In The Company of Billionaires - Part 1

by Ashley Rivers

  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 a
nd 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.’

  When we got to the yacht, we found many people there, about fifteen guys, and a bevy of beautiful ladies in all sorts of white bikinis. The girls looked like they were straight off the pages of a men’s magazine.

  Steve was kind enough to give me a heads-up. ‘Most of these guys here are married. To relieve the stresses of their daily lives, I had my man source the best hookers he could find, so don’t be surprised if they mistake you for a hooker too.’

  ‘Should I feel happy or disappointed if I’m mistaken for a hooker?’

  He just laughed and didn’t answer that one. ‘Come this way. You gotta change. You’re too overdressed.’

  He was dressed in a white pair of flannel trousers and a short-sleeved shirt with two black lines running parallel down the sides of the shirt. He led me downstairs to his private cabin, where my bikini was on a bed inside a white Chanel shopping bag.

  He squeezed my ass and smiled at me. ‘I’ll be on deck.’

  I searched inside the Chanel bag and found my two piece thong bikini. It fit me perfectly as if it had been created for my body. I don’t think I caused any earth tremors when I stepped out on deck. There were far too many beautiful bodies on the yacht for mine to stand out. I’ve got a great body, that I know, to the extent that some people that know me have asked why I didn’t become a model – those people belong to my close family, but it counts, right? Anyway, these bitches out here had such gorgeous body structures I felt more than a tinge of jealousy.

  Two butlers were at hand to provide us with snacks and drinks. There was Grey Goose vodka, Kristal and Krug champagne in copious amounts. I decided to indulge in the Cristal, and stood by the rail, my eyes looking around for the man responsible for my presence here. Irena Thompson, on a luxury yacht with Wall Street tycoons and their hookers. Girl, how do you get yourself into these situations?

  Feeling somewhat out of place, I decided my best form of defense would be to get myself stupidly drunk. That decision was fast-tracked by the discovery that Steven Hensley had decided he liked two blonde bitches more than me. He was involved in an animated conversation with both of them at the same time. For all my liberal thoughts on sex, I couldn’t help feeling jealous because in the selfish world called Irenaland a guy doesn’t come with you to a party, making you feel special, and then completely forgets you at the said party and instead gets attracted to women who are paid for fucking.

  Feeling disgusted, I turned around and faced the water, admiring the beautiful skyline of Manhattan in the distance. The view was so beautiful it reminded me why I had left the west coast to chase my dreams in New York. So far, those dreams had come to naught…

  ‘Hi,’ said a deep, manly voice beside me.

  I turned and came face to face with the most handsome man I’d seen in a long time. He had thick wavy black hair all over his head, and he had this strong, magnetic gaze as if he was looking into my soul. He was smiling beautifully at me and I was forced to smile back.

  ‘I’m Ryan,’ he told me, handing me a glass with some champagne in it. ‘I noticed your glass is empty.’

  ‘Thank you.’ I took the drink and he took the empty one from me and handed it to a passing butler.

  ‘You look like a Kate,’ he said, his smile widening.

  ‘No,’ I laughed. ‘I’m Irena.’

  ‘Beautiful name.’

  He was full of shit, of course, but I enjoyed talking to him because he was the kind of guy who made you believe his shit. For selfish reasons, I glanced over at Steven and his blonde bitches and caught him staring at me. I looked away from the bastard and intentionally concentrated my attention on Ryan.

  He gave me that infectious smile of his again. ‘I got a confession to make.’

  I smiled back at him silently and stared at him curiously, taking a generous sip of my drink. The champagne was heavenly, and I had caught the attention of a hot guy. I was beginning t
o enjoy this party. Thank you Steven Hensley for bringing me to your party and then dumping me.

  ‘I’m deeply attracted to you,’ said Ryan. ‘I was really drawn to you from the first moment I saw you. It was like there was this powerful force pulling me to your body, saying “Ryan, you can’t let this one go…you just can’t let this one go…”’

  I burst out laughing. Like I said, a bullshitter.

  He closed the gap between us and stood in front of me. He placed his right hand with palm flat against my belly and his fingers traced the top of my bikini thong. His eyes searched out mine. ‘You’re beautiful.’

  I couldn’t help but blush. That’s the power of bullshitters. They’re so good at bullshitting you find yourself believing them, even though you know they’re basically full of shit.

  His hand moved around my waist to my behind and he grabbed my ass. A crazy lust started at my loins and I found myself blushing even more fiercely. I gulped down the rest of my drink noisily. And while the glass was still at my lips things too fast to comprehend unfolded.

  Suffice to say I caught a glimpse of Steven Hensley shoving Ryan aside and Ryan almost fell, pulling me down with him, but I was caught in the strong hands of that brute Steven Hensley.

  ‘What the fuck?’ Ryan took the words directly from my mouth.

  ‘You don’t get too intimate with this girl, Ryan. She’s off bounds.’

  Ryan stared incredulously at Steve. ‘You gotta be kidding me. She’s just a whore like the rest of them.

  And I thought we had something wonderful building up between us, asshole. ‘Let go of me, Steve.’

  I struggled out of his hands but he held me firmly in his arms, not wanting to release me. I checked his face and noticed how annoyed he was. It thrilled me that he was jealous of some other guy trying to get into my cunt.