In The Company of Billionaires - Part 1 (5 page)

It was
comforting to know that the mother knew that her son was a sexually
rampant pig, but it was discomforting to sit there with her knowing
that I’d recently fucked with her husband...

‘It’s a Friday,
let’s enjoy life like we’re supposed to,’ Veronica was saying.
‘Today’s ladies night. Just you and me, baby, having fun, with no
dicks to disturb us...’

I wondered how
much Veronica had had to drink prior to meeting me today. At the
same time I felt a tinge of compassion for her. The woman spent her
life holed up in that mansion of hers without much to do. Because
I’ve never been rich, I’d never imagined or asked myself what it is
that rich people do with their time. Because we don’t have money,
most of us spend our time chasing money so much that we don’t
really have time to enjoy ourselves. We imagine wealthy people to
be living fabulous lives. And then it comes as a shock when you
discover that this person sitting next to you has everything she
could ever want in life, yet she has moments of loneliness and
unhappiness.

‘My husband and
I were high school sweethearts. When you think about it, it really
is hard to believe that we’ve been together this long. By any form
of reasoning, we should be divorced by now...I mean, my husband has
become so successful that he has the money to fuck any pussy he
wants, bar none. But he has chosen to stick with me...’

I wondered
about that. I had really devoted some of my precious time to
thinking about why anyone would want to fuck the same pussy or dick
for close to twenty years.

‘...because he
knows that in reality all these other whores only want his money. I
met him before he was this Wallstreet superstar, and he knows my
love for him is genuine and unconditional. I know he’s got a big
dick and wants to fuck every hole that he meets, but he loves me in
his own special way, and we have managed to keep our marriage
intact by embracing our deviances than rejecting them, and by being
sexually adventurous.’

She poured
herself the champagne and I gulped down mine and took the bottle
from her hand to refill my glass.

She took a
generous sip of her drink and said, ‘We fuck with other people, but
there’s a standing rule in our marriage that we aren’t supposed to
fuck other people in the absence of one of the marriage
partners.’

I wanted to
laugh, but decided against it because I wouldn’t have been able to
tell her that where human urges were involved the rulebook was a
futile effort.

‘But as long as
one doesn’t get caught, rules are meant to be broken,’ Veronica
said with a sly smile as if she had read my thoughts. ‘And seeing
as today’s our ladies’ night out, you and I will engage in a
delicious ménage à trois with my Chinese masseuse. She has talented
limbs that will set your body on fire and make you cum countless
times. Sometimes, Liu is better than any cock you can find.’

The spa was
located on a building on Fifth Avenue. Some minion working for
Veronica had set the 3-hour appointment with the spa, and we would
each receive a full body massage and an infrared sauna session as
well as facials, manicures and pedicures.

We took the
elevator to the 9th floor and when we arrived we were given robes,
slippers and shown lockers in which to place our belongings. The
rooms were private, comfortable and clean.

We started with
the sauna, where Veronica lit a joint of weed that we shared as we
listened to the smooth, soothing music while our bodies detoxed
through sweating. Afterwards we went to our private room for the
massages. Veronica’s trusted masseuse, Liu, was waiting eagerly for
us with an accomplice whose name was not revealed to us. Veronica
and I lay down on side by side platforms. Veronica was attended to
by her trusted Liu, while the other Chinese lady descended on my
naked body with her hands, de-stressing my muscles and toning down
my body.

I heard
Veronica’s soft moans just at the same time as I felt a delightful
sensation at the base of my buttocks, and realized that my masseuse
was stroking me with her tongue in between my buttocks. Her tongue
found my anal ring and stroked furiously. I felt fingers at my
pussy, caressing and exploring until I felt my juices start to flow
out of me. She urged me around and I rolled to my back on the deck.
Next to me, Veronica was having her pussy eaten by Liu, and she was
moaning helplessly with excitement.

My masseuse
climbed onto me and straddled my crotch. She lowered her head down
and took my tits alternately in her mouth, sucking gently and
stroking me with her tongue and lips. While she gave me pleasure
with her mouth, her hands were stroking and caressing my thighs.
Her right hand snaked its way in between my thighs and explored my
vagina. Her fingers found my clit and expertly stroked it until I
jerked upright as a wave of climax hit me. She pushed me back down
and smiled at me.

