the smeared lipstick. She was sorta pretty. In the same generic way that a hundred other girls were. I wasn’t sure if it was worth it. Sure, I hadn’t got my oats off in a while, but the rest of the guys were outside and I’d already been gone too long—
Then this woman—Mary? Marie? I couldn’t remember—bent over at the waist, her arse pointed toward me. She yanked up the nothing little scrap of spandex that was her miniskirt and damn!
Her tits might be fake, but this was one-hundred percent genuine, Grade A Filipina arse. She leaned to look at me over her shoulder, then widened her stance even further so that I could just make out the contours of her unshaved pussy.
“Any hole you want,” she repeated her earlier offer.
My cock jumped. I dropped a hand to jerk my shaft up and down as I took a step toward her. I pulled a Durex real feel condom out of my pocket. Lessons that every good Scottish boy learned early—never leave the house without a rain-slicker or a handful of condoms. The hope being that even if it was raining cats and dogs outside, a lad would always have a warm, safe place to stick his prick.
“Oh, I’m clean,” the woman said when her eyes dropped to the condom in my hand.
“That’s nice,” I said, rolling the condom down my cock as I stared at her tight little arse. This just might be her best side. Yeah, she was pretty but she was obviously one of those birds who knew it. Tons of make-up, the fake boobs.
I slapped her arse and it jiggled just like a proper arse should. She yelped and glared at me over her shoulder. The glare lasted just a moment, though. The next second she’d softened her features and she licked along her top lip in a way that was obviously meant to be seductive. “Do you want me to help you get it in?”
“No, I got it. Just lean over. Face forward.” I put my hand on her spine to urge her a little lower. My balls were aching and I really wanted to just fuck this chick and get out of here. It’d been almost a month, and her pussy was better than my hand.
But it’d really go a lot easier if she just stopped fuckin’ talking. My cockstand was already drooping again and that was just a fecking shame. Her face might only be a six but this arse really was a nine.
My hands dropped down and I caressed the round globes, closing my eyes and pressing my condom covered cock into the crevice of her arse. I massaged and molded her cheeks until they cupped my hard-on.
“Jaysus,” I whispered. “You got one fine arse here.”
I reached around to strum at her clit, still half lost in the feel of my cock grinding her arse. But my eyes popped abruptly open when I touched her flesh and realized she was barely wet at all. What the fuck?
“Oh, that feels so good,” she said breathily, wiggling her arse against my hard on.
“Does it?”
She must not have heard the skepticism in my voice because she just let out another breathy moan.
All right, well, fair enough. I hadn’t done much to work her up other than shoving her up against the wall when we first got in here and then having her gag on my knob. I was willing to put in the work. Any woman who slept with me was damn well going to get off.
It was another of the promises I’d made to myself when I crossed an ocean to leave my old life behind. How many bettys had I fucked throughout my youth without bothering to see to their pleasure? They were fighting to throw themselves on my cock and service me without asking for anything in return. Okay, that wasn’t true—they asked for plenty. Exclusive club memberships. Diamond bracelets. Trips to different cities they couldn’t even pronounced. Just not orgasms. Because that might make them look too demanding.
I shook my head and tried to come fully back to this moment. This woman. This arse.
My forefinger quickly zeroed in on her clit and her body jolted when I made contact. Oh yeah. I hadn’t lost my touch. I circled the small bud, loving the feel of how it hardened but all the hot flesh around stayed soft and yielding. I reached around with my other hand and dipped a finger inside her.
She hissed out in pleasure and pressed back against me. And for the first time, it didn’t feel like a calculated move. That was goddamned right. I’d make her so crazy she’d forget to put on some stupid fecking show.
I leaned over and kissed the back of her neck, still circling her clit with a gentle, explorative touch.
After my misspent youth and finishing Uni, I really put in the time to discovering the mechanics of female pleasure. I nipped with my teeth at the back of her neck even as I slipped a second finger inside her.
“Oh. God,” she whimpered, shuddering around my fingers.
“That’s right,” I coaxed, my cock coming back to full mast at her response. “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”
“But you—” she tried to protest. “Stick it in so we can—”
“Hush.” I finally increased the pressure on her clitoris, returning over and over again to one particular spot that made her words cut off and her back arch.
“Yes. Keep— Oh my God, yes.”
I used my thumb to continue strumming her clit. Then I tugged her hair so she’d look over her shoulder at me. I loved watching women while they came. No matter what they rated on the hotness scale, they became beautiful during climax.
“Now,” I ordered, losing the cheerful joviality I’d had all night. “Come. Fucking now.”
Her eyebrows lifted and then her whole face scrunched in surprised longing that almost looked like pain as she orgasmed. Jaysus, I loved that. That line between pleasure and pain. And how fucking fleeting it all was.
Her mouth dropped open and her head tipped back as the shudders racked her body. I kept stroking her all the way through it, more fucking turned on than I had been all night. I was finally hard as a rock against her.
Her body had barely stopped quaking before I had my cock nudging at her now drenched pussy. I grabbed my shaft and rubbed the crown back and forth over her swollen lips.

“Yes. Oh God, yes. Please, Marlo. Make love to me. Oh my God,” her voice was hoarse. “I’ve never made love with a billionaire before. You’re even more amazing than I thought—Oh!” She grabbed the sink and swiveled her head to look at me as I yanked back from her. “What is it, baby?”
“What did you just say?” I stared at her, willing myself to have misheard her.