Black Queen

Chapter 1

Gunner

The annual Sharpshooter Bacchanal is the Las Vegas event of the year. Everyone who’s anyone wants an invite to this no-holds-barred party where your greatest sexual fantasies come to life. I’ve had celebrities, politicians, and even princes come into this room.

            The invitations go out to the cream of the crop. There are three criteria you must fulfill to become eligible for an invite: Money, power, and women. Oh, and you have to be good looking, just to be fair to everyone else, you know?

            The goal is to have fun. One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience because it’s unlikely you’ll be invited the following year; the only exceptions are my friends. 

            Every year, the hottest clubs vie for the privilege of hosting my party. This year, the lucky winner is Club Ivy, which is owned by Dickerson Rhodes, the best club owner in the United States. He and his wife have expanded their business to encompass almost every state. They’re even thinking of expanding to resorts around the world. 

            We’re already in talks about them carrying  wines from my brand, Toxic, in each of their establishments. Holding this party at Dick’s premier Las Vegas club named after his wife is actually a token of goodwill. The ink is pretty much dry on the contracts. All the more reason to celebrate.

            “Hey, Sharpshooter,” one of my best friends calls from the other side of the VIP lounge, “you joining us on the dancefloor?”

            “Maybe later,” I say over the loud music, then I point at the woman currently on her knees between my legs. “Busy at the moment.”

            I didn’t care for the nickname Sharpshooter at first. I got it in college when I started developing a reputation as a lady’s man. No one seemed immune to my charms and my smile shoots them directly in the heart. 

They say I left a trail of wet pussies in my wake.

            The nickname stuck when the women started calling me that, too. I even named one of my best Merlots after it, a sharp red wine that perfectly matches any meat. 

            I stretch my arms out over the back of the couch and buck my hips forward so the head of my cock touches the back of the woman’s throat. She yelps in surprise, but moans soon after. I don’t even know her name.

            “That’s it, baby,” I urge. “Take me all the way in.”

            “You’re so big, Sharpshooter,” she says against my length. 

            “Swallow me whole.”

            She continues with her ministrations as I look over my party. There are naked women dancing in cages while men throw money at them. On another side, men and women are strategically placed on top of one bar where you can drink body shots off their naked bodies.

            There’s even what I call the meat market. It’s an auction for the fuck of your dreams. I have high-class, grade A professionals up on a platform and my guests can bid on who gets to join them for the night. The person goes to the highest bidder. 

            Sometimes, I get the odd request from a guest requesting to be one of the auction items. Who am I to say no? For the price they’re paying, and if that’s what gets them off, who am I to say no?

            I have my eye on one of the girls on display. She has the best tits in the place. Currently the bid for her is a hundred thousand dollars. 

            “Hey, Carlson,” I say to one of my friends, “will you up the bid to 200k for that redhead? I really want to fuck her tonight.”

            “You got it, Sharpshooter.” Carlson nods and does what he’s told. 

            My eyes move toward the dance floor filled with barely clothed writhing bodies. I even catch a couple of people having sex right in the crowd. It’s the consequence of being here.

            I check the buffet placed on the side. By buffet, I mean an array of aphrodisiacs and any dish guaranteed to lower inhibitions – fresh oysters, watermelon cubes soaked in vodka… the most decadent chocolates. Some of them even have a little something mixed in which ensures you get a rock-hard cock in minutes. 

            I have a naked woman lying on the buffet table covered in strawberries and figs. You can go up to her and gorge yourself on everything she offers. Her legs are bent so her pussy is on display, and there’s actual honey there you can dip your fruits into. 

            I see one of my friends has taken a liking to the buffet goddess. He takes a strawberry from her stomach and runs the tip over her pussy lips, taking a dollop of honey before putting it into his mouth. Each time that happens, she’s instructed to moan with pleasure. 

Her skin is so sensitive to the touch she’ll react to the slightest whisper. That’s what my friend does when he speaks against her exposed nipple. The bud immediately gets hard.

Watching the orgy happening before me makes my cock stiffer than ever. Unlike my other party participants, I don’t need aphrodisiacs to get me where I need to go. I place my hand on top of the woman’s head.

“Suck me in deep,” I hiss at her. “Yes, that’s it.”

She bobs her head and milks my cock by squeezing her cheeks together. She hums as she goes, adding vibration to the sensation going through my erection. 

God, this is the life. I have money. I have power. I have the looks to match.

There’s nothing I want that I don’t get. 

I come hard, and when the woman tries to lift her head, I order, “Swallow it all.” 

That’s what she does as I continue to buck my hips into her hot mouth. Only when she has swallowed every last drop, do I allow her to stand. 

“Good girl,” I tell her, and she smiles proudly, as if I’d given her a gold star for her efforts. As she should since it’s a privilege to have my cock inside any part of her body.