The small woman
slid with amazing agility down my body and covered my pussy with
her mouth. She wet my anus with her saliva and then inserted two
fingers into it as she took my clit in between her lips and sucked
hard. She pushed her fingers in and out of my asshole while sucking
my clit until I felt a monumental orgasm approach. When I came I
screamed in delight and grabbed the woman’s hair. It was a glorious
orgasm!

The Son

My student
preferred to be called Fort. He was a keen learner, though
restless. I was given a room to use whenever I felt like it at the
Hensley mansion. I was told that sometimes I would find it useful
to sleep over if I got engaged with Fort’s learning in the later
hours of the day. As it turned out, Fort was in the habit of
getting himself lost in sports or whatever other activities he
found more interesting than Math after school that he usually found
time for me towards or after sunset, so I found myself becoming a
regular occupant of the room that had been assigned to me in the
Hensley mansion.

Fort had a
custom-built private study that, in addition to a big reading desk,
had a couch for relaxing and a refreshments bar that was well
stocked with all sorts of drinks and snacks. This was where we
usually met for our lessons. One Wednesday evening, I was with
Fort, teaching him the fundamentals of trigonometry when I received
a call on my iPhone from the boss.

‘Where are
you?’ he asked when I answered the phone.

‘I’m in the
study with Fort.’

‘Let me disturb
you for a sec…Come to the Games Room.’

I left Fort
with some mathematical problems to solve and went in search of the
Games Room. Contained in the big Hensley mansion was a large room
that had gaming machines and a pool table.

I found Mr.
Hensley sitting on the red leather couch that was the only one in
the impressively designed gaming room. ‘Close the door and walk
over there to the pool table,’ he commanded when I entered.

I did as
told.

‘Lower your
pants and bend down on the pool table.’

A childish
thrill coursed through my body as the anticipation of a sexual
round with his majestic cock built up in me. The last time he had
fucked me I had touched the sky, and in the past few days I had
thought of nothing but the power of his dick inside my body.

I turned round
from him, quickly unzipped my Gucci jeans and pushed them down to
my knees. Then I lay my chest flat against the top surface of the
pool table and jutted back my ass at the boss. His wife had left
earlier for tennis practice at the country club. It felt thrilling
to be stealing a fuck with the boss in his own house, where he
could once again be caught by his wife.

He came over to
me and placed his hands on my ass. He stroked my butt and then
fished my thong from in between my buttocks and pushed it side.
Then he went down on his knees before my proffered butt and I felt
his lips nibbling at my pussy. He parted my ass wide with his
strong hands and then dipped his tongue in between my buttocks,
licking and wetting my pussy. I felt myself beginning to cum.

He got up
quickly and I heard the sound of him unzipping his fly. His hands
parted my buttocks and then I felt that delicious cock slide into
my vagina. He grabbed my waist with both hands and slammed himself
hard and fast into me. I couldn’t help but let out shrieks of
delight as his dick stroked my clit savagely. Steven Hensley’s cock
was crooked, and curved upward, such that when he was entering me
from behind, the bottom convex curve of his cock rubbed against my
clit.

In a few short
minutes I heard him grunt like a boar and he jammed himself into
me. His body went still and his hands tightened their grip on me.
Then after a minute he released me and pulled himself out of my
hole.

I sighed
wearily. He had not made me come. I had thought he would insert his
big rod into my ass and punish me with it. The last time we had
anal I felt myself climaxing through my ass, and it was like a
ghost was released from me and I felt lighter and flew to the
heavens above…

I pulled up my
jeans and left the room.

When I got back
to the study, Fort looked up and stared at me with a mischievous
smile on his face. I had an unsettling premonition that he was up
to no good.

It didn’t take
me long to find out. ‘I knew you were a sex freak. I wondered about
you for some time, but now I got my questions answered,’ said the
kid.

I frowned at
him and began to ask, ‘Wha—?’

