by Honey Taylor
The billionaire’s groan sounded almost like a roar as he felt his cock tense at the point of release and he fucked his full length deep inside the teen girl’s wet pussy. The sudden stream of cum brought out a moan from Brittany also and she shuddered as the cock jerked hard inside her. Mr. Cooper tried to push deeper as the torrent of cum flooded from him and filled teen pussy. As his climax faded, he started to thrust his cock into the wet hole again to milk his balls dry and didn’t stop until the softening of his erection made it impossible. He finally pulled back and watched as the white started to seep out of Brittany and slide down her thighs.
“Let me go,” she moaned, her body feeling tired from kneeling in position for so long and taking the billionaire’s abuse.
“How about another twenty percent,” he teased.
“No…,” she groaned. “I want to go home.” The billionaire grinned as he worked around the table releasing the straps. Brittany grabbed the belt from around her neck and threw it on the floor. She took hold of her panties and jeans and pulled them up, forced her breasts back into the bra cups and tugged her t-shirt down.
“You don’t want a shower this time?” Mr. Cooper asked.
“I’ll have one when I get home,” she said, walking over to the door. She looked back at the billionaire. “Well?” she said. “I can’t walk through locked doors.” He picked the key from his trouser pocket and threw it across the room to the teen girl. Brittany unlocked the door and opened it.
“Give me a call if you want to help your father more,” Mr. Cooper said. It was the same line he used when she walked out the room at the Beverly hotel. At that time she never expected to go back for more, but as she turned back to look at the billionaire this time she grinned.
“I’ve got your number,” she said. “You’ll just have to wait and see if I call.”
“You’ll call,’ he shouted as she closed the door. The grin on Brittany’s face widened. She couldn’t deny he was right and knew that it wouldn’t be too long before she heard his voice on the phone again.
Jet Set Love (Used by the Billionaire)
Candice narrowed her eyes under the glare of the artificial light. Getting ready at three o’clock in the morning was not something that was on her list of likes, but it wasn’t as if she got a choice in the matter. She enjoyed working for AEA Jets, the luxury charter company offering a flight service to millionaires and billionaires which allowed them to travel to any location on the planet. For a price that was and the price was high enough that Candice was well paid and spent her working life in fairly luxurious surroundings. She knew well enough that it wasn’t all glamour though, at least not for her, and the work could be exhausting. The 3.00 am starts were evidence of that and as she gazed in the mirror trying to apply eye shadow, Candice cursed silently under her breath. She was still half asleep, which made putting on makeup all the more difficult, but she persevered until she got the look right. Grabbing a brush she worked it through her hair and then tied her long blonde tresses up. It made life easier if her hair didn’t get in the way and the style was easier to maintain on a long flight.
When she was finally satisfied with her appearance, she stepped away from the mirror and dressed. The smart blue and red uniform accentuated her slim figure and she knew it looked good on her. She got plenty of compliments to that effect from the customers that used the jets, but generally smiled sweetly, said thanks and then brushed them off as no more than the sweet talk of billionaires. Moving to the kitchen, she made herself a cup of coffee and the caffeine hit helped to bring her fully awake. The flight wasn’t due to leave until 8.30 am, but the company liked their operatives to arrive at the airport and be available long before that. The rich and well heeled could be impatient and impetuous and didn’t want to be kept waiting if they turned up early for a flight. Candice looked at her watch and saw that it was fifteen minutes after three. She wasn’t expected at the airport until four and chose to live in an apartment close enough that it was only a ten minute taxi ride for her to get there. Her regular cab ride wasn’t due for another twenty minutes or so and she sat back to enjoy her coffee. When the time hit 3.30, Candice finally got up and put on her jacket. Her overnight bag was packed and waiting in the hallway and after a quick trip around her apartment to make sure that everything was in order, she grabbed it and made her way to the elevator. The ride down to the lobby was quick and she saw the cab pull up outside the front doors only a couple of minutes later. She stepped outside into the cool night air, opened the door and got into the back of the vehicle.
“Hey Mike,” she greeted the driver.
He looked in the rearview mirror and smiled. “I’m fifty six you know,” he teased. “These early morning starts aren’t good for my health.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Candice replied with a grin. “The last time you complained that they were ruining your love life. What will it be next time?”
“Hey less of the cheek,” he continued teasing. “Didn’t your mother teach you about respecting your elders?”
“She did,” laughed Candice. “I also seem to remember she warned me to be wary of crazy cab drivers.”
“Well you should be careful not to meet any then,” he shot back.
