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  Million Dollar Femboy: Spoiled Rotten

  By M. Chance

  Copyright M. Chance 2014

  People liked to say “money can't buy happiness”, but those words tended to fall out of the mouths of those with enough money to not have to worry about it, but not enough money to be truly extravagant with it. Firmly middle of the road, with enough cushioning to let their mind think about things other than getting by, or just the truly incredible amounts of things one could do with wealth thick enough to drown in.

  Marcus Auger, 36 years old, tall, broad, tanned and firmly in sleek shape, fell into the latter category, his wealth truly enormous, and able to buy not only just about any material possession one could dream of, but also buy influence, buy protection from the rules and laws that so tightly dominated the lives of others. Perhaps a cruel fact of the matters of capitalism and class, but still, one he exploited for just about every sinful, lewd desire he could think of, without corrupting his conscience too much.

  Which brought him to his plans today.

  Months ago, Marcus had picked up a pretty little thing from the local mall. A girlish looking boy, named Allen just barely 18 years old, fresh out of high school, and with the kind of features and frame that Marcus so obviously lusted for: A soft, feminine face, full lips, smooth skin, a slim waist, thick hips and thighs, all topped off with a pert, tight ass that could still be squeezed and groped with full hands. The innocent, blushing look on his face when Marcus proposed that he become Allen's sugardaddy didn't hurt either. And Marcus had kept up his side of the bargain, giving out hundreds, thousands of dollars to Allen that he would have never gotten doing regular work, especially not in today's job market, so long as Allen was good, obedient, loyal, dressed however Marcus told him to, and serviced his cock whenever - and wherever - he asked him to. And for his part, Allen also held up his part of the bargain, even agreeing to be called 'Jessica' whenever it suited Marcus' whims. It was a relationship purely based from sex and money, but they were both rather honest about it, whatever fun they might have with each other aside from the fucking and the funding.

  Marcus sighed out with a mix of nostalgia and pride, remembering every moment he had had with Allen, with Jessica, since he had first picked him up and dropped two thousand dollars, cash, on him for just one afternoon. This afternoon, though, he was going to drop significantly more money on him. In fact, in preparation, he already had. Thousands and thousands of dollars had already been put to use, paying off people who owned and ran the mall, buying their influence, but moreover, buying the agreement that they'd look the other way. The same could be said for the local police department, having thrown an enormous wad of cash their way to make sure they wouldn't respond to calls of “lewd behavior” or anything like it out by the Nirvana Mall.

  His lovable little femboy Jessica had come a long way. And he wanted to 1. Show his appreciation and 2. Take him even farther. Take him to the absolute limits, and then beyond that, to smash any sense of restraint or subtlety. This was to be a big public affair, and he was going to love every last minute of it.

  Today, he would truly spend a million dollars, and not miss a single cent of it. He considered it giving back to the economy, and having the time of his life while he was at it.

  “So where are we going?” Jessica asked, from the back of Marcus' brand new, sleek, black and silver Mercedes Deluxe limousine, with custom work done on it to get it fitted with every possible new gadget, device, and otherwise unnecessary but extravagant indulgence. The interiors made more lush, more comfortable, and, naturally, having a fully outfitted bar inside. Marcus laughed softly, reaching over and rubbing Jessica's thigh, blatantly drawing it closer and closer to his crotch. Today, he had dressed Jessica from head to toe in pink and black, using mostly latex for material bringing about a mix of a Goth and Bimbo Girl moods to the girly boy's appearance. It looked a bit like it had come from the future, as if this would be the natural state of casual wear 60 years from now. Shaped and cut like a swimsuit which started at the collar, rolling down to his hips, then covering up - barely - his crotch. The high cut nature of it showing off his ass cheeks as well, and the tight fit of the piece making sure that, even flaccid, his cock bulged in public the entire time. It showed a few inches of luscious, milky, thigh flesh before latex leggings started, a little above the knees, drawing down towards his ankles, ending with sapphire tinted open high heels, embedded with real jewels, mostly rubies. The heel was particularly high as well, adding a full 7 inches to Jessica's height, and making his ass pout out to everyone around him whenever he walked, one foot in front of the other, ass swaying and shaking the whole time. The leggings were matched by latex gloves, of the same pink and black contrasting blend, going all the way up and over the elbow. Jessica looked like a sexy, slutty little dancer in some sci-fi movie, perhaps only showing up for a few minutes on screen, but sure to be on the thoughts of every man in the audience for years to come. The thought crossed Marcus' mind, in fact, and he added “get Jessica into a movie, dressed as slutty as possible” to his personal sexual to-do list.

