He needed to get fucked, he badly needed it. The girls provided by the escort service were good, maybe great for others but just good for him. Mr Sydney had told him of a new girl; maybe he should check her out.
Just as he made to call Mr Sydney, his secretary barged in. It had to be something about his mom. Nobody was allowed to just barge in except it involved his mom. It was probably one of her phony emergencies, designed to snag his attention for some hours.
“Sir, we just got a call from Portugal. There’s been an accident involving your mom,” the secretary calmly told him.
“My mom is not in Portugal, she’s at home probably cooking her next grand scheme,” he informed the secretary. His mom never went on vacation without trying to rope him in. She always talked endlessly about her little trips and how good it would be to travel with him once in a while.
“Sir, your mom is in Portugal. She travelled two days ago.”
“I’ve called her travel agent, it’s confirmed. She went to Portugal with a friend.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” the secretary added, unsure of how he’ll react.
“Damn, women and trouble,” he thought to himself. “Thank you, Joyce,” he said in the calmest possible voice.
“Get the Cessna ready to fly within an hour,” he didn’t need to tell her to cancel the rest of his appointments. Joyce was an awesome secretary, she knew how to manage crisis and he totally relied on her when he had one.
Three hours later in the cloud, George did his best to sip champagne and appear collected. He couldn’t afford to lose his mom now. He’ll be totally lost without her; he wasn’t particularly close to any of his brothers or their families. He hadn’t even thought of calling them before jetting off to Portugal, he would have to call them from the airport.
***
“It’s just a sprain, you didn’t have to rattle him,” Jennifer told Millicent.
“Sometimes, a momma needs her boy,” Millicent retorted.
“That boy has recently become too busy for me, best way to remind him he has a momma is to create a situation." Millicent calmly informed Jennifer.
Milly knew George won’t be happy when he found out he had flown hours for just a sprain, but who cares? She didn’t need him for her sprain. She needed him for Jennifer. She was growing weary from introducing different females to him, only to have him snub them. He had gone AWOL of late, only calling her after she left several messages on his answering machine. Millicent wasn’t about to let her favourite son stay unmarried for life. If it took blackmail, arm-twisting, a little tears, whatever it took, she was going to see George married before she grew too old and died. George had definitely seen something in this Jennifer girl, hence the kiss she saw them shared.
Jennifer didn’t know how she was going to react to seeing George again. She had totally given up on him, though her pussy hadn’t. She still wet her panties with delightful juices whenever she thought of that day in his office. He’ll probably have a smug smile on his face, considering he had totally bested her at her game. Whatever, she would still have to face him someday. Better today, than later.
“Hey man,” George chorused into the phone like a schoolboy. He was a schoolboy all over again whenever he spoke with his eldest brother. His brothers were always happy to hear from him, too bad he never called often enough. He called hear the screams, “I want to talk to uncle Georgetown,” filtering in from the other side of the phone.
“I’m in Portugal, mom had a medical emergency,” he quickly added before his brother would think of giving him heat for not calling often enough.
“Sorry, I left in rush that’s why I’m calling from the airport,” he explained when his brother tried to berate him for flying out without dropping a message.
“No, I’ll see her in 20 minutes. I’ll call immediately I see her,” George added and hung up.
“Hey mom,” George eased into the hospital room. Presenting Millicent with the bouquet of lilies he had gotten for her.
“My darling son,” Millicent screeched from the bed. Opening up her arms for a big mother and son hug.
He hated hugs, but how could a son ever explain that to a mother. “Hello Jennifer,” he said calmly on spotting Jennifer at the other end of the bed. Suddenly all those pent up feelings came rushing back. What’s with this unusually high libido, George wondered. Seventeen fucks in one week ought to be enough for any stud. “Arrrgh,” he groaned inwardly.
Jennifer didn’t know what to feel on seeing George. She had hours to prepare herself mentally for the reunion, but somehow her mind was in shambles. This was the guy who had effectively screwed her with his fingers. He seemed content saying nothing beyond the brief “hello” to her. She had to get used to his aloofness, besides she didn’t want to arouse Milly’s curiosity.
Milly could feel the atmosphere around her change. Had these two been up to something? Did they share more than that brief kiss she had secretly witnessed? Well, if they’ve been pulling stunts behind her back, she was just going to give them more room to pull some more.
George loved his mom, but he totally hated her little games. Why make him fly so far because of a simple sprain that would heal within a few days? Why not just call him up and tell him she wanted to play catch-up or was it hook up considering that Jennifer girl was with her. Now he was saddled with the task of taking them to dinner.
