Four Billionaires for St. Patrick's Day

by Sierra Sparks

  “Can I hang this in the bar?” I asked.

  “You really like it?” he asked. “You’re not just saying that?”

  “No, I really like it. I can see you in this,” I said. “It’s like it’s part of you. When I look at it, I would always think of you.”

  “Then, by all means, take it. It’s yours,” he said.

  “Thanks, babe.”

  I kissed him. He tasted of whiskey.

  “Thanks Pierre!” I heard in the other room.

  We went back into the bedroom, Travis had called down to Jax’s chef for food. He had sandwiches and salads and drinks. There was also a tray of raw oysters. It looked really nice.

  “Wow, your guy is like a pro level chef,” I said. “You keep raw seafood available for snacks, huh?”

  “I figured we might need an extra pick me up,” laughed Jax.

  “You’d better get ready for round two,” I said. “I was going easy on you for the first time.”

  We indulged in food for about twenty minutes. The conversation was light and fun. Even Kenner seemed to be at ease. The awkwardness he seemed to present was totally gone. Brax’s stiffness was now looser too. He was still a confident gentlemen, but also relaxed.

  As we made our was through dessert, Jax discovered a bowl of fresh whipped cream for the strawberries.

  “Uh, oh,” he smiled. “I think I know what we can do with this.”

  It was time to start again and I rushed to the bed and threw myself down. I kicked off my shoes now. I wanted to be completely naked and totally free of clothes. The guys each dipped their hands in the whipped cream and started rubbing it all over my body. The cool sensation felt nice against my skin after all the hot sex before.

  Jax took two fingers and opened my pussy. He poured the cream right inside me.

  “Fill me up with your cream,” I said, touching some of the cream and eating it.

  Jax immediately threw the empty bowl aside and started eating out my pussy. The others started licking me on various places on my body. The cool stick whipped cream started liquefying on my skin. Their hot tongues explored all my various places, including the back of my knees and my wrist, where the skin is thinnest. All the while, I could feel Jax’s tongue going in and out of me. He was slurping up the now warm cream and rubbing all the excess on my clit with his tongue and fingers. It was a sloppy, sticky hot mess. I made it hotter and stickier but cumming in his face.

  “Ahhh!” I said, surprised by the orgasm. “Oh, boy. That’s so good. Now I want some cream!”

  I immediately took Kenner’s dick in my mouth and started sucking it. This time he was determined to hold out. Brax positioned himself on the other side of my head and I also started sucking on him. Their cocks were quickly becoming erect with excitement.

  “Kenner,” I commanded. “You’re next. Get inside me.”

  Jax brought his face out of my crotch. He was still covered in whipped cream and my cum. Kenner eagerly moved into position and slipped his condom on. He inserted himself into me and made a sound of pure joy.

  “Oh, yeah,” he said in pleasure. “Oh, God. You feel so good, Claire.”

  He started thrusting into me gently. His fucking was sweet and tender. Jax joined Brax on the bed and I took turns sucking the other three.

  “Such delicious cocks,” I slurped. “I want them all.”

  After a few minutes of Kenner fucking, I had an orgasm. He wasn’t finished.

  “I want to try something,” he announced. “Flip over.”

  I did as he commanded, still able to stroke and suck the dicks of the other boys. I was expected him to stick his cock into my ass, but instead he used his tongue.

  “Oh!” I said in surprise. “What are you doing? You nasty little boy!”

  I had never had my asshole eaten out. Kenner’s tongue swirled it in a variety of ways and then penetrated. His warm, wet tongue was a new sensation and I came harder than I did with his dick inside me. He then lifted me up and started fucking my ass. By that time, my asshole had become tender and his fucking in my tight little hole was more aggressive.

  “I want more,” I gasped. “I want another inside me.”

  Brax slid underneath me and penetrated my waiting pussy with his rigid man pole. He and Kenner were now going in and out of me like a piston. I never felt so alive. This was living and this was real fucking.

  “That’s it! That’s it, boys!” I cheered. “You know how to fuck me! Fuck me so good! Yes! In and out! That’s it!”

