Advent Calendar For Reverse Harem Readers
RIO BOAR (MIAMI RUTHLESS, Book 2) by Alexandra Iff
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I leave the office, the door shuts behind me, and I walk down the metal staircase that hangs over the main floor. The steps ring under my boots, and I let the space see me as I cross.
I look down from halfway. The brigade’s easy to track. Fifteen men are never subtle. They’re gathered just inside the front section, still loose in their formation, checking out the bar, the ceiling, the lighting, the bodies. I step off the last stair and head straight for the one at the front. Probably the Chef.
He’s got darker skin, cropped white hair, shoulders like a wall. He clocked me first in his group. He’s scanning exits, counting the bodies in here. Health and safety. I don’t expect anything less.
He meets me halfway and offers his hand. Confident, but respectful.
“Evening,” he says. “Santiago.”
“Brox Boar,” I answer, taking his hand. Solid grip, grounded. You wouldn’t think he’s retiring. “You brought your full roster.”
“Most of them,” he says, grinning. “The mayor said we’d be taken care of. I told the boys to behave.”
Behind him, a few of ‘the boys’ laugh like they have no intention of behaving.
Good.
I turn my head. “Diego!”
Diego hears me over the music, nods once, and steps in.
“Three bottles of whisky,” I call to him. “Good shelf. Now.”
“Got you,” he says, already reaching.
I clap Santiago’s shoulder. “Come on. We put you in one of our private rooms. Trust me, you’re gonna like it.”
He gestures for his crew to follow, and they move as a pack. I guide them through the main floor, then through the doors of the Black Chamber, and into room one.
Room one is large enough to accommodate them, so we set it up for tonight with low velvet seating booths all along the walls, and a central table built for bottles and ice and whatever else ends up on it. The lighting is low and warm.
Rio is standing just outside the doorway, like I knew he would be.
“Rio Boar.” He nods, and as the fire crew enters, they greet him.
“Thanks for having us, man,” one of them says.
Another claps him in that too-familiar way people do when they’re trying to show they’re friendly and not a threat.
“Hey,” someone says.
His voice cuts through the others, and Rio’s head turns just enough to catch him. It’s Taylor. Up close. He’s relaxed, open. He gives Rio and me a nod.
Rio nods back, and I gesture with my chin. “Inside.”
Fifteen gigantic bodies pour into room one and take it over. Laughter bounces off the walls, shoulders bump, hands clap backs. I stay near the door, watching them spread. They claim the space fast, just from size alone. They drop into the seats, some stand, some lean on the table.
Maya comes in first. Noor and Dina follow her.
All three of them step through the doorway with their heads high, bodies loose, faces already set in the version of themselves we use for this room. They’re in our signature dresses, black halter neck, waist pulled in, skater skirt that flares and hits high on the thigh when they move. Radiating invitation without saying a word.
There is a low chorus of “Ohhh,” and “Damn,” and one of them lets out a slow whistle he probably doesn’t even hear himself do.
Maya’s carrying the first bottle. Dina’s got the second. Noor has the third. The shot glasses set down with fast little clinks.
The moment the girls are inside the Black Chamber, their pupils dilate, and they move like water through the group. They run their hands over biceps and abs, biting their lips as their palms drift lower, brushing over the outline of their bulge, intentionally, of course. Dina loops an arm around one guy’s neck from behind and tells him to open his mouth. He laughs and does it. She tips the bottle and pours slowly, straight past his lips. Then she leans in and licks the drink off his skin. The entire room erupts.
I watch Taylor. He’s laughing with his crew, letting it happen, letting himself relax. Santiago’s trying to keep composure, but he’s already got his arm spread along the back of the couch and Noor is lowering herself on her knees, right into the space between his legs, and holds a shot glass for him. I see three of the younger guys trying to play cool and failing in under ten seconds. They’re done.
The three bottles move fast. Too fast.
With Rio being in the projector room already, I slip out and head there.
The projector room has a one-way glass into room one. Audio feed. Sight lines into room one without giving them a sight line back. I step in, shutting the door behind me.
Rio watches in silence as everything unfolds.
Room one is full of heat. Maya’s got two men on either side of her, both fondling one breast each from under the halter neck, and playing with her nipples. Dina’s straddling the lap of one of the louder ones, steadying the bottle with one hand and his jaw with the other while she keeps pouring and rubs herself on him. Noor is on Santiago’s lap now, playing with the distention in his pants.
I glance at the table. Bottle one is almost gone, bottle two is half, bottle three is down to a shallow shimmer.
I pull my cell and text Diego. ‘Three more bottles. Now.’
His answer lands so fast it’s like he had it drafted. ‘On it.’
Two minutes later, the door to Room One opens again.
Alina, Jess and Becca enter. All three are carrying fresh whisky and fresh ice, and nothing about them says ‘staff delivery.’ They walk in as if they’re joining the party, not supplying it.
Becca especially slides into this setting like it’s home. She used to dance full-time, and you can still see it in the way she moves her hips when she crosses a room. She sets her bottle down, swings one leg over the lap of a guy who looks like he bench presses small cars, and tells him to lift his chin. He obeys her like she’s rank.
Jess is laughing, her head tipped back, her hair falling over her shoulder. She taps Taylor’s knee with two fingers and tells him not to be shy. Taylor’s palms are up like surrender, but he’s grinning wide. Alina’s got Santiago now, and Santiago’s done pretending to manage anything. He’s given up. He’s all in.
