The Irresistible Proposal
I recommend that you read it first to make it easier to read and understand this one.
The first time you open a drawer you shouldn’t, it’s tough, it sticks, but by the second time, it glides easier, and from the third time on, you don’t even think about whether you should open it—you just do.
Obsession. That’s what it’s called.
By the poolside, on that sun-soaked morning, Steve was consumed by the memory that drove him to buy the mansion. He’d been seduced, raw and unfiltered, by the realtors—a mother and daughter—who tapped into his deepest, dirtiest desires to seal the contract. Steve signed, and what followed was an afternoon of fucking so unforgettable it was burned into his skull. The image of the daughter and mother tangled in raw lust before him was etched in his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.
After they vanished for weeks, he hunted them down; he needed that high again. He found Vanessa on Instagram, and she had a proposition. But questions gnawed at him: Were they really mother and daughter? Or was it a slick trick to get his signature? And the sister he’d seen in a photo, Taís—was she family, or another piece of their game?
He’d know soon. His driver had just picked them up from the airport, heading straight to the mansion. The same mansion they sold him. The same mansion where that forbidden fuck first went down.
Steve had his driver share his location to track their route. But somewhere along the way, the signal dropped. Or maybe they were stuck at the same intersection for a grueling forty-three minutes. Steve was a walking ball of anxiety. He wanted answers. But more than anything, he wanted Dayana and Vanessa.
The car finally rolled through the mansion’s gate. Steve’s heart pounded like a drum. “Act natural,” he told himself. As if that were fucking possible. The car stopped in the courtyard. Steve didn’t blink, desperate to catch every second of their arrival. Dayana stepped out of the front passenger door, dark sunglasses on, rocking a sleek, sexy blue dress, clutching a chic white valise. Vanessa slipped out of the left rear door in a tight yellow dress that hugged her curves, her gorgeous face and blonde hair framed by a white headband. A basic outfit on a woman who was anything but.
And from the right rear door came Taís, the younger sister… or was she? Fucking stunning in a floral dress, her wavy hair setting her apart from her mother and sister. Enough to make you wonder.
“Hello, ladies!” Steve said, “acting natural” like some cheesy uncle.
“Hello, Mr. Steve,” Vanessa replied, reaching him first. “Glad you’re enjoying the mansion.”
“Good to see you again, Vanessa.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” Vanessa purred, her words dripping with double meaning. “This is my sister, Taís. You’ve probably seen her in a photo.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Taís,” he said, kissing her cheek with forced formality.
Taís was drop-dead gorgeous. Barely twenty, max. Her floral dress screamed for attention. Adrenaline surged through Steve’s veins. Then he felt his cock stiffen, unbidden. He kept trying to play it “natural.”
“Dayana!” he said, chanting in his head, “Natural, Steve, natural.”
“Hello, Mr. Steve. I hope you’re doing well.”
“Let’s sit, everyone!” Steve suggested.
A table near the poolside deck was set for their little foursome. A bottle of Dom Pérignon and four flutes. Steve wanted to impress, naturally. But Vanessa and Taís chose to lounge on the deck by the pool, leaving Dayana to steer a more private talk with Steve.
Dayana and Steve sat at the table, and she took control.
“Well, as Vanessa told you, we have a proposition,” Dayana started.
“You selling me another mansion? Maybe a ranch?” Steve joked, half-serious.
Dayana paused, locking her eyes on his.
“This time, we can cut the bullshit,” she said, voice thick with flirtation. “First, I know you’ve got questions.”
“What went down that day? Are you really…”
“Mother and daughter? Or mother and daughters, in this case.”
Dayana opened her white valise. It was almost comical, in that lavish setting, to see green ID cards. Steve felt like a damn notary. He checked all three IDs. They looked real. Vanessa and Taís shared the same last name and parentage. Dayana, too. It was weird, bittersweet, but a relief; he hadn’t been played.
Steve handed back the IDs and glanced at the pool. Vanessa and Taís, smirking, watching them.
“What’s the proposition?” Steve asked.
“It’s fucking obvious.”
A shiver shot through Steve’s body. His heart was a jackhammer.
“How much?” he asked.
“Three million!”