  I was now stroking Travis and Jax faster and faster, every once in a while, I used my tongue to taste the top of their dickholes. Finally, the teasing was too much for Jax. He ejaculated down my throat. His sticky spunk hit the inside of my cheek and I locked my lips to suck out every drop. He shuddered.

  “Ahhh! Jesus Christ! Ahh!” he moaned.

  “That’s hot, bro!” said Travis. “I think I’m about to nut too!”

  I switched over to Travis just as he came. His sperm rocket out and splattered across my lips and teeth. My mouth was filling up with cum and I tried to swallow it all as best I could. Some of it dribbled out of the corners of my mouth and down my neck. There was a meatiness and mustiness to his load and it was almost filling.

  Brax was trying to thrust from underneath me, but it was almost impossible for him to get traction. I was doing most of the work, bouncing up and down on his shaft as Kenner pounded my asshole. It was a little sore, but in a good way that made the sensation better.

  “Oh, I’m having to cum!” said Brax suddenly. “Ahhh!”

  His face turned beat red as he burst inside me. Kenner popped a few seconds later.

  “Ahhh! Fuck! So tight! Yeah!” said Kenner breathless as he came.

  I felt the warmness of their loads fill me up inside their condoms. I was already cumming, but the jizz made me shudder and quake, which caused them to cum more. It was a spiral of pleasurable sensations that I wished could last forever. Brax was now covered in my juices and we were all drenched in sweat and bodily fluids. Plus, I was still a little sticky from the whipped cream.

  We fell back on the bed spent, but not finished.

  “Anyone up for a quick shower?” suggested Jax.

  “Yeah, just give me a sec,” I said panting. “I can’t feel my legs.”

  After the post orgasm quakes stopped, we popped into Jax’s palatial bathroom. It was probably bigger than my entire apartment. It had it’s own Jacuzzi/hot tub, shower and tons of room. The shower was one of these massive things where the water shot at you from the walls. We all got inside and showered up. Jax had bottles of imported soap that smelled like apricot.

  We dried off and went back to the bedroom. We still had plenty of food leftover on the cart. Brax poured everyone a nice shot of some of the most pleasant whiskey I’ve ever tasted. The group had been having sex for hours, but we still felt pretty energized and wanted more. I definitely wasn’t finished. I had plans for a sexual finale.

  Jax started by touching me again. Then he hugged me and kissed me deep. Brax moved over and did the same while Jax licked and sucked on my nipples. I could feel Kenner now on the other breast, while Travis knelt in front of me and started licking my pussy. He lifted the hood on my clit and licked it. I shuddered, then gushed right in his face. He put his head back and his tongue out, shaking the juices off like he just got out of the pool.

  “God, I love that you’re a squirter!” he said.

  “I want to feel your big cock in my ass,” I said.

  Travis immediately grabbed a condom and slipped it on. He was already hard as a rock. He was in such fantastic shape, I was pretty sure that Travis could actually fuck me all night long. Travis bent me over a table and pushed into my asshole.

  “Oh! Oh, my God!” I squealed. “So big!”

  “Yeah!” he said, agreeing. “You’re so tight, Claire! Holy shit!”

  Fortunately, I had been building up to him, because at this rate I wasn’t going to be tight for long. Travi
s was ravaging my little butthole with his dick. His insane fucking was like a jackhammer in my ass. The table I was bent over was rocking back and forth. Brax and Jax stood on the other side of the table and steadied it. I rewarded them by stoking and sucking their cocks. I came. I couldn’t talk, I just squealed in pleasure.

  “Okay-okay,” I gasped. “Break please.”

  Travis immediately stopped and slowly pulled out. It was nuts how it felt almost better coming out as his dick did going in. Kenner moved over with a condom on. I flipped over on the table so he could fuck me. Brax and Jax each held one of my legs up. Such gentlemen!

  Kenner drilled me more aggressively in the pussy this time. There was no holding back now. He was doing his best to change the angle and go deep. Since the other boys had my legs in the air, it was giving me all kinds of orgasms. Water was gushing out of me and all over the table. It ran off the sides and onto the rug.

