“Friends of yours?” I asked Chad.
“You could say that. I’ll never see them again. Not as long as I live, I’m sure. Unless they come to another party.”
We passed through an enormous kitchen filled with bartenders, rapidly mixing up new punches, new drinks, uncorking magnum bottles of champagne and pouring them out into hundreds of individual flutes.
“How can you afford all this?” I gasped. Of course, it was a stupid question. Good going, Kenya, I thought. If you were planning on charming him with your wit… That plan is shot.
“I’ve got a fair bit of money, as you may have gathered,” Chad said with a smile. His hand tightened over mine. “Harvard for undergrad, two years at Goldman, then Stanford for business school. I started a small operation with a few classmates that took and here I am, four years later… What I would call comfortably wealthy. But I apologize… You probably didn’t want my resume, did you?”
His smile made me want to melt from the inside out. It drove me wild; made me weak. Not just weak in the knees, like you read about in romance novels but weak all over—weak in the elbows, weak in the ankles, weak in the gut.
He flung open a door in the hallway leading out of the kitchen and I found myself in the single most beautiful, luxurious bedroom I had ever seen. His giant, circular bed stood in the center of the room, with circular couches surrounding it. There was a small Jacuzzi tub right there in the room, along with a mini bar and a terrace that opened up onto a gorgeous view of the night city skyline and a small private garden, complete with another pool, separate from the big one outside.
“My home at home,” Chad said with a smile. He hooked a finger under one of the straps of my dress and paused. “I often find myself having to entertain clients at my personal home—I think you’ll agree it’s more impressive than most hotels and the location is a tiny bit better too, and besides… Parties are more interesting than taking your clients out to bars.”
He laughed and slid the strap down my shoulder. His touch made me shudder deliciously.
“But look at me, babbling about work.”
“No,” I said looking back at him. “I like it. It’s interesting. I mean, I’m just a student, so it’s interesting to hear what people do in…” I paused as he slid away my suit’s other strap and pulled down the top part of my swim suits, passing it over my breasts and revealing them to him. “…in the real world.”
The Real World
“The real world? That? You think that’s the real world?” he said, rolling his eyes. He held me close, strong hands at my waist. “I volunteered at an orphanage in South Africa for a semester in college. That was the real world. Children with AIDS. Malaria. Poverty. That was real. All this… It’s a fleeting dream. Blink and it’s gone.”
I wanted to drown in his words then and there. I imagined him, younger, a baby in his arms while he kicked a soccer ball around with some orphans on a dusty African plain. In my fantasy, he was shirtless as he was now, covered in the red African soil, sweat glistening on his tanned muscles…
“Then I won’t blink,” I whispered. I felt his lips curl into a smile and he lowered his face to my breasts. I gasped when I felt his mouth encircle one of my hardening nipples. His other hand gripped and squeezed my other breast. I had big breasts. I always had, ever since they started growing when I was twelve. I had always appreciated the attention they got from men but it usually just ended up pissing me off. This, however… This, I could get used to.
“Kenya, your body is gorgeous…” Chad whispered in between his hot kisses and nips over my hardening flesh. “As soon as I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to get you out of this bathing suit.”
“My friends said I’d never stand out wearing this…” I said dreamily, closing my eyes and sinking into his warm tongue, savoring the scratchy itch of his stubble against my breasts.
“I like girls with curves,” he said. “You’d stand out to me. No matter what.”
“That’s nice of you… to say,” I said with a small gasp as he bit my nipple, gently but with a tight, sharp sting of teeth on flesh.
“It’s nice of you to have come,” he replied, kissing down my breasts and over my soft belly, peeling down my bathing suit as he went, as if her were unpeeling some exotic, enticing fruit. Finally, he slid it down my legs and I stepped out of it, totally naked before him.
“Get on the bed, Kenya,” he ordered. I was powerless to stop him. I couldn’t have done anything if I wanted to. I sat on the bed and he slid down his own bathing suit, revealing his long, magnificent cock, veiny and throbbing in the cool night air. I reached forward it and he gave me an approving smile as I wrapped my hand around his massive shaft. I suddenly realized that that would be going inside of me and I had no idea how it would ever fit. I’d never been with a guy this big before and the billionaire had a giant cock.
But that was a bridge I would cross when I came to it, I decided. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, sucking him slowly, letting his thickness slide back down my mouth, down into my throat. I began to bob my head slowly, eliciting pleased groans with each movement of my mouth. My tongue slid all over him, stroking the veins in his cock, tracing their passage as if they were rivers on a map, hearkening back to grade school, when we studied westward expansion in social studies.
“Mmm, Kenya,” Chad groaned, his manhood twitching in my mouth. “You have no idea how incredible this feels.”
He gripped me by the hair, hard, and I yelped a little onto his cock.