“You’re out of your mind! That’s…”
“A shitload of money,” Dayana finished. “For us, sure. For you, let’s be real, it’s pocket change.”
Steve was a mess: pissed, horny, guilty, helpless. He took a deep breath and eyed Vanessa and Taís by the pool, now teasingly fixing each other’s hair with slow, deliberate moves.
“I’ll do one million,” Steve shot back, haggling.
“No way. Three million…” Dayana said, her voice firm and dripping with lust. “You know what Vanessa and I can do. And trust me: my youngest is a fucking demon.”
Steve flipped through the contract Dayana handed him, hesitated for a split second, but gave in to the itch and signed.
Obsession. That’s what it’s called.
Dayana filled another flute and handed it to Steve.
“Cheers! Another deal sealed.” They clinked glasses.
It was late, but a dark thought hit Steve: maybe there was some fine print in that contract signing over part of the mansion, his fortune, or his fucking soul. But the deal was done.
Taís and Vanessa grinned, knowing they’d won. They locked eyes for a moment—and started making out. Steve sipped his champagne; its taste mixed with raw lust and a pang of guilt.
“This is so fucking wrong,” Steve muttered, obsessed.
Dayana smirked, eyeing the bottle.
“How much is this champagne worth?”
“Six grand, at least.”
Dayana tipped the bottle onto the floor, nearly emptying it—Steve nearly choked, watching the pricey liquid spill away.
She stood and peeled off her dress in front of Steve, standing buck naked. Right there, she poured the last of the champagne over her tits. Steve licked the Dom Pérignon off Dayana’s breasts, then sucked her nipples until they hardened, diving headfirst into pleasure.
Steve closed his eyes, rubbing his face against Dayana’s perfect tits, breathing in her oud perfume spiked with amber and jasmine. He’d been craving that scent for weeks. As he worked her nipples, he caught Vanessa’s sweet vanilla and Taís’s wild red berries. Vanessa pulled Steve into a deep kiss while Taís nipped at his neck.
“Mr. Steve,” Vanessa whispered, “how about we take this to the suite?”
Steve nodded, already lost.
Vanessa led the way, knowing the path. Steve held hands with Dayana and Taís. Up close, Taís’s gaze was pure angel.
“You look like an angel,” Steve said. “Your mom says you’re the devil herself.”
“Mom’s always picking on me,” Taís teased, like a naughty schoolgirl. “Vanessa’s her favorite. Maybe I’m both.”
Climbing the stairs, Vanessa stripped, her yellow dress pooling at the base, her lingerie scattered on the first steps. Steve’s eyes were glued to her juicy ass swaying, driving him fucking insane.
At the bed, Taís unbuttoned Steve’s shirt and unzipped his pants, yanking them down.
“Angel,” Steve taunted.
Taís just smirked.
She sprawled on the bed; Vanessa tugged off his shoes while Taís undid his belt. On the bed, Dayana, Steve, and Vanessa watched Taís slide the straps of her floral dress down, letting it hit the floor. No lingerie. Her naked body was fucking breathtaking, making Steve’s cock throb hard.
Steve’s hands roamed Dayana and Vanessa’s bodies—mother and daughter—and he was hooked. Taís climbed onto him, nibbling his ear and grinding her pussy against his cock. Then she kissed him, long and dirty.
“This is what you want to see,” Dayana said, pulling Taís into a filthy kiss. Steve’s cock was screaming with need.
Vanessa kissed Steve, then her sister. Steve knew, contract or not, these three owned his fucking soul.
Dayana lay beside Steve, and he kissed her. With a wicked grin, she said, “See how my girls obey, Steve.” She turned to them. “Come on, girls, suck his cock.”
Taís started licking the head of Steve’s cock, slow and torturous, eyes locked on his like she wanted to break him with pleasure. His cock pulsed harder, waves of ecstasy ripping through him with every flick of her tongue. Vanessa sucked his balls, then ran her tongue up his cock, nearly kissing her sister’s lips.
“Jesus fucking Christ, forgive me, this is wrong, but it’s too fucking good,” Steve thought.
“Swallow his cock…” Dayana commanded, her voice sharp, and Taís obeyed.
