The Billionaire Bastard: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Hart, Romi

  The idea of him ejaculating into my hands and his own coat makes me even wetter. I stare him down smiling wide…and then open my mouth in heat as I feel his seed spill all over my hands, all over my panties and all over his coat.

  He squints his eyes as he comes hard, looking away staring into the ceiling of the plane.

  “Shhhhh…” I whisper as I feel his hot jelly like cum drip all over my fingers like fucking baby lotion.

  “Put them back on,” he whispers, still breathing hard.

  “No,” I say with a smile.

  “You’re a good person, Denise.”

  I laugh and shake my head in disbelief. What kind of a sick person is this guy!

  Or how sick am I for just doing whatever he says? I slowly, carefully, drop my dripping panties from under the coat and back down to my feet.

  Ohhh shit I’m so turned on, my pussy is stinging me!

  Dirty filthy ideas ransack my brain and I almost moan aloud as I feel his sperm dripping all over me…as I carefully pull my panties up back to where they belong.

  Oh god…his sperm all over my ankles, and thighs, and in my pussy and even dripping on my ass. Oh God. Oh God. I feel his cum all over my pubic hair…

  Oh shit I’m almost ready to cum.

  Wouldn’t you know it, the stinker took a nap right after he tainted my panties with his cum. He kept turning me on and then konked out right after he came. And here I am, smelling very suspicious and sitting here in wet dread. At least an hour later, his cum is starting to dry.

  Jesus I can’t even masturbate now on account of the stewardess giving me weird looks every time she walks by.

  He finally wakes up and smiles.

  “Feeling good?” I say in sarcasm.

  “Yeah very well rested.”

  I’m still horny and throaty…and still hot at the idea of what happened. But I can’t even do anything about it.

  I look into his eyes and make sure he feels my steamy skin. I let his face touch my own, letting him feel my sexual fever.

  “Now I’m excited,” I whine back to him.

  “Too bad. I don’t want to get arrested.”

  I’m starting to become impatient. I start to wonder about making him touch my pussy…but on second thought, I really don’t want to make a lot of noise. And I’m horny as HELL right now.

  I think about it…as I look behind me at the restroom.

  Oh God! Not in a million years, I swore to myself. I swore as little as one hour ago I would never do that! I don’t even have any condoms and neither does he! Besides, everyone that joins the Mile High Club gets caught.

  But…on the other hand…maybe if I go into the restroom alone, I can finger myself and be rid of this restless heat.

  I stand up slowly but he grabs his coat and leverages me back down to the seat.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Bathroom.”

  “Why?”

  I sink my face in sarcasm. “Duh.”

  “Are you inviting me in?”

  “What are you, a vampire?”

  “Yes,” he laughs.

  “Get lost,” I say, as I get up and walk back to the restroom.

  “Hey, he says softly. “If you get up now, you’re telling me to come back there with you.”

  I flick him off and tell him to get lost again.

  God…him fucking me hard does sound really good right now. But no, mile high club fantasy is not really my lifelong dream. It’s kinky but not the kind of thing you do in real life!

  Oh shit I really do have to pee now. Good thing I’m going now. Jesus I hope he doesn’t follow me back. No mixed signals!

  But yeah…I secretly hope he barges into that cramped bathroom and fucks the piss right out of me.

  I feel erotic little quakes happening in my body. My pussy is wet and dripping. My nipples are hard. A chill comes over my body as I realize that he’s probably getting up right now. And as always, I can’t stop him. God I don’t know my own limits with him!

  if I see him in front of my door, I’ll be too horny to ask him to leave. I know I’m going to let him do it.

  My heart pounds as I run backward to the restroom, definitely needing to pee and escape this temptation just as well.

  I overhear him talking to the stewardess, probably giving her an excuse to keep her busy for a few minutes.

  I enter the bathroom and quickly lock the door behind me.

  I stay quiet as my adrenaline calms down, staring nervously at the door, making damn sure it’s locked.

  I don’t hear anything outside…I don’t even hear him knocking. Good, maybe he changed his mind.

