by Tasha Fawkes
How indeed?
Chapter 2 – Jase
As always, Charles keeps the Rolls Phantom gliding smoothly down the FDR. It’s never a joy to go to JFK, but a necessary evil nonetheless. At least I can get there in comfort – not just any comfort either.
The best fucking comfort life has to offer.
I’m into that – the best of things. Being wealthy as fuck allows me to fulfill those needs. And I fulfill them every damn chance I get.
My phone goes off, and I groan. Britney. My girlfriend, and lately, a pain in my ass.
I read the text: Surprise, babe. Just got into town. Hope you’re hard and ready. Can’t wait to get another taste of that sweet nectar of yours!!
Fuck. She must have been even more bored than usual last night and jumped on her families’ private jet. Spoiled brat.
My thumbs stomp across the screen. About to leave to Florida on some important business.
She’s bound to take that well. I exhale a long breath, not interested in another fight.
“What’s the matter, sir?” Charles asks, reading my moods as usual.
“Charles, when did I begin dating Ms. Lawson?” I ask him, trying to calculate the days mentally.
“Thirty-two days ago, sir, at the Warren reception.”
“Ah, that’s right.” The Warren reception. That’s where I’d taken Britney in the ass, on the desk in Congressman Warren’s home office as the party raged downstairs. It was some hot fucking shit.
The memory causes me to chuckle. Britney moaned so loudly when I shoved my cock into her tight little pink asshole that I’d been sure the entire staff must’ve heard us. The memory of the way she wiggled and squirmed makes my cock twitch a little at this very moment. Britney may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but she’s a fucking sex devil who likes to get very kinky. I’ve enjoyed the sexy BDSM games we’ve shared. She’s a natural Sub, but it’s time to call it quits. It’s a damn shame…almost.
Thirty-two days.
A whole fuckin’ month.
That’s longer than most chicks last with me, I suppose. But it’s also too long, especially now that she’s getting so fucking clingy. My rules are simple: short, hot, and no drama. Once the complaining starts, the relationship ends. And this one should have ended over a week ago.
My phone pings again with Britney’s reply. As I thought, she’s not happy.
I lean back and contemplate the idea of breaking up with her after one more round of hot sex.
No, that’d be wrong...and a sure-fire way to create more drama.
Stick to the plan. No complications.
Before I can second guess myself, I grab my phone and type: This is not working out, doll. All good things must come to an end. It was fun while it lasted. Then I toss the damn device into my briefcase, not willing to deal with the shit-storm that’s sure to follow.
Charles pulls us up to the JFK terminal drop-off. “We’re here, sir.”
Thank the fuck. It’s a narrow escape, but I’ll take it.
“Thanks, Charles,” I tell my trusted butler. “I’ll see you on the jet shortly. In case I forget to remind you later, be sure to enjoy yourself down there while I’m in meetings.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I’ll try to remember, sir.”
I smile at his formality. “Stop calling me sir.”
“Yes, sir.”
Still smiling, I bypass the airline counters and skip the security line altogether. Being a billionaire has its perks – one huge one is owning my own jet. Unlike Britney’s spoiled-ass, I use mine for actual business…mostly. Regardless, it’s mine, not Mommy and Daddy’s.
Moments later, I climb the rolling stairs on the tarmac. The inside of my jet is plush and comfortable, like I prefer everything in my life. I take a moment to get settled while Kiki, my personal flight attendant, hands me a Scotch, my favorite drink.
Yeah, if you have to fly, this is the fucking way to do it. I almost pity all the poor sheep sitting on the over-packed commercial airlines around me. Then I remind myself that everyone makes their own way in this world. I did it. Anyone should be able to.
No, I won’t pity them. I fly better – I live better – because I’ve earned it.
“Sir, we’re cleared for departure at your leisure,” the pilot chirps over the intercom.
“The sooner, the better,” I respond as I hold down the button. Please, get me the fuck out of here.
***
The meeting in Ft. Lauderdale takes several hours. It’s my hope to buy out this company. Their established fitness site for women is the perfect companion to my fitness site for men. It’s a match made in virtual heaven.