  “Somewhere I think you'll find very familiar,” Marcus answered, with a smug smirk and a hungry lick of his lips, his thick palm pressing down on Jessica's crotch, grinding it against Jessica's young dick through the latex, loving to watch his sensitive body shake and shiver, his cute little face squirm and moan, and feel his cock start to harden underneath, despite all his embarrassment. “I think you'll like what I have planned today quite a bit, Jessica. You had so much fun at my party, getting seen and fucked by all those party guests, didn't you?”

  Jessica moaned and twisted in his car seat, as the driver in front silently went on, his cock quickly, easily getting fully, painfully hard underneath the tight cut of his clothes, gloved fingers digging into the plush leather seats, a little sweat running down between his back and them. “Hnnhh... I... Nnnh...” It was hard for him to speak, inbetween all the moans and groans.

  “Say it, you little sex addicted bitch.”

  “I d-did.” He stuttered out, mouth just slightly open to let out his increasingly rough breaths. “I liked it.”

  “Say you loved it, you femboy whore.”

  “I loved it!”

  “Gooood girl.” Marcus voice was smooth, low, and dark, and he kept edging Jessica, rolling his palm in circles around the head of his cock. “You loved all that cum in your mouth, your little boy pussy, and on your face, your ass, all over your body. You looked so goddamn sexy and slutty in that bunny outfit, too.” He leaned in, kissing, licking, even biting at Jessica's neck, feeling him buck and jerk around in his seat, whining like a bitch. Just as Jessica was brought to arousal, Marcus followed after, his own cock stiffening in his tailor fit Armani pants, feeling his excitement, his lust grow not just from the eager little display of his personal femboy, but from the power he felt from causing it.

  As well as, of course, the anticipation of what was soon to come.

  “Today's going to be even better, Jessica,” he whispered, his hand drawing back to give a relieving rub of his boy toy's back, breathing out with that same pride, confidence, and the ever so slightest hint of charming arrogance. “I promise you that.”

  Jessica wasn't sure how Marcus could have topped the affair of the private party, considering how many people had fucked him raw while he was wearing that little pinup bunny girl outfit. Marcus simply smiled, waiting to unveil the surprise, a little impatience building up in him.

  And the driver silently, calmly, pulled the limousine into the parking lot of the Nirvana Shopping Mall.

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  Jessica twitched and bit his lip as he stood in the food court of the same place where Marcus had first spotted him, promising wealth beyond his wildest dreams as long as
he became the perfect little spoiled rich bitch femboy for Marcus. Back then, he dressed rather casually, jeans and hoodies being a far more common part of his daily wear. Now, wearing something as extravagant and as lewd as he was, he was already catching attention from dozens of strangers, whispering and talking to each other, some of them even taking pictures and video as he kept squirming, knees rubbing together, his cock still hard from all the groping Marcus had done in the limousine. Hands behind his back as he sucked in and held his breath, pupils small on wide eyes, as he tried to handle the endless waves of attention, tried to handle the fact that people were saving pictures of his cocktease body to the cameras on their phones.

  Marcus, obviously, was loving all of it. Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out his wallet, and, instead of retrieving several hundred dollar bills for Jessica like usual, he simply handed it over.

  “Go wild,” he commanded, simple, blunt, and pleasant.

  “What?”

  “I said, go wild. I want you to buy whatever you feel like. Absolutely anything. Today, you have no limits. Clothes, games, electronics, candy... I promised you the best if you'd be a good girl for me. And you've been an excellent girl. So you deserve everything you could want. You've got...” He raised his wrist upwards, looking at his gold rolex, watching the seconds tick away. “An hour. Hour and a half, tops. Starting now. I'll be back here when you're done.” And, like a starter gun going off, Marcus kicked off the events of this afternoon by giving Jessica a solid, loud, slap on the ass, making him yelp like a dog. A little overwhelmed, still shuddering, Jessica looked to the wallet, to the masses in the food court staring back at him, then back to the wallet, taking it with a snap of movement, then hurriedly walking into the depths of the mall, all on his own.

