To Quote Hemingway
Date: 10/14/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: flytoomuch, Source: LushStories
Viagra? Cialis? Or perhaps you think the centuries old standby Rhino horn is the world’s top aphrodisiac? Nope. It’s plain old money: dirty filthy lucre. Nothing is a more powerful stimulant of the libido than the glitter of gold and the smell of a newly minted stack of Benjamins. ___________________________________________________________________ “Come here. Let’s show my husband this massive weapon. After all he’s paying for it.” Patricia tugged on Robbie’s leash drawing him away from the massive bed where minutes before they had been rutting madly. The blonde Anja lay exhausted on the soft Italian sheets wearing only a smile. Her orgasms had seemingly sated her twenty-year-old body. The stiff new studded leather collar dug into the young man’s neck as the lithe brunette beauty tugged him forward. Robbie licked his lips. His mouth was parched. Too much Krug Champagne he guessed. The twenty-year-old college athlete tried to recall how only a few weeks ago he had never even tasted real Champagne, let alone vintage Krug. Young Robbie stood muscular and naked shuffling forward. His nine-inch cock curved out impressively from his toned ridged abdomen. The huge cock gleamed coated by the viscous juices of the tight wet pussy it had only moments ago been pounding. The powerfully built athlete looked towards Dave Potter, the man he used to caddy for at the exclusive golf club. The older executive was standing slightly stooped behind the chrome bars in the corner. His sexy trophy ...