In The Company of Billionaires - Part 1 (3 page)

‘So your body
is not yet spoiled by childbirth,’ the snake hissed again. ‘Is that
why you come here and try to steal my husband from me?’

‘I’ll
leave—.’

‘You never
interrupt me when I’m speaking to you,’ said the boss in a harsher
voice.

Irena swallowed
hard and didn’t know what to do or where to look. She threw a
glance at the beautiful dark chocolate of a man and was rewarded
with a smile of amusement from him.

The snake
hissed again. ‘You come here with your firm tits and tight pussy
and think you can steal my husband from me.’

Irena couldn’t
make up her mind if it was a question or a statement, but she
responded to the accusation nevertheless. ‘I’ll leave; this has all
been a terrible mistake…’

To her
surprise, Veronica closed the gap between them and brushed her lips
against Irena’s, and slowly her tongue entered into Irena’s mouth
and explored her mouth. Irena responded by kissing the other woman
back. Veronica moved her mouth down to Irena’s neck and caressed
her with her lips. She whispered seductively in Irena’s ear. ‘Get
down on your knees and take off my pants.’

Obsequiously,
Irena complied. While a part of her felt used and humiliated,
another part of her was deriving thrills from this show of sexual
madness. She unbuttoned Veronica’s True Religion jeans and lowered
them down the other woman’s legs. She was wearing no panties.
Veronica kicked the pants off her legs and then lifted her right
leg and placed it upon Irena’s right shoulder.

‘You sucked his
cock, now eat my pussy,’ Veronica commanded, grabbing Irena’s hair
and pressing her head to her crotch.

* * * * *

I couldn’t find
reason to protest.

Like me, she
had her pussy clean-shaven. Unlike me, she smelled heavenly of
Chanel № 5. I began to lick her pussy lips with my tongue, and then
I prodded slowly with my tongue inside her hole. I stroked her
thighs gently as I searched for her clit with the tip of my tongue.
I heard her let out a low sigh as I found the little head buried in
between her labia. Rubbed the tip of my tongue against it and she
grabbed my head and arched her back.

Her husband
came behind her and grabbed her waist. He inserted his big cock
inside her and Veronica moaned louder. I pulled back and watched
these two, as the husband took his wife from behind. He firmly
pressed her to his body and slammed his pelvis hard against her
buttocks. Then he pulled out of her hole and growled at me. ‘Come
here, bitch. Take my cock and suck it…’

Still on my
knees, I moved closer to him and took him once more inside my mouth
and gave him a vigorous blowjob for a moment before he went back to
the glory of his wife’s pussy. After a little while, he grunted
impatiently and pulled himself out of her pussy. He then inserted
his immense erection into her anus. She closed her eyes firmly and
closed her hands into tights balls. Slowly the big phallus
penetrated Veronica’s small hole until all of it was buried inside
her anus. I got a perverse thrill watching this demented sex show.
Steve began to thrust gently into his wife, pulling back his dick
all the way to its tip and then jamming himself back in. He placed
the palms of his hands flat against her buttocks and spread them
apart, opening her wider for his thick rod.

After a while
he pulled himself out of her and beckoned to me to take him once
more in my mouth. ‘Com’ lick this cock, girl. Com’ giv’ Daddy some
luv.’

I obeyed,
taking his dickhead in my mouth and trying not to breathe in as I
licked and sucked on his cock.

He stroked my
hair gently. ‘Yeah, you’re an expert, girl…You suck this cock like
you were born to do it…Yeah, that’s it, suck hard on this dick like
it was your last time to suck cock…Yeah...ooh...that’s marvelous
baby.’

I grabbed his
balls in my hand and stroked them while I encircled my left hand
around the stem of his massive cock, stroking it up and down as I
nibbled at his dickhead with my lips and tongue. He groaned with
pleasure and pulled himself quickly out of my grip. He shoved his
big dick back into the anus of his wife and elicited a scream of
ecstasy from her. For a while he thrust himself frantically into
her, and then with a final, animal-like groan he pulled himself out
of her and grabbed my head. I was crouched down on my knees. He
sprayed his cum all over my face and then laughed out loud.

‘God! Bitch,
you’re good,’ he exclaimed, rubbing the head of his majestic dick
all over my face, dirtying me with his cum.