“Kenya, I want you to take me deeper. I want you to choke on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I nodded slowly, still with his cock in my mouth, not totally sure what he meant. And then I found out: he gripped me even harder by the hair and pulled my head hard and fast onto his cock, forcing it down my unprepared throat, forcing my nose into his pubic hair. I groaned onto his cock, gagging and choking, but he held me there as I struggled. Tears began to drip from my eyes and finally, he slid himself out of my mouth.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, whimpering pathetically.
He just took me by the hair again and pulled me forward. I opened my mouth wide, refusing to be caught off guard again. But there was no way I could avoid gagging as his massive length invaded my poor little throat. He began to fuck my mouth, fuck my throat, like it was a pussy, like it was a sex toy. I groaned and sputtered on his cock, saliva dripping down my lips along with tears but I didn’t give up. I refused to be beaten. I would suck this cock and I would make him cum and then I’d give the billionaire a piece of my mind.
“Kenya, you have no idea how perfect your little lips are around my cock…” Chad groaned, he strong hands guiding my face as I fellated him. “I love using your throat. I love seeing my cock disappear into your pretty mouth… I love fucking your face.”
Well, good for you, buster, I thought grumpily as his cock began to twitch in my mouth. Suddenly, there it came: loads and loads of hot cum, streaming out of his cock, spurting out of this man I had only met twenty minutes ago, and filling my mouth, filling my throat, making me gag. I swallowed his seed, I am proud to say. I swallowed all of it, slurping it up and licking at his cock as it grew soft, nibbling on his hot, slick skin.
Finally, he slid out of my mouth with a pop. I was about to give him a piece of my mind when he offered me a glass of champagne, seemingly out of nowhere.
“You’re probably a little out-of-sorts after that,” he said with a smile. “I’ve never encountered anyone who can suck cock like you. Are you a professional?”
“No!” I roared. “I’m just a student! I’m nineteen!”
He raised his eyebrows. “Nineteen?”
“Is that a problem? Don’t worry, I’m legal. You won’t have to pretend you didn’t just fuck the shit out of my throat.”
“I probably shouldn’t have given you that glass of champagne.”
I shrugged and tossed it back, downing it in a single gulp. I gargled it to rinse the taste of
his cum out of my cheeks and then swallowed it all.
“Too late.”
Chad burst out laughing.
“That was Veuve Cliquot. I can’t believe you just gargled Veuve Cliquot.”
“Believe it,” I replied.
“Kenya, I’m a rough man but I’m also a rewarding man. Do you understand what I mean?”
“I think so.”
“Why don’t you lay back and spread your legs?”
I blushed but did as he said. And then, his head was between my legs, his tongue exploring my inner thighs.
“Your legs are so soft, Kenya,” he whispered.
“Thanks,” I said with a pleased sigh. I could definitely get used to his tongue, to his hot breath sweeping over my little pink pussy. I had shaved before coming and it was incredible, the feeling of his tongue roaming and washing over my mound before sliding down over my slit, wetting it and tasting my juices.
“Oh, god,” I whimpered as his tongue passed over my clit. “That’s perfect.”
“What’s perfect, Kenya?” he whispered.
“The way you’re licking me…”
“You’re not at home with mom and dad. Tell me what I’m doing.”
Orders
“You’re… Oh, god… You’re licking my pussy. You’re eating me out.”
His tongue was lashing my cunt now, sliding into my slit and running up, up to my clit where he’d flick it back and forth, maybe swirl around my throbbing nub. He’d let his teeth rub against my clit and elicit hot, needful moans from my lips as he brought me closer and closer to my edge.
“Chad… Oh god…”
I gripped the bed hard as he dug his tongue into my sopping wet cunt, digging into my pink parts, my clit bigger and more needy than it had ever been. I couldn’t remember ever being this aroused, ever, in my life and here I was, the richest man I had ever met burying his face in my most intimate of spots.
He slid a finger inside of me, fingering me slow and deep, exploring my tight, sticky depths as he continued to lick me, continued to play with my clit in his lips, continued to slide his tongue over my pussy lips, even letting it slide all the way into my cunt and then bringing it up and out, over my mound as a whole, spreading my juices over my pussy.
Then I felt my orgasm creeping up on me, insidiously, spreading out through my limbs and filling every cell of my body. My heart pounded and I opened my mouth in a silent scream, a silent moan of perfect passion and pleasure that made up for allowing my throat to be invaded brutally and violated by this man, this billionaire I had only just met.
I squeezed my eyes shut and suddenly, my silent scream soared into hearing distance, and I let it out, shrieking as I came, hard, my juices flooding Chad’s eager mouth.
I gasped as my body shook and my hips bucked, pushing my pussy up, deeper into his lips as he continued to lick me, continued to tongue fuck me. I sighed as finally, finally, my body calmed down and I relaxed, my heart still pounding like a war drum in my chest and my nipples and pussy aching with pleasant arousal.