No dress conveyed an “ I’m over your little stunt and still rocking” message like a little red dress. Jennifer added a little curl to her hair, put on her most wicked set of pump shoes and headed downstairs to join Millicent and George.
Again his mother had played him. He showed up at 7 pm just as they had agreed only for her to inform him that she just had dinner because she had gotten hungry a bit earlier. She had however, insisted he take Jennifer to the dinner. Women and endless scheming. He’ll try and survive dinner, after which he’ll run off to take care of some paper work.
Maybe Millicent was having a little trouble coming down on her own, Jennifer thought on spotting George all alone in the lobby. How she hated to be left alone with George, the memories it evoked. Good thing, they’ll have to wait surrounded by other people, that would help her keep herself in check. She wasn’t sure she could be alone with him and not try to jump his bones, the man did have a certain sex appeal which was further heightened by her knowledge of what his fingers could achieve. Too bad, she might never get the chance to ride on his cock, not to consider marrying him. After this week, it was going to be less of Milly, more of husband hunting.
George could feel her stare from behind, he knew it was her. Nobody else held such powers in their eyes. They would have to steer through dinner, with no mention of their last encounter.
“Sorry, Jennifer. You’re stuck on me. Mom has already eaten," George turned around and explained before Jennifer could utter a word.
“How did he know she was right behind him?" Jennifer pondered. It was probably her perfume she concluded. Why did Milly have to be such a schemer? Throwing her to her die-hard bachelor son. “I’ll eat upstairs then,” Jennifer calmly informed George.
“My mom wouldn’t like that. Besides, you went through the pain of getting all dressed for a fancy dinner,” George retorted.
So, he had noticed her dress already. Good thing but she had to set him straight, “Getting dressed up is never a pain, I’ll tell Milly I opted to eating inside.” With that she clicked her heels and got ready to march back upstairs.
He should be glad she had opted out but somehow he found himself wanting dinner with her. “It’s just Dinner, Jennifer, I promise not to make you cum with my fingers,” he said with a boyish grin spread across his face.
He certainly had guts to think she was running away from him. His fingers had magical abilities didn’t mean she was willing to throw herself at him again. Dinner it would be. “Fine, let’s go,” Jennifer replied her eyes glinting with challenge.
The restaurant was a typical upper class spot, designed to cat
er for the extremely wealthy and powerful. Nothing new to either Jennifer or George. They placed their order and settled down to enjoy a little French wine before their food arrived.
It was certainly something in the drink, Jennifer thought. Just a few minutes of sitting across him with both of them enjoying their individual thoughts had gotten her so horny she could feel her nipples harden. Stretching her feet under the table, Jennifer rubbed her ankle against his thigh. It was an unladylike thing to do in public but Jennifer couldn’t help herself.
The first touch of her ankle brushing against him through his cotton pants drove George out of his reverie. His cock responded instantly. Fucking Jennifer was certainly the cure he needed for his unusually high libido. If she wanted to play, he would play.
The glint in his eyes said it all. Quietly, they dropped the wine and headed out. Good thing he had a chauffeur at hand. Reaching the door seemed to take ages. Waiting for the chauffer to turn the car around took centuries. The duo mustered every will power to act normal. Immediately they slid into the back seat of the limousine. All flames were allowed to blaze.
There was nothing dignified about their locking of lips, it was purely sensual even felt primitive. This time Jennifer didn’t kiss like a girl. She returned his kiss with as much passion and vigour as he delivered them. She could feel his hands slide under her dress. Oh magical hands. She moved even closer, wallowing in his touch.
Her skin was smoother than the finest of kiss. The wench did kiss like a hungry young cub. He was going to totally satisfy himself and her tonight. It was time to say goodbye to ceaseless hard on. Damn, he never kept condoms in the car. He badly wanted to take her and not pleasure her with his finger. The finger would have to do for now.
Jennifer could feel his finger invade her body. It was the middle finger. He slid it in gently and thrust in and out a little before introducing the second finger. The thrust of his fingers felt divine. Her body totally loved this kind of invasion; she saw different shades of light all at once. It was like the invasion of the hinterlands by missionaries.
George was glad when the car stopped. He took a while to collect himself, before dragging her along. He couldn’t afford to let her change her mind. Good thing there was a private elevator, which would take him up to the pent house.
The elevator ride felt as long as trekking from the North Pole to the South Pole would take. George unzipped his pants. He roughly grabbed Jennifer, pushed her against the elevator walls; forcing her to straddle him. He brushed his penis, which was still covered by his briefs against her panties. He’ll have to learn to carry condoms around, if he had to persevere in the face of this sort of temptation.