  Getting stares everywhere he went, from both customers and employees. After awhile, the thrill of having an unlimited buying budget overcame the embarassment of dressing like this in public. Jessica felt powerful, felt confident. He could buy whatever he liked, he had no fears, he had nothing to worry about, no budget to sweat, no fears of possibly losing his job, no need to do mental arithmetic and try to justify buying whatever he liked. He could just take it, slap it on the counter, and walk out with it. Anything the stores had, he could buy. He could buy the stores themselves, if he damn well felt like it. A few times, he was sorely tempted to, though he didn't know through what channels he'd do that. So instead, he just practically cleared out all their shelves and racks. Video games, sexy clothes, jewelry, Jessica indulged every little purchasing urge he had, going on an absolute binge, and each new purchase made him feel happier, made him feel more powerful.

  “Money can't buy happiness my ass,” he whispered to himself, smiling ear to ear, as he swung bags on both hands back and forth, traipsing through the shiny tiles of the mall, the flourescent lights reflecting off of his pale, smooth skin. His mood had totally transformed, and when he saw people staring at him, now he looked back at them with a smug, satisfied smile, pearly white teeth flashing. As if to say “Oh, I know you want some of this. But you'll never have it.”

  50 minutes had passed, Jessica getting an impressive amount of shopping done, and still with time to spare... but, it was now getting difficult to keep carrying things with his small arms. Marcus didn't like him building up too much muscle - staying nice, lithe, and limber was what he preferred. The exercise he liked for Jessica to get was primarily yoga, which had the added benefit of giving him some new, incredible positions to put himself into.

  Spotting Marcus in the food court, he made the long walk over, a much different step than when he first walked in today. Still people were staring, but this time, Jessica welcomed it. With an eager bump in his hips, he stepped up to his sugardaddy, lifting up his numerous bags, stuffed to the brim with packages, and placed them all along the floor. “You really are too good to me,” Jessica said, with a wide grin on his ruby red lips.

  “I do try to provide,” Marcus replied, with a casual shrug, leaning back into the mall chair made of steel and plastic, resting his cheek on his hand. “And it's not like I have any real limits on how much I can provide. That said, this is a relationship about give - and take. I gave, and now, I want to take.”

  Jessica gave a little shrug of his shoulders. “Well, sure, let's just get all this back to the car, first, it's not like the limousine doesn't have enough room-”

  “No, no, no, Jessica, you misunderstand. I want you now.” He breathed out hotly, then spread his legs in the chair, readjusting his posture. “Come sit in my lap.”

  Jessica gave a loud, obvious, swallow of air, his arms hanging dead at his side. This wasn't exactly what he was expecting, but still, it was just a little bit of playing around, right? He nodded his head and did as he was asked, coming over to place himself between the older man's thighs, his tight little backside grinding back up against Marcus' crotch. Marcus grinded back, feeling his dick harden again against Jessica's ass, while his hands reached forward, groping his stomach and his dick again through the latex material, enjoying the level of obedience his money had bought him. He pulled back on Jessica's hips, making him sit right on top of his dick though, giving greater pressure and friction as Marcus' dress pants pushed against Jessica's one piece latex slutwear.

  “You see, Jessica,” he whispered, his long tongue running up against Jessica's sensitive neck once more. “I've already spent a lot of money, before we even came here. I'm probably not going to get this opportunity again. So I'm going to take it. Bend over my knee.”

  “Hnhh.. guh... w-what?”

  “Bend. Over. My knee.”

  Jessica's cheeks flushed with color again, the embarrassment he had before his little shopping spree starting to seep back into him, feeling all too aware now of the eyes that were staring at him and Marcus. His heartbeat kicked up, his fingers stiffened, and his mouth opened, as if ready to make some kind of verbal protest or plea, to ask, once again, to just take this to the car, or anywhere but the middle of the biggest mall in town...