When he was
done he stood back and marveled at his artwork. His wife stared
disdainfully at me and barked, ‘For God’s sake, woman, clean
yourself.’

The Office

I received a
call from the boss at 9.30 in the morning.

‘At 10 o’clock
the limo will pick you up to come over to my office. There’s
something I want to discuss with you.’

‘Okay.’ I don’t
think I had any other choice but agree, really. He didn’t seem to
be asking me.

‘Get dressed in
the clothes you’ll find in a package inside the closet in your
room. No bra.’

The clothes
turned out to be a grey pencil skirt and a black short-sleeved
blouse that fit my body perfectly and traced the contours of my
body. They were inside a Saks shopping bag that also contained
black Manolo high heels.

The limo picked
me up at 10.07 and drove through Manhattan to Steven Hensley’s
office in the Financial District. I had done a Wikipedia search on
him and learned that Steven Hensley had graduated from Columbia
University with a degree in economics and had worked for some Wall
Street banks before starting his hedge fund at the age of 29. Now
37, he was worth $12 billion and was managing trillions of other
people’s money.

All that was
public knowledge. What the world didn’t know was that Steven
Hensley had a 9-inch dick that was big both in girth and length,
and that he was an unrestrained sexual sadist with a voracious
appetite for sex that bordered on the abnormal…

He smiled
broadly at me when I entered into his office. It was an impressive
office, designed in an expensively masculine and modern style. He
sat behind a huge oak desk that had a glass top, on which sat three
computer screens as well as his MacBook Pro Ultrabook. He closed
the Ultrabook and sat up straight in his chair, staring at me with
fascinated eyes.

‘Sit over
there, on the couch.’

The couch was a
considerable distance away from his work desk. I sat down and
crossed my legs.

‘You’re a very
intelligent woman, I suppose…After all, you teach Math to high
school children…so I guess you know the reason I called you here,
but first things first: Are we paying you enough?’

‘You’ve given
me a generous offer. Thank you, sir.’

‘Still,
teaching an unwilling kid the intricacies of Mathematics is no easy
task. I’ve decided to up the offer by 20%.’

‘Thank you for
your generosity.’

I have never
been one to be timid when it comes to money. I wanted a lot of it,
and I wanted all of it now. Was Steven Hensley cleverly paying me
to be his sex slave, and disguising it as payment for tutoring his
son? I shrugged inwardly. I didn’t give a rat’s ass. If he was
paying me for my sexual services then it was money well-earned,
because I enjoyed being touched by him, and was actually itching to
be touched by him right now. He was a remarkably handsome black
man, with a symmetrically proportioned face. He had a light
complexion, and his face showed that money had done a lot to
improve his facial appearance.

His hair was
cut short, close to his scalp, and he had a beard that had been
trimmed by an experienced and most probably expensive barber to
thin sideburns that ran down the length of the sides of his face
and then bent towards his chin to meet in a perfect square of hairs
around his mouth. He had a lovely, aristocratic nose that
complemented his face well. A very handsome man. A burning
sensation of longing seared at my loins as I stared at him, sitting
there behind his desk and staring at me with a fascinated
expression on his face.

His beautiful
face creased into a frown. ‘How old are you?’

All my vital
details are in my CV, which I handed to you when I applied for this
job, dickhead. These were the words that formed in my mind, but I
let these ones come out of my mouth: ‘I am 24.’

‘24,’ he
echoed, his smile broadening. ‘Glorious age. Everything must be
firm and tight in that body of yours…your breasts…I haven’t seen
them; show them to me.’

Without
protest, I unbuttoned the black blouse and exposed my tits to
him.

‘Wow!’ he
exclaimed like a kid who had just discovered a new toy he hadn’t
known existed in the world. ‘I’m getting a hard dick just by
looking at them.’

I stared back
at him and offered nothing by way of verbal communication.

He sat back in
his chair. ‘When I called you I had a hooker with me here in the
office, but the bitch couldn’t even give me an orgasm, but
you…you…I’m soaking my drawers just by staring at you. I’ve dreamt
about being inside you ever since I first laid my eyes on you…’

The feeling is
mutual, Mr. Hensley. As a matter of fact I dreamt about you too
last night, and when I woke up I had a wet pussy. I remember the
feel of your huge cock inside my hand and I’m actually soaking
myself just by looking at you.