Candice laughed louder. “I think I already have.” The cab pulled away from the curb and for a few minutes she looked out the window at the lights of the passing city.
“So where are you off to this time?” Mike asked, breaking into her concentration.
“It’s a long one today,” she answered. “I’m going to see the sights of Hong Kong.”
The cab driver let out a low whistle. “You sure get to see some of the world,” he said.
“Yeah, but like I told you before it’s all in a bit of a whirlwind,” she replied. “The turnaround time for flights is generally fairly short so we see the sights in a rush if we have time and then it’s back home again.”
“Ah…, the jet set life,” Mike teased. “When I’m a millionaire I think I’ll take in the sights of Europe.”
“I didn’t realize cab driving was that well paid,” laughed Candice.
“Oh yeah,” he said “It’s the tips I get that help.”
“Is that a hint?” she asked.
“Now would I be that obvious,” Mike laughed, but fell silent to concentrate on the highway and Candice returned her attention to the passing city. She could see the lights of the airport in the distance and with little traffic about at such an early hour they quickly approached it. When the cab finally drew to a halt, she looked at her watch and saw that it was ten minutes before four. “Perfect timing as always,” she said as she handed over the money.
“Thanks miss.” The cab driver tipped an imaginary hat in her direction and she smiled back at him.
“Have a nice day,” Candice said as she closed the door of the vehicle and turned to walk inside the large building. Unlike the roads, the airport was fairly busy and Candice marveled at the number of people already milling around. She strode quickly to the offices of AEA Jets, keying the number into the security pad at the door and moving inside as the lock opened. She walked along to the room with her desk and discarded her bag and jacket. Moving to the briefing room, she already found her boss, the pilot and co-pilot waiting for her.
“Last as usual,” her boss, Harry said.
Candice looked at her watch and saw it was still before four o’clock. “But on time,” she shot back.
Harry grinned as he checked his watch. “Yup,” he conceded, “but on time as usual also.” Candice nodded towards the pilot and co-pilot and grabbed a seat to listen to the quick briefing about the job.
“OK,” started Harry. “The job today involves a new client.” He reached out a hand to press a key on the laptop computer in front of him and turned to look at the screen on the wall behind. “That is Marcus Bellingham, owner of Bellingham Industries.”
Candice looked at the face of the handsome man being projected on the screen. The dark hair and eyes gave h
im a brooding look and this was accentuated by the unsmiling expression. She’d heard the name before, but knew little about the man other than that he and his company were worth a fortune.
“Mr. Bellingham is traveling to Hong Kong for a series of business meetings as far as I have been told. His return flight isn’t for a couple of weeks so you will drop him off at the international airport where he will be met by his people. You’ll return without a passenger, but Mr. Bellingham had paid to make it worth our while to make the trip. From the information we have about him, the man is polite and well mannered…, as long as everything is to his liking.” Harry leaned forward and handed a sheet of paper to Candice. “That’s his likes and dislikes, so make sure you know them before you get on the plane. It’s a simple trip that shouldn’t give you any problems and hopefully will bring on board another client that will make regular use of us. If you have any questions, speak up now.”
“What’s his time keeping like?” the pilot asked.
Harry grinned. “He’s a billionaire so your guess is as good as mine. As you are well aware they work to their own schedule, but his people already contacted me this morning to make sure everything is in order and said he is on his way. I expect him to be here on time so you need to be ready for him.”
“Good,” the pilot laughed. “I hate when these billionaires keep us waiting.”
“Is he traveling alone?” asked Candice.
“Yup,” answered Harry. “It will just be him on the flight, so you can give your undivided attention to make sure everything is perfect for him. Like I say, we would like him to be a regular guest so want to pull out all the stops to make sure he is.”
Candice nodded and when no more questions were forthcoming Harry broke up the meeting. As the pilots went out to start their pre-flight checks, Candice looked through the list of likes and dislikes. It seemed fairly straightforward and she went to make sure that everything was ready to be loaded on the flight. When the pilots finished their checks, the ground staff worked to get the food, drink and other items on board as quickly as possible and Candice did a final check when they were finished. Everything seemed to be in order and she sat down to relax and wait for the arrival of the guest. It was just after 7.30 when they got the nod from their boss that Mr. Bellingham was at the airport. Candice put her jacket on and went to the restroom to have a quick look at her appearance. She was back at the door of the plane before Harry walked up the steps of the jet and introduced Mr. Bellingham to the pilots. He then moved to her.
“This is Candice,” Harry started. “She’s here to make sure you are comfortable for the duration of the flight and will tend to your needs.”