He cut me
short. ‘Don’t worry, the smell of pussy and cum suits you
perfectly. You smell so intense you’ve given me a hard right
now…’

Jesus Christ in
heaven!

‘I filmed you
with my phone moments ago when Dad fucked you,’ he said with an
amused smile on his loathsome face. The brat! ‘I want a taste of
your pussy too, while its still warm and wet with my Dad’s
cum.’

Shit! Was I
this bad when I was 17?

‘You know, I’ve
actually tracked down some hookers Dad’s fucked, to see how they
measure up or how I measure up…whatever…but this is the first time
that I’ve actually seen him fucking a bitch, and—.’

I slapped him
hard.

He stared at
me, shock written on his face.

I got up and
turned towards the door.

‘I’ve got you
on video, Irena,’ he said triumphantly behind me. ‘It’s gonna be
online very soon unless you give me your pussy.’

I turned back
and stared wildly at him. ‘You wouldn’t dare.’

‘Try me,’ he
said with an evil smile.

‘Your father’s
on that video too.’

‘I’ll edit it
and blur his face…whatever…but be sure that yours’ll feature
prominently for the world to see,’ he said smugly with a creepy
smile on his face.

All of a sudden
the face that I had thought was cute had turned ugly and
unattractive. I wanted to grab him by the balls and toss him out of
the window, but reason won me over and I forced myself to calm
down.

I weighed the
consequences of both scenarios. Fuck with the boy and get away with
it, or let him release the video online. While being viewed by
anonymous people the world over being fucked by a well-endowed man
wouldn’t hurt me personally, it would hurt me professionally. A
recent college graduate who’s looking for better employment
prospects can ill-afford to have a sex tape on her résumé. The more
I thought about it the angrier I became that this boy had me right
where he wanted me.

Shit!

‘Okay,’ I said,
fighting my anger and moving closer to him. ‘Let me give you a
blowjob and we delete the video.’

‘No,’ he shook
his head. ‘In this mood, you might just chop my dick off with your
teeth. Get down on your knees on the couch and I’ll bang you from
behind.

I didn’t
respond. Just unfastened my jeans and pulled them down to my knees.
Eagerly, Fort unzipped his pants and whipped out his penis. He had
a big cock like his father, but where his father’s was crooked, his
was straight as a pole, and it tapered from a thick base to a
thinner front and a smaller head than the rest of the tube. It was
throbbing fiercely.

He took it in
his right hand and stroked it. ‘Let’s see who you like better, me
or him,’ he said with a laugh at his own joke.

I didn’t find
it funny. ‘Give me the phone,’ I said.

He complied. I
scrolled through the videos and deleted the one that had put me in
this tight spot. Then I lowered my pants and went down on my knees
on the sofa and backed my ass up to the son of Mr. and Mrs. Hensley
to fuck me doggy-style to his satisfaction.

Shit!

The Yacht

One of Steven
Hensley’s favorite toys was a 210-foot yacht. I got to see it
during the 4th of July weekend, when he took me to New York Harbor
as his guest at a white-themed party on the yacht. Several friends
of his were there at the party on the yacht.

Veronica had
flown by her husband’s private jet to be with her family in
California. On this day, Steven Hensley decided to drive his
rarely-driven Bugatti Veyron. I sat there beside him in the car as
his guest for the party at his own boat.

‘Exactly what
is a white-themed party?’ I mean, excuse me, but I’ve never been to
one of these things.

‘Once in a
while my boys and I get together with our bitches and we have fun
on the yacht. Everybody is supposed to wear white. And the ladies
are supposed to walk around in white bikinis.’

‘But I don’t
have—.’

‘Don’t worry,
you’re covered. You’ll find anything you need on the yacht.’

‘How do you
know it’s gonna fit me?’

He threw a
glance at me and smiled. ‘Don’t worry your pretty head. I’ve got
dough. I’ve got people working for me who know things. One look at
you and they can tell what size you wear, from your G-string to
your shoe…everything. When you’ve got money you get to make people
do the hard things for you, so that you have a smooth ride of
life.’ He laughed unexpectedly. ‘Welcome to the world, baby.’