Million Dollar Sex Slave
Million Dollar Sex Slave begins with Border Patrolman Garrett stopping to talk to a beautiful Indian who stands with her thumb out alongside a desert road. His seduction leads to the sex trades, where he performs inside a dome for the most elite sex club in the world. The money is so good, the women so ravishing, that he slowly loses his sense of self, a psychological transformation so complete that he is in danger of forgetting who he is altogether. Will his seductress have a change of heart and rescue him or is he destined to lead a life of humiliation and depravity?
A story about hot sex, a handsome guy and a gorgeous woman, Million Dollar Sex Slave has it all. At its core is one man’s lust for a seemingly unattainable lover.
Garrett lies on a deck that rises toward a rectangular opening in the ceiling. He clutches his raging hard-on and hopes a woman is up on the stage and ready to fuck. He’s naked, except for a collar around his neck, an accoutrement Autumn snapped into place before she sent him on his way.
For his grand entrance, as per her instructions, he points his dick into the air. Mammoth and pulsating, pre-cum seeping out of his slit, his rod has taken on what is fast becoming a familiar purplish tint. His dick rises through the opening, and a spotlight comes on from somewhere above and illuminates his shaft.
The deck halts its upward movement while his body is still below the stage, and he wonders how many people are up there watching and what they think of his tree trunk.
“Shock and awe,” he says. “Shock and fucking awe.”
He curls both hands around his dick and strokes up and then back down, feels a stutter of pleasure where his climax begins. A woman’s voice sounds from above.
“Stud,” she says. “If you get off prematurely, we can forget about the tips.”
Muttering to himself, he stops stroking and waits for the deck to continue rising. What the hell does she expect? He hasn’t come in two days, and his dick is hard enough to drill steel.
“Screw the foreplay,” he says. “You’d better have your pussy ready.”
“Hot and throbbing. . . . That is one gigantic cock you’ve got there.”
“Largest in the world, human species anyway.” He has no idea if that’s true, but it sounds good.
“I’ve never seen anything like it and I’ve fucked some big cocks.”
Garrett hopes the woman looks as sexy as she sounds, not that it matters at this point. He would gladly close his eyes and hump an ugly woman . . . hell, he’d hump Joan Rivers right about now.
“Why don’t you come over and suck it,” he says. “Get us started off right.”
“You’ve got a mouth, don’t you?”
She chuckles. “So I’ve been told, but I’m tied up at the moment.”
The deck resumes its slow rise and the spotlight widens. He senses a rebirth, as though he’s exiting the womb fully formed and ready to fuck. The deck locks into place and he slowly comes erect.
The stage, larger than he expected, has a diameter of at least two-hundred feet. Garrett peers straight ahead, sees his reflection and realizes he’s inside a glass dome. He tries to see through the glass, but the amphitheater beyond is dark and he can’t make out anything, let alone judge the size of his audience. His gaze travels up the curvature to the apex, where the spotlight blazes like a white sun. The temperature is cool, perfect for hard-core sex, and he wants to get to it.