In The Company of Billionaires - Part 1 (4 page)

He took my clit
inside his mouth and sucked hard on it. A low rumbling sound
started deep from inside me and then rolled off my lips as a wild
scream of delight. I dug my fingers into his hair as another
involuntary scream escaped me at the same time that I exploded in a
torrential orgasm. He held on to my clit with his mouth and sucked
me harder even as my legs trembled violently. Then he drew back and
smiled triumphantly, stroking my anus with the middle finger of his
right hand.

I lay back
right there on the couch, helpless and astounded by the shattering
power of my orgasm.

‘Bitch, you’re
a nymphomaniac with an evil spirit. I’mma fuck you ’til that spirit
doesn’t wanna reside inside o’ ya. Come here.’

He pulled me to
sit up on the couch. Still on his knees right there before me, he
pulled me to him and embraced me to his naked chest. His body was
strong and rigid with muscle. A warm feeling washed over me and I
closed my eyes and savored the moment. I felt whole...even
loved...as he held me there in his warm hands.

He caressed my
back with his strong hands and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the
warm feeling that washed over me. I felt his hands slide down my
back and coming to rest on my buttocks. He cupped my ass and
squeezed it. Then abruptly he let go of me.

He got up and
walked back to his desk. He pulled open one of the drawers on the
other side of the desk and lit a joint of marijuana. The acrid
smell of the joint quickly spread across the room. He went to a
mini bar by one corner of the office and poured some whisky from a
decanter into two glasses. He came back toward me and handed me one
of the glasses as he took a long pull at the joint. He sat down
next to me and handed me the joint.

I took a hungry
pull at the joint and closed my eyes as the sweet smoke coursed
throughout the rest of my body. Took another drag, slower this
time, and held it inside my mouth, swallowing it and forcing it to
calm my nerves. I felt my stomach knot with a tingling sensation as
I stared at Steven’s big cock, hanging limp now between his legs,
but still a big, dark monster of a thing. A strong surge of lust
flooded my loins and I found myself getting wet.

He pulled the
joint from my hands. ‘Women don’t know shit ’bout smoking hash,’ he
said, taking a long drag at the joint and blowing a long trail of
smoke out of his mouth.

I drank the
whisky he had given me, swallowing half of it. It burned its way
down my throat and tears flooded my eyes. I placed the glass in a
cup holder in the couch and then went down on my knees before him.
I took his magnificent dick in my left hand and pushed him gently
with my right hand to relax his back on the couch. His genitals
came to full view. He had a big set of balls, their sac very dark
and covered in thick black hairs. I grabbed them in my right hand
and cupped them, stroking them while I caressed his cock with my
left hand, awakening it.

He sighed and
took a pull from the joint. I took it from his hand and pulled hard
on it. Then I blew the smoke at his cock, watching it balloon into
massive strength. I lowered my hand down to it and gave him a
thorough blowjob for a long time.

‘My cock’s dry,
baby,’ he said. ‘Make it wet. Make it wet and slurp on it with
those beautiful lips of yours. Slurp on it like a trained
hooker…’

I applied a
generous supply of saliva onto his dick and rubbed it all over his
dark tube with my mouth.

‘Thank you…,’
he said. ‘You’re good, girl…The best I’ve had in a long time.
That’s it…Suck on that muthafucka like a pro. You’re bad, girl. You
suck cock better than a professional hooker…’

I looked up at
him and gave him a smile. He had just given me the best compliment
about my oral sexual performance I had ever received from anyone.
Or maybe the pot and whisky had rendered me senseless? I pulled the
glass from his hand and gulped down the rest of its contents. It
tasted delicious this time. I also pulled the remaining stub of the
pot cigarette from his mouth and dropped it into the empty glass of
whisky.

I climbed onto
him and carefully inserted his enormous rod into my pussy. He
impatiently grabbed my waist and pushed himself up and deeper into
me and I gasped in shock. He was so huge!

I began to
dance up and down on him, thwacking my butt against his strong
thighs as I bounced myself up and down on his pedestal. He grabbed
my tits and pulled me towards him as he took them in his mouth. He
sucked hard on my tits until I erupted in a wail of ecstasy as a
powerful orgasm tore throughout me and shot out from all the pores
of my body. I collapsed limp against his strong frame and lay
motionless.

