Love For Rent by K.C. Cave

 

     
Love for Rent

    By K.C. Cave
    Artwork by Moira Nelligar
    Text copyright 2015 K.C. Cave
    Book 5 of Junie Makes Michael
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    This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places or events are entirely coincidental. This e-book includes descriptions of explicit sex and is for adults only. The stories in this e-book are completely fictional and are meant to be taken as fantasy. The author does not endorse or condone practices like incest, rape, or rough sexual encounters in any form. All characters depicted in these stories are 18 years old and above.

    The Gulfstream, on a flight to nowhere, had leveled off at 39,000 feet. The main compartment, a large suite with a king-size bed and two sofa groupings, was essentially a fuck pad in the air.
    Melanie was on all fours, head down, ass up, her arms thrust forward against the headboard. Junie’s arm circled her waist as she guided Rapja’s hard, black cock to Melanie’s puckered asshole. He gripped her hips as she gyrated on his stiffness, pushing—so far, to no avail.
    They were nude. This would be the last fuck of a very long night that had started in the rapper’s penthouse suite. Now, cruising over the Atlantic in his custom jet, Melanie was gifting Rapja her anal cherry.
    “Steady pressure, she’s relaxing, it’ll go in,” Junie said, urging on the rapper. Rapja stood at the edge of the bed, knees bent, straining between Melanie’s legs, his hands death-gripping her hips. Sweat ran down his face and dripped off his chin. It would be his fourth orgasm of the evening—if he could get it out.
    “You said you had another one in you,” Junie said. “Goddamn it, you said …”
    “Just give me a pill!”
    “No fucking pills! Put it in! You wanted a virgin asshole. Here she is. Fuck her!”
    Small mewing sounds escaped from Melanie as the black man pushed against her entrance. Junie grabbed the lube and slopped more slick goo around Melanie’s anus, smearing it up the veiny shaft of Rapja’s cock and his thick balls, big as hen’s eggs and tight against the base of his cock. “The head’s half in.”
    “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck .” It was Melanie. “I never…I never…jeezus…”
    Junie reached under Melanie to her clit and made little circles on the hard nub. Leaning up to Melanie’s ear, she whispered, “You’re doing good. It’s a fuck he’ll remember for the rest of his life.”
    With a loud grunt, Rapja pushed his meat partway into her rectum as the ring of muscle gave. Melanie emitted a high-pitched keen and shuddered: “So…fucking… big !” Junie wrapped her hand around his shaft, stopping it at about four inches into her girlfriend’s ass. “You’re getting soft, goddamn it,” she snarled.
    “Long night,” he gasped. Then a scowl: “Watch how you talk to me, woman.”
    Junie stood up, put her mouth to his ear. “You got an accountant? Pay him well?”
    Rapja nodded, thrusting into Melanie.
    “Argue with him at tax time? Damn right you don’t. You listen when he talks. Because he knows more about taxes and not paying taxes then you could ever imagine. Well, I know more about sex than you ever will. You’re paying us well for this. So shut the fuck up.”
    Not waiting for a reply, Junie reached for her courier bag and rummaged around. Pulling out a harness and dildo, she stepped into it and snugged it tight between her legs. After slopping lube on the fake dick, she pushed it through the hole. Now she had a hard, black, deeply veined penis almost the