  I wait a few long moments until I slowly go to unlock the door. I pull the door open…and there he stands, strong, taunting eyes waiting for me! He’s silent…motionless but smiling wickedly. I could probably push him away and shove my way past him. But oh Jesus, I just can’t. I want him to take me.

  I take a step backwards, letting him come in, shutting the door behind us quickly.

  He unbuckles and unzips his pants and brings out his big bad fucking cock!

  “OH GOD!”

  He grabs my face and pushes me down on the toilet seat, eager for a mile high blowjob.

  “Mmggggmmmm…” I mutter loudly, no longer constrained by being in public.

  He shoves his big cock in my mouth and then pulls it back out only to shove it back in again. Stuffing my mouth full of cock, making me suck on it so fast!

  “Suck on it,” he commands.

  “Mmmmm…” is all I can say in response as I start sucking him harder, tasting his dick—salty and a little sweet, and growing in my mouth. Oh god I’m so hot for him…

  “I want to take your pussy next.”

  “MMM MMM!” I object, still sucking him deeper and gagging on that shaft. He shoves his dick inside my mouth and tests how far I can take it in deep. “Baaccckkk!” I choke again as he pulls out leaving my mouth full of spit.

  “You bastard,” I groan, breathless.

  My hot, crazy, evil boyfriend pulls down my blouse just to get a good luck at my lacy black bra. He grabs me and forces me back up. There’s hardly room to move in this small airplane bathroom but he is determined to break another erection using my wet slit!

  My panties are already sliding down my legs as he motorboats my exposed breasts.

  “Simeon…” I groan as his lips wet my breasts, leaving me humid and moist and filthy! “OHHH!” I groan loudly as he sucks on my hard nipple, one by one, yanking my bra down so he can get more flesh to taste.

  He shoves my hand against the wall as he continues sucking on my nipple like a sex maniac!

  “Ohhh fuck!” I say louder, surprised that I really am this horny.

  I watch him in jaw dropping agony as he gobbles up my tits not even bothering to take my bra off. He just wants to mangle my tits and smack his face all over me. He makes sure both of my tits are hanging out, sucking on them and groping my tummy.

  “Yes yes yes!” I sing. “Suck on that…”

  “Shhhhh!” he says with a giggle.

  “I don’t care anymore,” I reply as I lean against the wall arching my back and spreading my legs apart. “Unngghh!” I scream as he gropes both breasts and then pinches my nipples hard. I squeal as he continues sucking hard and viciously, make my whole body shake with excitement. I moan out loud again as my heart pounds and my areolas ache from all that hard sucking and pinching.

  He pulls my panties down as he straightens my legs. Once they fall down, he spreads my legs apart and puts his hand right on my pussy lips.

  “Ohhh God! Ahhh!” I groan as I watch him, just sitting there staring at my pussy in horny delight.

  “You like that?” I snap at him, a little pissed.

  “I like that,” he says, right before bending down to his knees so he can taste my wetness. Oh God, it feels so nasty, so dirty…the opposite of who I am and who I thought I was. What am I doing?

  “Ohhh God what are you doing?” I
say as my mouth drops open and my cream oozes from my pussy hole. I can’t tell him to stop…my body wants what my mind can’t handle.

  My pussy is on fire and dripping wet all over the bathroom just pleading for his cock to fill it up.

  He smiles and licks my clit sampling all my body. He tongues my clit so gently, licking a trail down to my urethra and then deeper into the folds of my labia lips.

  I scream again, really goddamn loud…I sure hope they can’t hear us!

  He tongues his way over to my exposed hole and smiles wickedly as he tastes my creamy goodness sliming down his mouth.

  My body writhes in involuntary submission.

  “Spread your legs, I want to taste your cunt.”

  “Oh fuck,” I say, cooperating against my will, hating myself a little, but definitely wanting to cream all that pent-up frustration right out of me.

  I don’t have much wiggling room so all I can do is mostly stand still as he pulls my lips apart and tongue fucks me ruthlessly, making me splash wetness.

  “Give me your pussy honey.”

  “Yeeees!”

  “Cream my face, come on.”