‘Come on,
girl,’ he protested. ‘I ain’t done witchyu.’

He rose up to
his feet, scooping me like a baby in his strong arms. Then he
turned around and placed me on the couch. ‘On your knees,’ he
commanded. ‘Face down, ass up…I wanna see how tight you are.’ He
placed a hand in the crack of my ass and stroked my anus.

I did as
ordered and buried my face down in the couch, hiking my ass up and
backing it to him. I felt his hands on my buttocks as he parted
them. A wetness came between my buttocks and I understood that he
had spat generously at me. A thick finger slid into my anus and set
me alight.

And then the
monster cock came in slowly, forcing its way into my tight anal
hole. ‘Please don’t hurt me,’ I cried suddenly, fear gripping
me.

He stopped.
‘What? You never had anal?’

In all my 24
years on earth I had had anal sex only once. I had been extremely
drunk then and I didn’t even recall the experience now. But
presently I was stone cold sober and was afraid that Steven Hensley
would ravage my anus and tear it apart.

‘Let’s get some
lube on ya, girl, I don’t wanna hurt you. I like you too much to
hurt you.’

You don’t like
me, asshole. You just wanna fuck me and discard me like the rest of
the girls you have the power to control. Private thoughts, Miss
Thompson.

He went to his
desk and momentarily returned with a bottle of lube. He applied it
to the crack of my ass and I closed my eyes and let him feed the
menacing snake that was his cock inside of me. It foraged inside me
hungrily and enslaved me with its strength and power. Gradually his
thrusts inside me quickened and he held tightly onto my waist as he
jammed and slammed himself into me. When he came, it was with a
loud groan of satisfaction. He held me firmly to him and emptied
himself inside me.

I dropped onto
the couch and coiled away from him. He sat down next to me and
picked me up in his arms. ‘Baby, don’t be afraid of me. You’re
wonderful. You’re very wonderful.’

I buried my
face in his chest and sobbed quietly.

He stroked my
hair gently. ‘Ssh…don’t cry, baby,’ he said in a concerned voice.
‘Don’t cry...’

He couldn’t
understand that I was not crying out of grief. I was crying tears
of happiness. It always happens to me when I’ve been fucked well
and good. My boss was a great fucker and he had just taken me to
heaven and back. I felt physically and emotionally attached to him.
All this because the man had just fucked me mercilessly in the ass
and made me climax like a maniac.

He rose to his
feet suddenly. He walked to his desk and picked up a wad of Kleenex
and cleaned his cock. Then he began to get dressed. ‘My private
bathroom is over there. Clean yourself,’ he said brusquely. The
limo will take you back to Long Island…I’ve got business to attend
to.’

And like that
he was done with me.

The Spa

When I got back
to the Hensley mansion, an unsmiling Veronica accosted me,
‘Where’ve you been?’

I was having
your husband's cock inside my ass, bitch. ‘I went for a walk,’ I
replied, praying that she hadn’t seen me leave with the limo.

She eyed me
with what I assumed to be a suspicious look for what seemed to be a
longer than desirable moment. ‘Wait for me in the car. We are going
to the spa.’

I’d never been
to a spa, but I assumed that I would be required to get somewhat
naked for somebody to put their oily hands on me. It wouldn’t do
for me to be stinking of sex if that happened. ‘I gotta take a
shower first.’

Veronica
smiled, but the smile was so out of place on her hard face I found
it hard to believe. ‘Be quick.’

I guess
Veronica had so much money she didn’t find it necessary to ask
people to do things for her; she found it better to order people
around. I shrugged it off as her general bitchiness and went to my
assigned quarters, where I had a bathroom that was too large to be
called a bathroom, with more amenities than was necessary in a
bathroom, including a jacuzzi and a large flat screen TV on one of
the walls, presumably to entertain one when she was enjoying
soaking herself in the jacuzzi.