Steve watched the two gorgeous sisters devour his cock. He felt like a fucking king. Each time Taís took him deep, Steve tensed, drowning in pleasure. The girls grinned at him, like they were just warming up. And they fucking were.
Dayana spread her legs wide and beckoned Vanessa. The older sister left Steve’s balls to eat her own mother’s pussy with hunger.
“Holy fucking shit!” Steve gasped, blaspheming without a care.
The sisters synced their rhythm: Taís swallowing Steve’s cock, Vanessa worshipping her mother’s pussy with raw devotion.
“You… you always do this?” Steve stammered.
“Not always,” Vanessa said between licks. “Usually just Friday nights.” She winked, her voice pure mockery.
All three had those gorgeous, devilish smiles. Steve was rattled, and they fucking loved it.
“Switch!” Dayana barked at her daughters.
Taís and Vanessa shared a sultry look and swapped. Now Vanessa worked Steve’s cock with her mouth while Taís ate Dayana’s pussy.
“That’s it, my girl, make mommy happy,” Dayana purred, eyes shut, her tits heaving with each breath.
Vanessa smirked, gripping Steve’s cock tight, slapping it against her face before sucking, adding a delicious twist of depravity.
“Keep that up, I’m gonna cum!” Steve groaned.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Dayana snapped. “Not until I say.”
Steve was drowning in sensation. Their perfumes mixed: Dayana’s fiery oud, Vanessa’s sweet vanilla, Taís’s wild red berries, sweat dripping down their bodies. Dayana grabbed Steve’s cock, gave it a playful slap against Vanessa’s face, and, grinning, rose from Taís’s tongue. She kissed Steve hard, then sat on his cock. Steve’s cock plunged into Dayana’s pussy as she rode him. Her silicone tits bouncing would haunt him forever. His hands slid over her smooth skin. “Don’t cum yet, don’t cum yet.”
“Steve, look here,” Taís said.
He looked and saw the sisters making out. He couldn’t believe it. Taís slid down, biting Vanessa’s tits before diving into her sister’s pussy, sucking hard.
“She’s the fucking devil,” Steve thought. “All three are. I’m in hell.”
Dayana fucked Steve’s cock, too damn good. He felt the edge coming. Dayana sensed it and stopped.
“No, Steve… not yet,” she said. “You haven’t fucked my girls.”
Taís and Vanessa laughed. Steve caught his breath.
Dayana didn’t need to say it; Vanessa knew it was her turn. She climbed onto Steve with grace, closed her eyes, and slid her pussy down his cock. She pressed her body against his until their lips met.
Steve moaned, his face a mix of pleasure and disbelief. Vanessa rode him once, twice, until his cock filled her pussy completely. She fucked him harder, picking up the pace. Steve grabbed her waist, trying to hold on, but Vanessa had her own plans, riding him with fire.
“Fucking incredible!” Steve growled.
Taís straddled Steve’s face. “No one’s eaten my pussy yet,” she said, lowering herself onto his tongue.
Steve had one sister fucking his cock and another’s pussy on his mouth. A chorus of moans filled the room. Dayana whispered dirty nothings in Steve’s ear, adding fuel to the fire.
“You’re fucking good at this, Steve,” Taís teased.
Steve’s right hand grabbed Vanessa’s tit, his left on Taís’s. He wanted every second of this rare, filthy sex. He embraced the wrong as right and craved more. He pushed Taís off his mouth and told Vanessa to ease off his cock. He looked at Dayana, like he needed her okay.
“I want Taís on all fours,” Steve said. “And you and Vanessa making out.”
Dayana flashed a demonic grin and nodded.
Taís got on all fours, Vanessa and Dayana in front, putting on a show for Steve.
“Let’s go, little angel, your turn,” Steve said.
“Careful, Steve,” Vanessa warned. “She’s fucking dangerous.”
Steve started fucking Taís’s pussy slowly, savoring it like a rare wine. Inch by inch. Taís glanced back with a filthy smile, begging him to go deeper. Vanessa and Dayana kissed, Dayana sucking her daughter’s tits. It drove Steve wild, and he pounded Taís, testing her limits, then slamming harder when she took it like a champ. Now he was the fucking devil.
“More, Steve! Fucking more!” Taís demanded.
