Hello hello hiiiiiiiiii all you wonderful erotica readers out there! I’ve got an AWESOME story for you today, “Ruling His Own Strip Club.” This one is the bodaciously sexy sequel to the incredibly hot “Ruling His Hot Students” which came out about a month ago.
In this hot tale, Jacob continues his reign of erotic delights, deciding that with his massive power, he should own as many gorgeous women as possible. He takes on barely legal teens, hot redheads, Asians, and so many more–having his way as he gathers a harem for breeding/bareback group sex and mind controls whomever he likes! But, an immortal sorceress takes notice of his power…and wants it for herself. This outstandingly hot story is for sale now!
So! If you’re in the mood for a crazy hot tale of control and corruption, check out “Ruling His Own Strip Club” today!
Here’s the Official Blurb:
Jacob used to be a regular guy until the tablet entered his life. Now he possesses the powers of a god, able to change his normal body into the kind that makes women bow down with unstoppable lust. He can also transform beautiful women into his eager, willing sexual servants with swipe of his fingertip. With the world at his feet, he does what any red-blooded man would do—he decides to take over a strip club and make every last fertile beauty there his delectably sexy breeding lovepets. But what he doesn’t expect is that there’s one dancer who steals his heart away—Daniela, who is more gorgeous than all the rest, and who is terribly turned on by the prospect of being owned by a god. She wants to convince him that every God needs a Goddess…one who will still be utterly obedient to him in every erotic way, of course.
And yet, there is trouble in paradise. The immortal sorceress Celeste aches for the power Jacob holds, and if she tracks him down, she’ll crumble his new kingdom to dust…
Excerpt:
He stood behind his desk in the VIP lounge above the stage. Staring out of the one-way mirrored glass, fucking Vivian. Fucking her harder than he had ever fucked anyone.
But watching Daniela. Wanting Daniela. Needing Daniela.
And she danced only for him. Staring up at him all the while. Her love total. Her every expression, every movement designed purely to turn him on. He’d uploaded her mind with knowledge of every sort of dance in the world—she could walk on to a stage in New York for the strangest avant-garde show on earth, and she’d fit right in and shame the other dancers that had been practicing for months. (This was, of course, more knowledge than he delivered to the other dancers—though they were still supremely skilled.)
And yet all of that skill, all of that ability, was invested purely into making his cock hard in new ways every night. Surrounded by a crowd of hundreds, she danced solely for her Master.
He made Vivian join in on his twisted thoughts as he drilled into her, watching Daniela move for him.
“I want you to fuck her!” his wife would cry, at his command. Obeying him made her pussy sopping wet as he pistoned into her body. “Fuck Daniela, please! Oh god. Think of her! Look at her! She’s so fucking hot! So fucking right for you, oh my god, my god, my HusbandGod, please! Please fuck her soon! Own her! Daddy, oh Daddy, my DaddyGod, please!”…