“That was…” I whispered, staring at his ceiling. “…incredible. I don’t know if I can walk after that.”
Chad just laughed and straddled my hips. He leaned for a kiss and then, out of nowhere, he had a bottle of Veuve and my glass.
“This should revive you,” he said. “The night’s not over. Not by a long shot.”
He slid one of my legs up, onto his shoulder as I sipped at the champagne. I felt the tip of his cock at my pussy and before I could say anything, he slid into me. I screamed into my Veuve: my pussy was still sensitive, practically sore, from that incredible orgasm! On the other hand, I was wet enough that he could penetrate me completely from the get go with ease, his massive shaft sliding into me, up to the hilt, facing practically no resistance.
He began to pound me and I grunted, feeling animalistic, as his cock probed the deepest depths of my tight pussy.
I had only had sex three times before this and none of them were like this.
They had been with unathletic, fairly nerdy guys at my school. Boys who didn’t know anything about pleasing a woman. Nothing like Chad.
“Oh, god, you’re so deep!” I moaned, pressing my hips up to take more of his cock. “Harder! Deeper! Fuck me!”
“That’s right, scream for me. Scream so loud that they hear you outside.”
I thought of Sarah and Candace. They must be wondering where I was right now. Well, serves them right for being so obnoxious. Here I was, getting the shit fucked out of me by a billionaire while they were probably getting chatted up by skeezy eurotrash by the bar.
“Oh, god, Chad, that’s right, that’s so perfect. You’re so good and deep. Fuck me harder,” I groaned again, and louder, hoping against hope that Sarah and Candace would hear me, along with all the sexy super models who had come here tonight hoping to be exactly where I was now: lying beneath this gorgeous billionaire, accepting his massive shaft into my tight, tight pink cunt.
“Fuck me!” I screamed with this thought in my head. His hands gripped my ass as he pounded me and I screamed again, digging my nails into his shoulders, hard enough to draw blood. He grunted and spanked my ass in retribution.
“You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?” he growled, slapping my ass again, feeling like it would leave a nasty welt this time.
I squealed and my ass throbbed but I pressed my pussy harder against his cock, impaling myself over and over on his delicious rod, desperate to feel that billionaire cum deep inside of me.
“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming again!” I said, realizing that my orgasm had snuck up on me.
His strokes only quickened, intensifying my orgasm as I exploded all around him, my pussy convulsing like a delicious, spasming vice around his silky smooth cock. He groaned and I felt his cock begin to twitch.
Then it came—or, rather, should I say, then he came—his cock exploding inside of me, stream after stream of sticky, hot cum spilling out of him, my billionaire, filling my wet whole.
His hot seed filled me up, just as it had filled my mouth and I groaned in pleasure, pushing hard against him and flexing my muscles, trying to milk all I could out of his cock.
Morning
We fell asleep like that, him on top of me. The entire night, I dreamt that there was, of all things, an elephant sitting atop me, weighing me down, pressing into my chest… It wasn’t a bad elephant, but it was suffocating and several times, I found myself struggling to breathe because of the elephant…
After a while, though, the elephant changed. Now, it was a bear—a great big bear, still on top of me, still snoring. Several times, I awoke, finding Chad’s neck pressed into my face. He had partied pretty hard too, I realized through my haze. I shifted as much as I could, still finding an opportunity, as exhausted and half-drunk as I still was, to savor his scent, his musk. It smelled like power. It smelled like sex and success.
It smelled like a man. God, but it was intoxicating.
I was pretty hung over when I woke up the next morning to find I had been gently tucked into bed and my things arranged next to me, including my dress and my cell phone, chock full of panicked texts and voice mails from Sarah and Candace.
As I opened my sleepy eyes, I recognized Chad’s naked, muscular form across his bedroom in the kitchenette, the warm smell of breakfast reaching my nose at about the same time the sight of him did.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” he said with a smile as I sat up in bed. “Eggs all right for breakfast?”
So they were right. I was the kind of girl you make eggs for in the morning.
“Sure…” I murmured in a daze. “That… That’d be amazing, actually.”
I slid out of bed, feeling slinky and silky since I was still naked and god, now that I realized it, his sheets were amazing—they had to be something like two thousand thread count. It was like sleeping surrounded by butter.
I padded into the kitchen, suddenly very aware of my nakedness and his.
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Chad shushed me. I suddenly realized that he was on speaker phone as he cooked.
“I’m not interested in Chinese bonds, I told you that, Rick…” Chad cut through with an exasperated sigh. “Find somewhere else to park the cash.”
Another sigh on the other end of the line. A voice, gruff, annoyed, replied.
“Of course I can find us somewhere else to put the money, but is it going to ingratiate you with the People’s Republic? Is it going to open up new markets in Guangzhou and Shandong—“
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