  “Fuuuuuck!” I say, as I start to cream him again, getting a little shy about just how wet I am and how much I’m oozing on him. I can’t help but surrender to Simeon Hollock…he is my everything in life.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you.”

  “No,” I sigh back. “But you won’t stop even if I object, will you?”

  I sigh in exhaustion. But he only smiles, proud of corrupting me.

  “No. If you don’t want me mad-fucking you then you should dress like a lady and not a bad sexy momma who’s just asking for a good fuck.”

  “Fuck you!”

  “You should fuck me!” he says, as he stands up and throws me over the sink, getting a good glimpse at my naked ass.

  I am a mess of emotions and my body can no longer fight him. I just want him to fuck my brains out and leave me a cum-dripping mess.

  “Ohhh you’re so wet!” he says, putting his dirty hands all over my cold asscheeks.”

  Get up higher on that sink,” he says. “I want to look right into your asshole before I fuck you.”

  “Ohhhh gawwd…” I mutter, almost coming right that very second! I do as he orders and reach over, giving him more ass to take in. I wiggle in shame and auto-response, spasming in arousal. I feel shudders all over my body, from my ass to my pussy.

  He spreads my cheeks apart and stares straight into my fucking asshole, making me even wetter and sending waves of erotic fire into my pelvis.

  “You like looking at my asshole, pervert?”

  “You know what I want, right?”

  “No way…”

  “Fine I’ll just cum inside your pussy then.”

  Oh hell…what if I get impregnated? This can’t happen…I should say no. But I’m almost ashamed to say…part of me wants to get pregnant. That’s crazy, right?

  He grabs his big cock and feeds it into my pussyhole, into the folds, then right into the deepest and most sensitive spot.

  He shoves his hard dick into my tight pussy one inch at a time. He pulls out and in, the second time, penetrating deeper…so deep, thanks to the tight squeeze of the bathroom.

  He grabs me by the hair and makes sure I take his cock up my pussy like a good girl.

  This doesn’t even feel real...am I really letting him take me in a plane?

  “Ohhh you’re so tight!” he moans, feeding more cock into my tight pussyhole, so deep I can hardly breathe.

  He reaches over and somehow finds my throbbing clit—just so he can pound another orgasm out of me! He fingers my clit hard and fast while still drilling away at my pussy, rhythmically fucking me and making me shake with anticipation.

  “Oh God I like that…” I mumble, feeling everything in my crotch jiggle, getting pounded from my clit and pussy, which coalesced into a wave of pleasure.

  I shut my eyes hard as I feel a huge orgasm building, ready to spew out of me.

  “Ohhhh holy fuck I don’t think I can take this!”

  “Yes you can!” he grunts as I cream his cock and shake my clit all over his fingers in a quaking pre-orgasmic frenzy.

  “Cum…cum all over the place, I don’t care,” he says.

  “Ohhh here it comes!” I moan, as he wraps his arm and elbow around my neck and holds me tight, forcing me to just sit still and endure this shock.

  “Tell me to cum inside.”

  “Ohhhhh c-c-c-um inside me.”

  “Where?”

  “In my pussy,” I say drunkenly, as he continues rubbing my swelling G-spot without mercy.

  “Ohhhh ohhhh! I’m going to cum again!”

  I tremor and quake, losing all control as my tits bounce wildly and my pussy starts squirting a fountain of piss and cum. Ohhhh god I don’t even care – I feel electrified, oozing out of every single pore on my skin. My pussy throbs and my whole body flushes red. I breathe in the smell of his jizz, which I feel surging through me, squirting deep into my pussy, as far up as my cervix I’ll bet.

  He slaps my ass as he continues mad fucking me, so deep he can’t even pull out, he can’t even stop fucking even though he’s unloading all his sperm right this second.

  We both cum so hard and I squirt again, just as he pulls out of my pussy completely drained in his soft balls. I look down and glance at his cock veins and red-faced head. What must have been ten spurts of cum drip down my pussy hole and out to the floor. He groans as he shakes his dick clean, emptying out the rest onto my ass cheeks.