  “Aw, I think I’m gonna cum!” said Kenner.

  “No!” I commanded. “Hold it, please.”

  He backed off and slowly pulled out. The boys waited for my instructions.

  “I want you to cum on me. All of you,” I said. “I want your hot sticky cream all over me like the whipped cream, only warm.”

  I laid down on the bed. Kenner and Travis pulled off their condoms. I did all I could to help the boys by playing with their balls and licking them.

  “Please,” I begged them in the sexiest voice I could muster. “Give me your cum. Give me all of your cum!”

  “Oh, God! Here it is baby!” shouted Kenner.

  Kenner came across my torso and on my tits. I could feel the hot stickiness on me. I rubbed it all over and tasted it while he kept jerking it on me.

  “Rauurr! Yeah!” said Travis cumming.

  His gobs of cum landed on my shoulder and face. It was thicker and stickier. I loved the tasted. Finally, the brothers came at the same time. I looked their dicks square in the face as the hot sperm shot across my forehead and cheeks. I rubbed it all over myself and my face. I tasted the combined cum of all my men and rubbed all over my breasts, arms, legs and pussy. Kenner came a second time I think and I rewarded him by sucking every last drop out.

  “I’m a naughty girl,” I said, now covered in their cum. “I think you boys must really like me. There’s so much cum everywhere.”

  “God dammit, Claire,” said Travis. “If I had any sperm left, I think I’d be cumming against just from this dirty talk!”

  Brax was lying on the bed, totally spent now.

  “My word,” he kept saying. “I thought I had some experience, but this was a sexual experience like no other.”

  “I’m with you there, brother,” said Jax. “I thought I did some pretty wild stuff back in the day, but nothing like this.”

  I got cleaned up and we moved to the dry section of the enormous bed. We talked late into the morning and fell asleep together. It felt warm and inviting and comforting. Never before had I felt so safe. So loved. This was what was missing from my life and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.

  Epilogue

  Claire

  A few days later and wow, what a difference; between the money from Saint Patrick’s Day and the auction, I had my bills paid. The mortgage was all caught up, so there was no way the bank could take the bar away.

  Fernando’s cuisine got us a write up in a local magazine and that led to an article about him in the newspaper. People came into the Bad Penny just to thank me for giving him a second chance. Fernando was a little shy about the attention, he just wanted to cook. But with all the exposure, the bar was now filled on a regular basis.

  With the extra money I made, I was able to hire Tina full time. She needed the money and I certainly needed the help. With a full staff again, I could finally have a social life. Maybe actually go out on a date that wasn’t the corner booth for a change!

  McCleary and Stetson were relieved that I wouldn’t be closing. I mean, honestly, where would they go without my bar?

  The only fly in the ointment was that I was getting creepy phone calls from Kenner’s brother, Caleb. I told him to stop calling me, but he wouldn’t stop. He kept making vague threats about how the Bad Penny was the last business on the block. I think the implication was that he was going to burn me out like he did with Sandy’s Bakery. One morning, he really pushed his luck.

  “Good morning, Ms. McCoin,” said Caleb over the phone in that creepy voice he liked to do. “How is your bar today? Still in operation?”

  “Dammit, Caleb! Leave me alone!” I demanded. “You can’t keep harassing me on the phone like this!”

  “Harassing?” he said innocently. “I merely called to make you an offer on your establishment. Why not take my buy out? It’s extremely generous.”

  “I keep telling you, I don’t want to sell!” I repeated. “This bar has been in my family for three generations! I’m not going to sell my legacy!”

  “Sandy’s bakery was his family’s legacy and look where it go him,” said Caleb. “Now the legacy is gone. His bakery is gone. I understand he’s having problems with the insurance. They blame him for the arson.”

  “Oh, my God! You burned him out and then actually have the nerve to frame him for the crime?!” I said outraged. “What kind of sick monster are you? Sandy never did anything to hurt anyone!”

  “These things can be done, Claire,” said Caleb. “A couple of calls and a few thousand dollars is all that it takes.”

  “How would you know that unless you burned him out! You just confessed over the phone! I’m a witness!”

