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Melinda laughed and said, “That’s nice of you to say, even though we’re surrounded by supermodels and plastic trophy wives.”
“You make them all look like hot garbage.” Andrew looked like he wanted to kiss her goodbye, but wisely resisted.
“He’s right, you know,” I said as we walked into the main room. “You belong here more than anyone. None of them can compare to you. Remember that for the next hour. Act like it.”
Melinda blushed, then stood up a little straighter.
It was just like any other fashion show I had been to: a long runway, raised off the ground, ran down the middle of the long room. Chairs were arranged on both sides of it. Our seats were in the front row, down near the end where the models would pose before turning around. Cameras snapped and heads turned to watch as we took our seats. The woman sitting next to me gave me a long, seductive smile. Her date, a man old enough to be her grandfather, didn’t seem to notice.
As the show began, I realized that’s why I was so attracted to Melinda. Ever since I had become wealthy and famous, women had basically thrown themselves at me. But it wasn’t me they were attracted to: it was the idea of me. My fame and money. That kind of attraction was as real as the woman’s too-perky breasts. Like anything else fake in life, it didn’t last.
Melinda, however, had been skeptical of me from the beginning. She actively resisted me for weeks after discovering who I was. It took time to win her over. And when I finally did woo her, it was with my own charm and personality. It had nothing to do with all the bullshit superficial stuff.
I haven’t had a relationship this genuine since high school, I thought as the first model posed at the end of the runway, then turned around and began strutting back. That’s why I can’t get enough of her.
I wondered if it would last.
We made an appearance at the cocktail party after the show, then returned to our room at the Ritz Paris. My suite was fit for a king, but I ignored the amenities and immediately pounced on my gorgeous would-be surrogate. I was hungry for her after spending three hours fantasizing about what I wanted to do to her in that dress, and couldn’t wait a second longer.
“Don’t leave,” I told Andrew and Tristan as they lingered by the door. “You two are going to warm her up for me.”
Melinda raised an eyebrow at me. “They are?”
I backed away and sat in one of the chairs by the window, facing the bed. “I want to watch first.”
I watched hungrily as the other two men descended on Melinda like a pair of wolves. They passed her back and forth, kissing and touching and rubbing. Then she dropped to her knees and began sucking them off, alternating between them.
When they pushed her onto the bed and tried undressing her, I said, “No. Keep the dress on.”
They did as they were told, hiking the dress up and yanking down Melinda’s lace panties. Andrew pushed her onto her hands and knees, fucking her doggy style while she gave Tristan a blowjob. I considered making an Eiffel Tower joke since we were in Paris, but didn’t want to spoil the mood. I was already incredibly turned-on, so I unzipped my pants and began jacking off slowly to the sight of the three of them.
Strangely enough, my emotional attachment to Melinda didn’t make me jealous. If anything, it heightened my lust for her. It was like watching porn, but live. Porn that I was going to get to participate in.
The suspense made it that much hotter. Denying myself what I wanted, drawing it out.
After they had switched places twice, when I couldn’t stand it any longer, I rose from the chair and removed my own clothes. Slowly, making Melinda watch while the other two men continued having their way with her.
When I was nude, I finally climbed onto the bed. I replaced Andrew behind her, filling her pussy from behind. Melinda arched her back and gazed over her shoulder at me, drunk with pleasure. I put a hand on the back of her head and pushed her back onto Tristan’s cock.
“Nobody said you could stop,” I scolded while driving into her. “There you go. Fill that pretty mouth.”
She moaned in agreement around Tristan’s hard length.
I didn’t last long. Not after watching and fantasizing about this for twenty minutes. I slammed my cock into her faster, chasing that heightened ecstasy that was filling my body from the toes upward, and finally unloaded inside of her. I pulled her ass toward me, giving Melinda every inch of me as she accepted my seed.
“Hurry,” I commanded the other two. “Fill her like I did.”
Tristan rolled her onto her back and sank between her legs. I bent over and kissed her with tongue, the two of us moaning together as Tristan began to come. Andrew was there, waiting, so I grabbed his arm and pulled him down toward Melinda’s face. She accepted his cock, stroking him rapidly while sucking on the tip as Tristan finished depositing his load into her swollen pussy.
“I’m coming,” Andrew gritted out. “I’m…”
Tristan got out of the way, but Andrew wasn’t quick enough. The first rope of his come shot across the rubies ringing Melinda’s neck, and the second landed on her thigh as he scrambled between her legs. He let out a long groan as he buried his dick into her, his stiff length pulsing as the rest of his come found its way home.
“I’m sorry,” he said, falling backwards onto the bed, chest heaving. “She felt so good, and it came on so quickly…”
“I know exactly how you feel,” I said, laughing. “Most of it hit the target. I won’t be firing you any time soon.”
“Whew,” he replied. “Thank God.”