  We’re both dizzy with chemicals, fresh from afterglow…but suddenly very aware that we’re both half-naked!

  He quickly puts his suit on, looking at me in greedy lust. Then he winks, right before walking out the door.

  Jesus, I’m just barely standing up…still covered in his cum and my own cum and a fountain of piss…that’s what I get for letting him fuck me instead of taking a pee!

  I have nothing left to do but pull up my skirt, straighten my bra and pretend as if I don’t need a shower badly.

  I put my blouse and sweater back on. I hold my very wet panties in my hand. Wow…what should I do with them? Should I hide them or…?

  I don’t know but I have to leave!

  I stumble outside the bathroom, just barely dressed and trying to look as NOT flushed as possible…

  But…

  The stewardess walks by and she…smiles…at me. A big smile. A little bit of a coy smile. Oh God she knew, didn’t she? But I guess she thinks I’m cute or something.

  I guess being a lesbian magnet has its perks.

  We landed just fine and went to the hotel. We were so exhausted from the flight, we hardly wanted to fuck. We mostly just ate, drank, and tried to relax.

  I was mostly coming down from such an extreme high…I just wanted silence and relaxation.

  There is something very cathartic about a woman getting her brains fucked out. It’s not like the joy of sex. It’s not even like the thrill of a spanking or being tied up. When you actually do get your brains fucked out, it actually changes your mental process. You think differently, see things differently.

  You start to analyze things critically, perhaps even putting whirlwind romance on the back burner. You think clearly and see things perfectly. Anxieties and uncertainties seem to rise up out of nothing. You sit there and you think about all the mistakes, past, present and future.

  I look over at my lover…I turn to him as we both lie down in his private bedroom. He’s just as naked as I am. I ought to snap a picture of his nuts, just to get him back.

  In fact, he gave me permission to snap a photo of him and spread it around to all my lady friends. Yeah I’m sure the pervert would like that!

  I cackle to myself. I know I’m hard on him…but dammit, I’m not used to feeling like this. So out of control. Feeling things and doing things that don’t feel like me at all. Letting him take me by the hand deeper and deeper into total uninhibited l
ust.

  Yet part of it scares me. I smile to myself as I grip him close, treating his body like a pillow. Hugging him, rubbing my face in his chest. I want to feel connected with him. His calm breathing soothes me.

  He gently wakes up and comes to me in a half-crawl, kissing me lustfully. I return it to him and we kiss with a passion that makes us both feel faint. When he pulls back, the world itself feels like it’s quaking. The way he touches me makes me feel perfect, desired, loved, as his hands slide across her skin.

  I can’t help but whisper and ruin the moment. “Are you having fun? You know…here with me?”

  “Of course,” he says. As if to reiterate, he gives me another heartfelt kiss. We fall into each other’s arms, hugging tightly as we peck and smack our fears away.

  Our morning makeout session is so hot, intense and full, we kiss for half hours and they turn into hours. We take it slow and then fast, helpless in the erotic addiction we’ve created. It reminds me of the first kiss I had in high school, that feeling of innocence…even now as I giggle in joy as he squeezes my breasts and put his hands all over my hips, feeling how wet I am for him.

  Sometimes I think he’s a fictional character brought to life. A brilliant, rich and kind-hearted man on the top of the mountain. I want to touch him, want to reach down to his pelvis and find his manhood. I fondle his dick in curiosity, recalling how kinky it felt the first time we fucked. The first time I thought about fucking him. Now, however, it feels perfectly natural and we’re in no hurry. I love this feeling…the deep belly flutters, the heavy feeling in my throat as he sucks and kisses my tits…

  He kisses me and touches me, finally taking me down to the bed and entering me slowly with his fingers. The first of several orgasms to come and the more I cum the more I crave him. I want him now, always, forever.

  We kiss for another few seconds, rubbing each other’s naked body, enjoying the reckless feelings of impudent, out of control passion. We giggle and then sigh in orgasmic joy. It feels naughty even a little sneaky. Maybe even dangerous. Who knows what will happen in the future…but for now, we’re naked and rolling around on each other’s body, sweating in agony and in ecstasy.