I took a quick
shower in the bathroom and then dressed myself in a pair of
jean-shorts and a tank top. I shoved my feet into some Nike
sneakers and then found my way through the big house outside. The
limo was parked in front of the house, but it was devoid of human
life, and the chauffeur, dressed in his usual dark formal uniform,
was a distance away, chatting to the gardener, who was pruning some
shrubs near the swimming pool.

I went back
into the house, thinking to myself how difficult it would be to
guess where to find Veronica in the big mansion. I pulled out my
phone and called her. She told me to come on over to her dressing
room.

Steven and
Veronica did not have a bedroom; they had a fantabulous suite that
could’ve attained fame as the super-luxurious suite of a hotel. To
complement it, it had two separate dressing rooms for the master
and lady of the house respectively.

Presently, I
found Veronica trying on a pair of white shorts in her dressing
room – which, incidentally, was bigger than my entire SoHo studio
apartment. Other than the white shorts, she had nothing else on.
For a 35-year-old, she had a great body. Forgive me, but at 24, I
generally assume that anyone above 30 is old. Veronica had a very
slim body, and I imagine she devoted a lot of time to keeping
herself that way. She had a pair of beautiful boobs. They were so
perfectly round it was obvious they’d come courtesy of a talented
plastic surgeon. They were not big or small; just the right size
for her trim figure. She had very long blonde hair that was in
direct contrast to my dark hair. I also had long hair which reached
down to the small of my back, but today I’d tied it in a
ponytail.

Veronica’s
dressing room had multiple mirrors, giving one the impression of
being in a kaleidoscope. The mirrors showed you every possible
angle of your body. Veronica caught me staring at her boobs as she
pulled on a brown sleeveless top. ‘You like them?’

‘They’re
gorgeous,’ I said honestly.

‘Can you tell
they’re fake?’

‘No, are they?’
I lied. I’d long designated Veronica to the genus of narcissist, so
I told her what she wanted to hear.

‘You’re lucky
to reach your age without a child,’ she said. ‘I had Fort when I
was 17. Breastfed him for a full year, and afterwards my tits were
never the same. When you reach 30 everything starts going south, so
I got these firmed up. If you don't maintain yourself, you may lose
your man to a younger thing with firm parts...no offense intended,’
she added apologetically.

Bitch. ‘None
taken,’ I assured her.

An awkward
moment of silence ensued. I searched for something to say and when
it came I grabbed it immediately.

‘Do you regret
having a child?’ I asked her as she sat down on a stool and slid
her feet into a pair of Jimmy Choos.

She shook her
head. ‘No, Fort’s one of the two greatest things to happen to my
life. The other is being married to a man who is so wealthy I’ve
never had to work a single day in my life.’

She went to one
of the closets and swung the door open. A neat stack of handbags
was lined in shelves inside the closet. She selected a Burberry
handbag and came with it to the table that was in the center of the
room. She emptied the contents of her Bulgari handbag into the
Burberry. She swung the later onto her right shoulder and said,
‘Let’s go.’

We went outside
to the limo. The chauffeur ran to the car when he saw us emerging
out of the house. He opened the right backdoor for us. I entered
first and slid over to the left side of the seat, making room for
Veronica-Rich-Bitch on the right. As the engine roared to life,
Veronica pulled out a bottle of Dom Pérignon and two glasses from
one of the limo’s many compartments. She handed me the bottle and
told me to open it. I took the moment to look at her hands and
realized that they were beautifully manicured. I guess she didn't
want to spoil her long nails.

I opened the
Dom Pérignon with a slight popping sound and then poured it into
the glasses. I got them half-full and then placed the bottle into a
holder that was in the middle of the seat, between us. She handed
me my glass and I took a sip of the Dom Pérignon and instantly
thought I could get used to this life.

Veronica gulped
down hers and then quickly poured some more of the exquisite
champagne. She took carefully measured sips this time around.

I checked the
time on my iPhone as the car pulled out of the Hensley mansion. It
was 14.23. ‘What time will we be back? I’ve got a lesson with Fort
when he returns from school.’

Because they
dismissed early from school on Fridays, he had promised me our
lesson for that day would be at 4PM.

‘Forget it,’
said his mother. ‘The kid’s probably skipped school and he’s
fucking some young pussy he has found somewhere as we speak,’ said
his mother.