In The Company of Billionaires - Part 1 (7 page)

I felt the
snake force itself into my anus and go all the way in. He grabbed
my waist with both hands and pulled out. It was like a suction pipe
had been removed. I gasped. He shoved himself back in and I
screamed in both pain and delight. He slapped my ass hard with an
open hand and the pain coursed through my body and left me yearning
for more. I parted my legs, but he soon slapped them together,
parting my buttocks with his hands as he held me there with his
dick all up in my ass. I danced my pelvis back and forth.

‘That’s it,
baby, twerk it like that...yeah, you’re beautiful,’ he encouraged
as he slowly stroked my insides with his long erection. ‘You’re
just super beautiful. Look at the way you’ve got your ass hugging
my dick...And sweet Jesus your shit is tight...you’re just fucking
wonderful...’

I reached back
underneath me and grabbed his balls. I stroked his testicles
furiously, driving him to cum. I heard his noisy moans and caressed
him a little more. He quickly pulled himself out of my cunt,
delaying his orgasm.

I turned around
and sucked his dick and wet it with some saliva. I felt it
throbbing wildly as I held it in my right hand. I pushed it flat
against his belly and took his balls in my mouth, playing with them
while I caressed the head of his marvelous cock. I masturbated him
and felt his massive dick tense as a torrent of cum shot out of it.
I covered his dickhead with my mouth and drank his cum. I looked up
at him, his dick halfway in my mouth.

He stroked my
hair gently and laughed. ‘Girl, you’re nasty...you’re a nasty
bitch...’

I fell back on
the bed and spread my legs open. ‘Come, baby, I’m yours for the
taking.’

He balanced
himself with his hands planted on either side of me on the bed. I
grabbed his cock and inserted it into my ass. He rammed himself
into me and I cried out aloud. My screams seemed to drive him
wilder. He thrust deeper and faster into me until I pushed him off
me.

I sat up and
dedicated a long time to massaging his penis with my hands. Then I
lay back on the bed and urged him onto me. He shoved his dick up my
ass but I pulled him out and inserted him into my vagina. I danced
with him for a while on the bed, our pelvises locked together in
harmony. When he came, he crushed my body to his and held firmly to
me like we were dying together as his body shook violently with
orgasm.

I felt his
erection slacken inside me until it became soft. With a triumphant
smile, I kissed him on the lips. ‘I tamed the beast.’

He couldn't
help but laugh.

‘I love you,’ I
said to him.

He let go of me
all of a sudden and jumped off the bed. He picked up his pants and
pulled them on. ‘Clean yourself. The party is not over yet,’ he
said and left the cabin.

I think his
callous attitude hurt me more than his refusal to acknowledge my
words of love to him.

The Break-up

My philosophy
all long in my life had been that life was too short to depend on
one person for sex. Hence, I lived life on the edge, fucking
anything that was interested in my body, and fucking with bodies I
was interested in that were also interested in being explored by
Irena Thompson. I had never really thought much about love, except
in the context of my immediate family. They were there for me, and
I was there for them.

I’ve heard it
said somewhere that love hits you when you least expect it.
Recently I’d met the billionaire Steven Hensley, and while I didn’t
really give a fuck about his money, I was enthralled by his
humongous dick and also the things he could do to my body with it.
After getting sufficiently addicted to it, somehow I discovered to
my horror that my heart was responding in the wrong way to the man
too. “Wrong” is meant to denote here that I was falling in love
with the guy, and that is not the way Irena Fuckin’ Thompson
operates.

While I don’t
necessarily regard myself as a role model for anybody’s daughter, I
do however strangely believe in the sanctity of marriage. It’s a
bit of a tricky situation, really, because even though I will fuck
with a married guy, I cannot accept my heart falling for him. That
is a big NO-NO. Once that happens it’s time to go, Irena, no
questions asked.

On Friday the
5th of July Steven and I spent the night together, but I was too
drunk to recall the activities of that night, but the next morning
I woke up to discover that we were no longer on the yacht but at
the Hensley mansion. I was in bed with him, and he was still
asleep. Both of us were naked. I crept out of bed and left the
Hensleys’ bedroom suite and went to my assigned quarters. Without
bothering to bath, I changed into some black slacks and a green
T-shirt. I packed my few belongings into a bag and made my way out
of the Hensley mansion.

I couldn’t risk
calling a cab and waiting for it. Steven might wake up while I was
still waiting for the cab. The plan was for him to find me gone
when he woke up.

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Part 1
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