The CEO, Alexia, is older than me but still hot as fuck in her sexy tight outfit. Huge tits that are threatening to split open the front of her shirt. The tension and innuendos have been building between us the entire meeting. Just before we finish up, my phone begins vibrating across the table.
“Apologies,” I murmur and reach to shut it off, pissed at myself for not having done so prior to the meeting.
Alexia leans forward, giving me another superb shot down her deep cleavage. Distracted, I tap what I thought was the button to decline the message.
It wasn’t.
I blink as a video comes to life. It’s Britney, and she’s…oh hell!
“Hey, asshole, this could’ve been all yours tonight,” she says in a porn-star quality voice accompanied by pants and moans that cause my cock to twitch in attention. The damn woman is lying on a bed fucking herself with two dildos. It’s sexy – don’t get me wrong – and likely something I would have enjoyed watching at any other time, just not at this exact moment.
I shut it down as quickly as I can, hoping this display doesn’t ruin the deal I was hoping to make.
Fucking Britney. Doesn’t she know what a turn off her desperation is, despite her ass being so damn fine?
“I’m sorry about that, Alexia,” I say sincerely. “I–”
“No need to apologize, Jase,” Alexia says, a hint of interest in her voice. “With a man such as yourself, it hardly surprises me.” She places a hand on my thigh and squeezes gently.
“I appreciate you noticing.” I eye her hand as it travels farther up my leg.
“Got plans tonight?” She leans closer, and I can smell the musk of her perfume. “I know a fun place. Ever heard of Club Bliss?” I stop her hand right before it reaches my crotch.
“Can’t say I have, but it sounds like fun.”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” she purrs as she leans in, her slightly parted lips full and wet.
Maybe it’s wrong, but my dick seems to think it’s right. I close the gap between us and press my lips to hers, kissing her until a deep moan escapes her throat. This cougar thinks she can handle me? I can’t wait to take the time to show her just who she’s dealing with.
“Mmmm,” she says as she pulls away. “How about a preview?”
Before I get a chance to reply, she’s on her knees before me. Her hands make quick work of my belt, then the button and zipper of my pants. I don’t object as she slips her hand inside my boxer-briefs and releases my cock. I even bob it for her a few times for good measure.
“Jase, your cock is fucking magnificent,” she purrs as she examines my throbbing erection with her hands, exploring it, squeezing and stroking before taking me into that hot little mouth of hers.
Oh, fuck. Fuck, that feels good.
She obviously holds a lot of talent in this area. I watch her tits bob and her ass sway back and forth as she plunges my dick deep into the back of her throat again and again. I brace one arm on the back of the couch for leverage and use my other hand to grasp the back of her hair. I begin to grind with her, fucking her face like it was meant to be fucked.
I don’t fight her as she pauses in her ministrations and releases me with a loud pop to swirl her tongue around the rim before flicking the tip with her tongue. I don’t release my grip on her hair either. After a last swirl, she shoves my cock
back into her mouth so briskly that it surprises me when she doesn’t gag or cry out from the pain surely caused by my hair pulling.
She takes it like a fucking champ.
She’s relentless – slurping, sucking, and deep-throating me to the brink of orgasm. When she releases me with a loud pop again, I growl in frustration. I anticipate being licked once more, but instead, Alexia pulls away and stands, gently dabbing at the moisture around her mouth.
“You’re not seriously thinking about leaving me like this?” I ask in amazement.
Alexia leans down and grabs me by the balls. “Sorry, got another meeting, honey, but my driver will pick you up at your hotel. Be ready at nine.” She bites my ear and loosens her grip on my sack just enough that I can take a deep breath. “Sorry about the blue balls, but don’t masturbate. I want to swallow every delicious drop later.”
As I stand, I slip my hand under her skirt, finding her center. She’s not wearing any panties, and her pussy is wet as fuck for me already. I slide a finger inside, lifting her until she’s on her toes. She moans, and I finger her hard, stroking her g-spot until her eyes roll back in her head. Just before she tightens, I back away, sliding the wet digit into first my mouth, then hers. She sucks it off as well as she almost did my cock.