‘Spread your
legs,’ he ordered in a quiet voice. ‘And hike up your skirt.’

I did as
commanded.

He feasted his
eyes on my pussy and quickly brought his dick out of his pants. He
stroked it in his hand while watching me. ‘How do you like to be
fucked, Irena?

I was surprised
that he actually knew my name. ‘I like it hard, deep and fast.’

He laughed. A
belly deep, thunderous laugh that resonated off the walls of the
office and quickly died away, and then he stood up and came round
the table to sit next to me on the couch. At the sight of his big
penis, my heart raced. It really was a remarkably big organ.

He placed his
hand on my thigh and stroked me, sending an electric current
shooting up my spine. His hand went deeper between my thighs and
grabbed my pussy. He inserted a finger into my hole and I gasped.
God! It was wonderful. His fingers found my clit and he stroked it.
I fell against him and kissed him full in the mouth. If he was
surprised then fuck him; I’ve never had a man finger fuck me and I
don’t become intimate with him. While still kissing him, I grabbed
his massive cock in my hand and gasped at the sheer strength of the
thing.

I unlocked my
lips from his and stared in wonder at the beastly serpent in my
hand. It had a big head, like the fist of a baby, and it was very
wide in circumference, slightly hooked inwardly. It had prominent
veins running all over its length, and it was a very dark tube of
muscle, presently throbbing hungrily and menacingly. I stroked its
shiny head and felt the juices of his lust shoot out of its eye. I
rubbed his liquid all over his head and stroked it with my fingers.
He moaned excitedly and shoved his middle finger deeper into my
pussy. I encircled my fingers around his gigantic rod and stroked
him. It felt like a big bamboo stick in my hand.

He got up and
impatiently took off his pants. He stood tall over me, his big
black dick strongly erect. Staring at it, I felt all of a sudden
weak at the knees. Steven Hensley grabbed his big black phallus in
his hand and came back closer to me, directing it at my face.

‘Take it,
baby…take it and show it some love. It loves ya; show it you love
it back.’

I took him in
my mouth and began to stroke him with my lips and tongue.

‘Yeah, that’s
it, spit at it, baby,’ he urged, stroking my hair. ‘Make it wet,
baby, make it wet and show it you care.’

I did as
commanded, wetting him with a generous supply of saliva and sucking
hard on his big head. He hiked his left foot to rest beside me on
the couch, and I grabbed his balls in my left hand and stroked them
as I sucked on his cock.

He lowered his
hands down to my chest and grabbed my breasts, stroking them.
‘Yeah,’ he said with a moan of excitement. ‘That’s it right there.
Stroke that shit like an expert. Oh I love the way you do your
shit, girl…You’re a muthafuckin’ expert cocksucker…Keep slurping on
my dick and show it who’s the boss…Ah! Oh yeah…Bitch you got no
respect for my dick…You got no fuckin’ respect for my dick. Come
here, I’mma show you who’s the boss…’

He got down to
his knees and pushed up my skirt, exposing my pearl for his
delight. He looked at my eyes and smiled. ‘You smell
wonderful.’

He parted my
legs and then placed both his hands under my buttocks, cupping
them. He descended with his mouth upon my fruit, taking it in his
mouth and stroking it with his lips and tongue.

‘Jesus! Girl,
you got a big clit!’

I wasn’t
surprised. That was the usual reaction I got from people when they
first saw my larger than normal clit. It protruded about two inches
outside my labia, and was a great turn on for some people I had had
the pleasure – or displeasure – of fucking with. Taraje loved it. I
wondered if Steven Hensley liked it.

I wasn’t about
to get an answer from him now, though. He grunted wildly and took
it in between his lips. He stroked it with his tongue and sucked
hard on it until I felt myself begin to cum. I writhed my legs
helplessly but Steven held firm to my ass, burying his mouth deeper
into my pussy and giving me exquisite pleasure with his mouth.

I stroked his
hair, took his ears in my hands and stroked them.

He slid his
mouth down the crack of my ass and licked me down there, making
circles around my anal hole with the tip of his tongue and sending
me to higher levels of ecstasy. His mouth came back to cup my
pussy, while his hands left my ass and came to my chest to cup my
tits. He squeezed my nipples in between his fingers as he nibbled
at my pussy lips and explored the insides of my canal with his
tongue.