Dayana and Vanessa swarmed Steve, kissing and biting his ear and neck.
“Can I cum?” Steve begged Dayana.
“No! Not yet.”
Dayana slowly pulled Steve’s cock from her daughter’s pussy, sucked it for a few seconds, then started licking Taís’s asshole. Vanessa joined her. Steve thought, “No fucking way.” A shit-eating grin spread across his face.
Vanessa and Dayana guided Steve’s cock to Taís’s asshole.
“Go for it, Steve,” Vanessa said. “My sister loves it.”
Steve pushed into Taís’s asshole, feeling like he was on fire. His heart was about to burst. Taís looked back, laughing, demanding his cock go deeper.
“Fuck her hard, Steve!” Dayana ordered.
Steve thrust in and out. Taís squirmed with pleasure and pain, laughing like a maniac.
“Go on, Steve, fill my little girl’s asshole!” Dayana commanded.
Steve came hard inside Taís’s asshole, unloading everything. He kissed Dayana and Vanessa, pulling them close. The world felt like slow motion.
He collapsed on the bed, drained and, in that moment, completely fucking satisfied. Nothing could top this.
“Got another Dom Pérignon? Let’s crack it open, let’s toast…”
When Steve woke the next morning, the mother and daughters were gone. Empty bottles and flutes littered the house, along with Steve’s pounding hangover, proof the party went long. By the pool, he saw Vanessa’s headband left behind, and a copy of the contract still there. He thought about sending it for legal review but laughed it off. “How the fuck do I explain this to the lawyers?”
Steve honored the contract and wired the money. A fortune for them, pocket change for him. He hoped to see them again.
A week, two, three, a month, two months… They fucking vanished.
Vanessa’s Instagram was gone. Steve made a burner account to check if he’d been blocked, but no, her profile was dead. Their phone numbers, old and new, were disconnected.
Steve checked the security cameras: the three left at dawn in a mysterious black car. That was their last trace.
“What the fuck kind of game is this?” Steve wondered.
“Mr. Steve,” a mansion staffer called. “You’ve got a visitor.”
“Could it be them?” Steve hoped. Nope. It was John, a shady contact of a contact, a pro at hooking up billionaires with gorgeous women.
“Mr. Steve,” John said, skipping the pleasantries. “I found them. I know where they are.”
“Tell me. They’ve been stuck in my head for two months.”
John flashed his phone: Dayana, Vanessa, and Taís with an Arab guy, piercing eyes, probably in Dubai.
“That’s Khalid Al-Mansour,” John said. “No offense, Mr. Steve, you’re loaded, but this guy makes your fortune look like spare change. Gas, oil, and shit even Allah questions—makes him rich as fuck and dangerous as hell.”
Steve’s face screamed disappointment.
“I’ll up the offer. I’ll pay more.”
“There’s always a bigger fish,” John said. “My advice? Let them go.”
Steve’s heartbreak was obvious. John kept going.
“The best way to kill an obsession is with a new one. Those three fucked you up, but I know who can top them.”
Steve shot John a pissed-off look, then curiosity—and horniness—took over.
“Who?”
“I’ve got connections, you know that. Misses, models, supermodels, Hollywood stars…”
“Hollywood stars? Don’t fuck with me, John.”
“Don’t insult me, Mr. Steve. I’m dead serious. I know two, world-famous, and I can get them here, in your suite, in your bed.”
“Who are they?”
“That’s the fun of it. You’ll know when they climb those stairs. But I guarantee no regrets.”
Steve was crushed. He wanted to jet off and chase Dayana, Vanessa, and Taís wherever they were. But curiosity was a bitch.
“How much?!”
John punched a number into his phone’s calculator, loaded with zeros.
“You’re fucking insane! That’s way too much! Way more than I paid for the three.”
“Plus my commission,” John said, reading Steve’s eyes, not his words.
John opened a valise with a contract.
“Sign this, and I’ll make it happen today. They’ll be here in hours,” John said, handing over the pen.
The first time you open a drawer you shouldn’t, it’s tough, it sticks, but by the second time, it glides easier, and from the third time on, you don’t even think about whether you should open it—you just do.
And so, Steve signed another contract without reading.
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