Fuck, she’s sexy.
“That sounds all fine and dandy, honey, but I’ve got my own driver. I’ll pick you up. Be ready at eight, not nine. Can’t have my balls explode, can we?” I say with a smirk.
She doesn’t answer with words, but the look on her face tells me she’ll be ready for me – in more ways than one.
I readjust myself. It only takes me a moment to refasten my pants and belt, tugging my jacket together to hide the bulge that won’t be shrinking anytime soon.
Walking outside, I’m gratified to see Charles waiting as instructed. I may be rich, but I choose not to be an asshole about it…usually. Of course, there are times when I have to be an asshole in order to avoid anyone from getting too close. I keep my life very well-ordered. Business, personal, sexual. They all have roles to fulfill, and while I may decide it’s worth blurring a line or two on occasion, it’s simpler to just be.
I climb into the car and shut the privacy glass. Charles knows the hotel is our next stop, and we’ll be stuck in traffic for a good fifteen minutes. Between the blue balls from Alexia and now my own thoughts, I’m about to explode.
Taking out my phone, I power it on as I unzip my pants and pull out my still throbbing cock. When the video reappears, I smile. It seems like Britney will get me off one last time after all. Even with the privacy glass up, I lower the volume before I hit play. Britney’s such a naughty girl. She alternates pumping one dildo in her ass with one hand while pumping another into her wet cunt. I match the rhythm with the strokes of my hand up and down my cock, increasing the speed as my climax builds.
Even as I watch the video, I think about Alexia’s talented mouth. She wanted me to wait, but Alexia doesn’t know me very well. When it comes to sex, I give the orders. I’m in charge.
I’ll break her later. Make her into the submissive girl I know she can be.
As I imagine the successful business woman’s ass turning bright pink from the sting of my hand, cum shoots into the waiting tissue in my lap, and I clean it up quickly. Moments before we arrive at the hotel, my phone porn is turned off and my cock back inside my slacks.
I feel a little less anxious, a little more comfortable…but I still can’t wait to fuck that bitch’s brains out later.
Chapter 3 – Daniela
Flying first class is one thing – okay, a huge thing, I won’t lie – but I know my mouth hangs open when we pull up to Aria’s aunt’s mansion. In the afternoon Florida sun, it’s a sight to behold. Not only is it freaking huge, but people mill about everywhere. Aria did mention something about her aunt liking to throw big parties but nothing could have prepared me of this. I can’t tell if it’s excitement or anxiety that races through me…maybe both. I do my best cartoon impression for a few moments, looking from the huge structure, to Aria, and back again before I muster up words to coincide with my thoughts.
“Holy shit, Aria. You and your family must be loaded.” This place could be straight out of a Rich and Famous magazine.
“Pfft, I wish.” Aria laughs. “This estate doesn’t belong to my aunt.”
Now I’m confused. “I thought you said we were going to your aunt’s.”
“I just call her my aunt. We’re not related,” Aria explains. “She’s more like a very good friend.”
I nod my understanding, still somewhat in awe of my surroundings. As if things can’t get any posher, a waiter strolls by with a tray of food.
“Thank God, I’m starving!” Aria exclaims as she grabs two chicken legs off the passing tray. One goes directly to her mouth, and she hands me the other. “C’mon, let’s check out what’s going on inside.”
I walk up the shining white concrete walkway behind Aria and through a massive door. The main entry floor shines in a polished marble and the cream colored walls shoot up into the second floor. As I look around, I notice how well staffed this party is. In fact, the more I look around, the more I notice every server here seems to fit one requirement. Guys that are shirtless and hot as all fuck!
“Um, Aria? What’s up with all the random sexy servants?” I ask, licking my fingers. “And let me add – this is me not complaining.”
“Well…” Aria studies me for a moment. I must look pathetic as all hell because she finally relents. “Okay, I guess the jig is up. The staff you see here are also the staff at Club Bliss – basically the hottest private VIP club in the area. And…” Aria digs into her bag and hands me an envelope with a wink. “Inside are two guest passes,” she explains as I open it. “That’s our plans for the evening, girl. Get ready to have the best fucking night of your life – pun intended.”