  “Please,” dismissed Caleb. “I’ve confessed to nothing. They have no proof I did anything or hired anyone.”

  “Yeah, but you clearly implied it!” I insisted.

  “Did I? Then maybe you should sell me your bar before the same thing happens to you,” he said sinisterly. “Not that I would know anything about it if it did.”

  “My God! You just keep digging yourself a bigger hole!” I laughed. “Don’t you realize what this sounds like?”

  “What do I care?” laughed Caleb. “It’s not like you’ve been recording it. And even if you were, it’s illegal in this state to record someone without their permission.”

  “That’s not the entire law,” informed Brax, suddenly cutting in on the line.

  “Brax! Ha, you idiot! It’s felony to record me! I’ll send you all to jail!” threatened Caleb.

  “You’re forgetting the one clear exception in the law,” explained Brax. “It’s perfectly legal to record anyone if you believe they’re going to commit or confess to a crime. Since you’ve been harassing Ms. McCoin on the phone for days, it would be a clear exception in the eyes of the court.”

  “What?! Th-that can’t be true! You’re lying!” snapped Caleb. “I’ll sue you for everything you’re worth!”

  “I’d save the money for your lawyers, old chap,” said Brax. “Arson is a much, much worse felony. Oh and I don’t know what unsavory individuals you hired to commit these acts--- Because I know you wouldn’t get your hands dirty yourself--- But trust me when I say, criminals don’t like to go to jail and they tend to try and silence loose ends.”

  “Wh-what? Shut up! You people don’t know what you’re talking about! You couldn’t even prove it was me--- I mean, Caleb on the phone. Don’t tell me!”

  Brax hung up on him. We were sitting in his office at Candance. I clapped my hands with glee. Finally, my nightmare would be over. No way Caleb could burn down the bar now. Not with this conversation on tape.

  “Thank you so much, Brax,” I beamed, giving him a kiss. “Where did you get all this recording equipment from?”

  “My private investigator friend,” he explained. “Speaking of which, the police report on Sandy’s Bakery made for interesting reading. There’s definitely evidence of arson and the police have already tied to other arson going back six years. I dare say, your friend Sandy isn’t even a suspect.”

  “Oh, thank God,” I said relie
ved. “He’s such a sweet guy. I hope he rebuilds.”

  “I think he will. The police are already investigating the Rodashes for the crimes,” said Brax. “Caleb and Marta are in very big trouble. Their money and temper tantrums won’t help them when they’re in front of the judge.”

  Brax looked away and into the bar mirror. Then he looked down, a little sad.

  “I did used to love her,” he remembered. “What happens to a person to turn them like that? She wasn’t all bad.”

  “I’m sorry, Brax,” I said holding his hand.

  Kenner came to the doorway and poked his head inside.

  “Hey, how did it go?” he asked.

  “He basically did everything exactly as you said,” I relayed.

  Now Kenner looked down.

  “I’m sorry, Kenner,” I said. “What you did was above and beyond. Are you going to be okay?”

  “Yeah,” he sighed. “I don’t know how my family’s going to react to all this.”

  “Don’t worry,” I assured him. “I’ll never tell them you had anything to do with it.”

  “They’re gonna know when they see me with you one day,” he explained. “But it’s okay. Caleb is who he is. My father and mother have warned him many times, but he doesn’t care. Maybe in prison, he’ll change. Somehow I doubt it.”

  “To more pleasant things. See you at dinner tonight?” asked Brax.

  “Of course, all four us should be there,” said Kenner excited. “You have a big enough bed to host?”

  “My dear fellow, it’s enormous!” assured Brax.

  “I might be a little late,” I joked. “You guys can start without me if you want.”

  “That’s never going to happen,” assured Kenner.

  That night, we met at Brax’s house. It was even more enormous than his brother’s place. The massive estate actually had guest houses and a six-hole golf course. Brax sent a limo for me and I dressed up in a designer gown he bought specifically for me. I’m not sure how he managed, but the thing fit like a glove. The driver let me out of the limo and escorted me up the steps to the front door. I felt like a princess!