  But Marcus' steely gaze made it clear that this was not up for debate.

  Jessica's tongue against the roof of his mouth, he gave another little cute squirm before doing as he was asked, worming out of his position in Marcus' laps, and then laying his small, lithe body over it, ass pressed out and presented, just ripe to be squeezed and spanked. Which is exactly what Marcus had in mind.

  Gliding his older hand over Jessica's ass, giving a satisfied little noise in his throat as he gripped his hand around his girly boy's cheeks, feeling both skin and latex underneath his fingers and palm, looking on him with a sense of adoration and even pride. And, apparently, not minding the fact that quite a few people were now staring, and talking about it all, getting progressively louder as well, making Jessica feel more and more self-conscious.

  “You see, Jessica, when I said I already spent a lot of money, I wasn't kidding. Basically, for the next hour or so, I've bought... invulnerability. Of the legal sort, at least. Which means, short of violent crime, I can pretty much get away with whatever. Kind of fucked up, the things money can do, right?”

  “Uh-” Jessica started, not sure how to react to any of this, but was quickly interrupted.

  “Shhh, you don't have to answer that. It is. But still, I could think of far worse things I could do with my money, don't you?”

  Not waiting for an answer from Jessica, he raised his hand up and slammed his palm back down, slapping right against Jessica's ass hard, making his whole body bend back, head jerking upwards, hands grabbing into Marcus' thigh as he yelped out like a pained dog.

  “OWWWNH!”

  If there were any eyes left that hadn't noticed the two of them, that loud noise changed all that. Attention was firmly on the both of them, and Marcus drank it in, moaning to himself about how good it felt, to have him and his lovable little sexy spoiled girly boy in the spotlight, in a place where usually no one would get to do such a thing, and especially not with such impunity.

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sp; Marcus ran his hand over Jessica's ass again, massaging it, soothing out the same stinging pain he had caused, sighing out with a pleasant, satisfied tone as he looked down to Jessica.

  “You didn't do anything wrong today. I just love the noises and look you make when you get spanked. And I know it gets you rock hard, too.” And, even if Jessica tried to deny it, there was plenty of evidence - both in the past, day after day with Marcus, and in the present, with his shaft throbbing against Marcus' lap, pressing hard against the taut latex, making it feel warm and confining. His legs and feet kicked and twisted some, as his shoulders rolled and he continued to whine, feeling more and more embarassed, which only raised his arousal higher. A vicious little loop of sensations and emotions that fed off of each other.

  He gave Jessica two more spanks, just to hear his voice crying out like that, to see his body tense up, and to feel his cock get harder, to ache for more, to hunger for release as that stinging pain unleashed such lewd pleasure inside of him, and seeing it made Marcus' prick harden as well, pressing up against Jessica's smooth form underneath his unique, eye catching outfit. Voices in the mall got louder, more people stopped to stare, more people were taking videos and pictures too. Marcus didn't care. Hell, he relished it. Jessica, on the other hand, continued to sweat, stammer and blush as he was hunched over in Marcus' lap, getting spanked in one of the most public venues possible, short of a live broadcast on a major TV station.

  Though Marcus had briefly considered that as well.

  “Alright, that's... you made enough of a scene yet?” Jessica panted out, feeling a little ragged.

  “No, no, I spent all that money, and I want to make sure I get my money's worth. C'mon, cutie, back up, up, up.” Marcus' words were insistent, as was his hand that came down below and pushed on Jessica's body, lifting him back up, but not placing him back in his lap just yet. Instead, he bent him over the food court table, making quite a scene as he did so, a lot of noise and mish-mashed words ushering through the mall, some people leaving, some people going up to staff to complain. But Marcus had prepared for all of that, and continued on, unabated. So focused was he on having both Jessica and himself enjoy each other's bodies, to delight in drinking in their sexual, obscene desires, that he did not hesitate at all in reaching his hands forward and tearing a hole in the expensive outfit that Marcus had custom ordered for Jessica. Ripping it straight down between his ass cheeks, showing off his tight, clean hole, not a lick of body hair on his spoiled feminine boy.