The new bottles crack open, and Dina starts pouring directly into their mouths. Whoever has it open for her. The way her breasts jiggle, and show a little on the side, they’ll do anything for her.
They’re slowly unbuttoning the pants of every fire crew member and, as horny as they are, the girls don’t wait, they reach in their boxershorts and start playing with their cocks, and free them.
Maya throws a leg across two sets of thighs and leans back on her hands, laughing, her eyes bright. Noor’s dancing for no one in particular, has her ass in the air, her head down and twerks her life away.
The men are past their decency, they’re groping the girls full on. And the room is doing exactly what it’s built to do.
“First person to take off our panties gets to fuck us,” Maya shouts, and in a moment, big commotion happens. Grown men start playing games with girls who simply want to get fucked. They pounce on them, and all six pairs of panties are torn apart, together with their dresses.
Then the six of them are separated by force, pinned on the seating booths, on the floor and the table in the middle, by groups of men who don’t wait.
“Yeah, you think you’re gonna tease us?” Santiago is first, he’s stoking his cock, so is everyone, ready to thrust into what was promised. They look like men who don’t ask. As a unit, they fuck my pets like animals. Taylor, too.
Our pets are pinned in uncomfortable positions, one where both their cunt and ass get fucked at the same time, sometimes two, or even three cocks at a time.
“You fucking slut, take it!” One of the men fucks Noor’s mouth, not giving her any space to breathe.
“Ohh, yeah, yeah,” Another person is fucking Dina’s ass, as she’s on all fours on the seating booth, taking a cock from under her, in her cunt, and a train of cocks in her ass, while her head is being fucked by Taylor.
If I know my pets, they love it. They must do. They’re our pets. And in here, they crave cocks. Their moaning and writhing, jerking against restraining hands that hold them pinned makes the men feral, their movements heavier, hungrier, all instinct and heat.
I check my watch and, just in time, I see the side door of the room opening. Lana is lying on a bench, and wheeled in by Sol. She’s a sight to behold in red lingerie, an open cup bra and crotchless panties. Lying on her back, her legs are folded at the knee and then tied, her calves and thighs are roped in together, and stretched open. Her hands are roped behind her back, showcasing her beautiful big breasts, and her head is loosely falling on the opposite side of the bench, perfect for throat fucking.
A curved sign hangs above the bench, inviting anyone to use it. ‘Cum Bucket.’
Rio and I shift in our chairs. She’s a sight to behold.
The men lose themselves in so much hedonism, but they want more. Always. Seeing Lana’s cunt glistening with arousal, four of them go to her and the first guy starts easing in her ass. Sol stops him.
“In this one, you cum. Over there,” he nods at the rest of the men and pets fucking, “You fuck.”
The guy grins and enters her ass fully as Lana is whining. Her need is clearly seen, as well as heard. The guy fucking her is slamming into her hard, as she jerks at the restraints. Her gaze is unfocused, rolling upward as she’s getting her ass filled. Dr. Morales is getting more ruthless with the concoctions she does for the girls, and this one in particular looks deadly.
The second man goes straight to her head, turns her cheek towards him, and guides his cock inside her open wide mouth. Then he leans in, grabs her breasts for leverage and fucks her mouth into oblivion, as her ass is being rammed into.
Their loud groans and the shakes in their bodies mean that they came at the same time, in two of her holes. Lana licks one of the cocks clean as he pulls out, and she extends her neck even more, to suck him longer if possible.
“Fuck, man!” The guy hits Sol’s shoulder. “Thank you for this!”
Sol just nods.
The other guy pulls out of her ass and makes space for the next person in line. The space between her legs is filled quickly, and a man thrusts his cock inside her dripping cunt, as she moans loudly, and jerks on the bench. I know she needs more than that. Then a growl comes, and he, too, fills her with cum. The last five-six strokes move the bench from its place.
Taylor comes in next, and this is the moment I’ve been waiting for. He pumps his larger-than-usual cock, priming himself for a fuck, and starts playing with her cunt and ass, deliberating which hole he’d like to fill. With the cum from other men already over her cunt and ass, he uses that as a lube to slide into her ass, prompting a long moan from her and a tug on her restraints. He tilts his head back in pleasure, while his hands are over her roped legs, wide open, and stills for a split of a second. Fucker! It’s like he knows it’s Lana. He groans and takes his cock out and then rams her again. He does it once, twice, three times, his girth doing it for Lana, satiating her and almost pushing her out of her place with each thrust. Lana is flying, and she lifts her head, searching for her savior. The moment she sees his face, she freezes.
This is a moment where Georgina and Lana meet face to face. She’s lucky, though. Taylor is too deep into ass fucking, and another man wants her mouth. Her head is pulled back, and a cock slides into her mouth so Taylor can’t see her even if he wanted to.
She’s still flying and moaning, writhing under the restrains as he’s fucking her. He takes a few more thrusts before he groans, pulls out, and spurts his seed over her cunt and stomach.
The moment he’s out, the space between her legs gets a train of men going. Lana lifts her head from time to time, when she can, hoping to get someone to fuck her a little bit longer. They do, but mostly they get to fill her with their cum. By this stage, most of them are ready to cum, and Lana has only three holes, each one of them used fully, at the same time, without a break. Still, there are more men than holes, so those not being able to wait for their queue, step in around her and cum on her breasts, legs, neck, face, hair. Ropes after ropes of seamen ejaculated in a jerking frenzy.
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