I study the passes in my hand. They have some weight to them – a luxurious laminated cardstock. The emblem is even embossed. No expense spared apparently. “I don’t know, Aria. All of this seems a bit much for me,” I say, unsure of my ability to blend in with all of these beautiful people.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Aria insists. “You’re going to go, and it will be fabulous.”
“Aria, I don’t have anything suitable to wear to a place like this,” I point out.
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” a voice purrs from behind me, “we have plenty of spare clothes to accommodate our guests.”
I don’t have a chance to reply because Aria squeals loudly and throws her arms around the shoulders of the beautiful older woman dressed in the most expensive looking cream pantsuit I’ve ever seen. I assume this is Aria’s “aunt.”
“Daniela…” Aria turns them both to face me as she says my name. “This is Sofie. Sofie, this is my new friend Daniela.”
“Pleased to meet you,” I say in my most polite voice. Mom would be proud.
She smiles, flashing the most perfect teeth I’ve ever seen. “No, the pleasure is all mine.”
“Your place is just breathtaking,” I tell her, trying not to gush.
“Thank you. Aria, she’s very lovely. I’m happy you decided to bring her along. Give her the grand tour before you two go upstairs and get settled in. I’ll have someone take you to the wardrobe room later. I’m sure you’re both tired and would like to recharge before this evening’s activities.” She winks.
I thank Sofie again and let Aria lead me up a massive stairway. This place is so big, it almost intimidates me – and definitely confuses me. Aria stops at the top floor of the house, the third floor. Room after lavish room line the halls, which are wide and well-lit with oversized windows on each end. There’s even a veranda overlooking the gardens. The people down below mill about and seem to be enjoying themselves while paying no notice to the paradise surrounding them.
“C’mon, there’s so much more to show you.” Aria gently tugs on my shirt.
Twenty minutes later, and I�
��ve seen all four floors of this place, the indoor pool in the basement, the outdoor pool, gardens, media room, game room, library, kitchen, grounds, and so many guest rooms that I lost count.
Aria, who seems to know this place like the back of her hand, leads us to our rooms. They adjoin through a shared door, which offers us the convenience of being together when we want to be.
Aria yawns and stretches. “I’m not sure when we’ll go to the guest wardrobe, but I’m going to soak in the tub for a while.”
“A shower does sound good,” I admit.
Aria laughs. “Wait until you see your bathroom.” She winks and starts to shrug out of her shirt as she nudges the shared door closed. I can’t help but notice the side of her breast and perkiness of her nipple before the door closes fully.
This surprises me. I’ve never been this in tune with my sexuality before – or felt such curiosity towards another female. I shake it off as a horrible need for an orgasm. Besides, it’s only human to notice something beautiful, right?
I flick the lock of the shared door as my mind grows an idea. I might as well make a mess of myself before I get all cleaned up. I double check that the door to the hallway is locked before I strip down to my bra and panties, then climb onto the lavish bed. I lie on my back and let the soft blankets caress my skin as my hands begin to roam my body freely. I may not have been single long, but my pussy aches with the need of a good fucking.
Looking around the lavish room, I feel decadent just lying in such extravagance. The silk. The memories of the gorgeous men downstairs. This place seems to have my libido on overdrive. An orgasm is just what I need to release some of this built up stress and anxiety. With one hand, I pinch my left nipple through my bra. The sting sends a tingle right through my clit. I pluck both breasts from my bra, the underwire giving them a boost and making my nipples poke up at me while I play with them.
My other hand moves down my stomach. When I reach between my thighs, I can feel the moisture building through my underwear. I glide one finger back and forth over the fabric covering my sensitive nub as gentle tremors shoot through me. My hand slips inside the lace, and a finger dips inside me. It’s not as large a finger as I’d like, but it’ll do. I sure do wish I’d packed my vibrator right about now, but a girl can get by the old-fashioned way in a fix.