The flicker of a smile crossed the brooding good looks. It was there and gone in an instant, but Candice caught sight of it. She held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you sir,” she said. “If there is anything you need, just ask.” The smile was broader this time and remained on the billionaire’s face and he seemed to hold her hand a fraction longer than was really necessary.
“Thanks,” he said. “It’s nice to know I am in capable hands.” He finally let go and turned his attention back to her boss.
“I’ll leave you with Candice,” Harry finished. “She’ll show you to your seat and settle you in for the flight. Have a good trip.” He went to have a brief word with the pilot and then disappeared back down the stairs to the tarmac.
“If you just follow me sir,” Candice said and was sure she saw the flicker of a smile pass over his lips again.
“Call me Marcus,” the billionaire said.
Candice thought of the sheet of paper she’d been given. Point number one at the top of the dislikes was that he didn’t like being called by his first name and preferred Mr. Bellingham or sir. It seemed that somebody made a mistake in compiling the list and she wondered if any of the rest of it was correct. She decided to discard what she learned about the man from the sheet of paper and just go with her instincts. She’d met enough wealthy clients during her time in the job to have an idea of their preferences. Candice smiled. “Sure,” she replied. “Whatever you prefer Marcus.” They made their way into the interior of the plane. “This is your seat,” she said. “Would you like me to hang up your jacket?” He took it off and handed it over. The jacket had disguised his muscular frame to an extent, but Candice could make out his impressive physique through the shirt. She took the jacket and placed it on a hanger in a wardrobe compartment then made her way back to Marcus. He was already seated and strapped in and she pointed out the various facilities to him. The plane was set up more like an office than anything else as most of the clients wanted to work and keep in touch with what was happening as they traveled. “Is there anything you need before we leave?” she asked finally. The flicker of a smile passed over his lips again, but the billionaire said nothing as he shook his head.
Candice made her way back to the front of the plane and knocked on the cockpit door. “The client is settled in and we are all set,” she said when it opened. The co-pilot went to close the outer door and then returned to the cockpit. Before long the plane was moving smoothly towards the runway and the pilot’s voice came over the intercom system.
“We’ve been give the all clear by the control tower,” he started. “Just sit back and relax and we’ll be on our way in minutes.” Candice did a last minute check that Marcus was comfortable and strapped in and then went to her own seat at the front of the aircraft. She fastened her seatbelt just before the plane gathered speed as it hurtled down the runway. Candice gripped the edge of her seat hard. Even after so many flights, the nervousness of taking off still took hold, but as the plane smoothly left the ground and soared up towards its cruising altitude she relaxed and got herself ready for the job at hand.
When the pilot gave her the green light, she quickly stood and put an apron over her uniform. When she moved into the interior of the aircraft she saw that the billionaire already seemed to be hard at work, his attention focused intensely on the papers in front of him. She moved to stand beside the seat and was struck by just how handsome he was when he looked up at her. The picture on the screen during the briefing didn’t do him justice, she thought
“Sorry to disturb you,” she said, shaking off the thought as she handed over a small pamphlet. “That’s a list of the food and drink available so if there is anything you need just let me know.”
“OK,” he said and put the pamphlet down. “For the moment I’ll just have a black coffee, no sugar.”
“Sure,” Candice replied and moved away to get the drink. She was quick to return, seeing that Mr. Bellingham was still concentrating on the papers he was reading. She waited until she caught his attention and handed over the coffee.
“Sit down” he said as he took a sip, indicating the seat opposite him.
“Oh…, I don’t want to disturb your concentration when you are working,” Candice replied.
The smile returned to his lips. “You won’t be,” he went on. “This flight takes…, what? Around 17 hours?” he asked. Candice nodded her head. “I don’t plan to spend the whole time working,” Marcus continued. “So some company would be nice.”
“OK,” she agreed and sat. She pulled the hem of her skirt down and when she looked up saw that the billionaire’s gaze was taking in her legs. He didn’t seem embarrassed at being caught and made no effort to look away. Candice had met enough billionaires during her working life to not be particularly overawed by them, but as Marcus’s gaze lingered on the hem of her skirt she felt a growing nervousness. He finally looked up at her face.
“So, how long have you been working for AEA Jets?” he asked.
“It’s been around three years now,” she replied.
“That’s a lot of billionaires,” he went on.
Candice laughed. “I guess so. I’ve met a few.”
“And none have snapped you up,” he said. “That’s hard to believe.”
She felt her nervousness grow at the intense gaze directed at
her and wasn’t sure if he was teasing her or being serious. “No…,” she finally replied. “I guess I’m not their type.”