Immediately the elevator stopped, Jennifer felt she was being carried by a whirlwind. She found herself on his large king size bed. She was still dressed. He had undressed and was sheathing a condom over his massive penis. This had to be the biggest penis she had ever seen. It was long and bulky like Caribbean banana. She let out a light scream when George tore her panties and thrust into her without warning.
Her pussy was warm and not too wet. Soon he was going to make it drip like a blanket soaked in water. He rode her like a depraved man would. His need for her growing with every thrust. Within two minutes he heard her moan with pressure, he knew she had just gotten an orgasm. Well she would have to hang in there for him to a little release. He concentrated solely on riding her as if her pussy was the only existing part of her body.
She had never been ridden so hard in her entire life. It was a bittersweet experience. The man was built like a stallion. She had to grab his back to hang in there whenever things got too crazy. He had given her an orgasm now he was bent on taking his. Gradually, she eased into his tempo, lifting her hips to meet his thrust.
Her pussy was so sweet he could ride her all night. The girl knew just what to do; he loved it that she was raising her hips to meet his every thrust and not just lying back like a pack of flesh and bones. He could feel it coming; he needed to quicken his pace. He rode her very fast and furious until the orgasm overwhelmed him. He hadn’t had a big O in a long time.
He rolled off her, to the other end of the bed from which he watched her. She was certainly stronger than she looked. Maybe he could convince her to let him screw her from behind if she was not too sore from their just concluded encounter.
Jennifer couldn’t look at him. She knew he was watching her, she wondered what was running on his mind. He was probably cooking his exit strategy. Too bad she’ll be the one to do the walk of shame considering this was his hotel suite. After now, she’ll be counted among his one-night stands. She wasn’t going to stick around until he told her to leave. She was going to leave right away.
George was shocked when he saw her get up and try to straighten her dress. The ladies he screwed always tried to make little talk after the act, they often placed demands, which he gladly met. This Jennifer was getting set to leave instead of telling him about some diamond jewellery she heard was on sale, maybe she had it all. He wasn’t going to let her leave; he was the one who always left and not the other way around.
Jennifer couldn’t tell what he was thinking. She definitely didn’t want to read his thoughts at this moment. She had to leave now, forget George. He might fall for her body for a while, but she doubted it would ever be enough to keep him.
“I’ll send you a new set of panties,” George said from the bed.
Damn, the man was a callous ass. Good thing she hadn’t waited for him to throw her out. Just as she headed for the door, her torn panty landed on her head. She was so furious, why did he have to throw it on her instead of discarding it or storing it as one of his trophies. The man deserved a dirty slap.
George caught her hands and pulled her to himself before she could land the slap. He yanked the neckline of her dress and watched it tear down. He wanted her back in his bed till he was done with her. Gently he planted a soft kiss on her while rolling her over and fondling her breast.
The kiss numbed her feet and squelched every trace of anger. Within a few seconds, she was returning his kisses and grinding against him. This time he made love to her slowly and gently; he fucked her ear with his tongue and gently squeezed her breast while thrusting in and out of her cunt. He’ll take her from behind in the morning.
Jennifer rewarded him with the softest moans ever; he just hoped this sensual lovemaking wouldn’t make her fall in love with him. They rode together until they both climaxed. It was a small o for him this time around.
Tiptoeing around the room after George had slept, Jennifer grabbed the thickest robe she could find in his wardrobe. Wrapped it around her and left to her hotel.
Grand Scheme
If you escape a scheming mum you would never escape scheming brothers. The billionaire bachelor gets note booked.
One month after Jennifer ran off while he slept, George’s ego was still hurt. She wasn’t supposed to leave; he was the one who should have left. The only good thing about that last romp was that it had left him almost asexual. He no longer suffered from sexual rush whenever he thought of her. Just like the rest, he had fucked her. Though he couldn’t deny she had given him the biggest O he had gotten in years. His mom had also cooled in her resolve to marry him. He couldn’t wait to see her this weekend.
Millicent knew all about her son and his dalliance with escort services. Though she never spoke of it, she believed every single, successful man was entitled to his fair share of pussy; her son was even entitled to more considering he was more than successful. She also knew that since that time she had made him come over to Portugal because of her sprain, he had somewhat quit his dalliance with the escorts he used. He paid for a girl to be on his arm all evening whenever the need arose but according to her private investigator, none ever made it to his room.
George and Jennifer had certainly shared more than dinner. She had checked in on Jennifer just before midnight since the hotel had put them in adjacent rooms. Jennifer had been missing. Since
then the girl had been calmly polite to her, sometimes even avoiding her. If George thought she had given up on marrying him off to blue blood, he was merely basking in self-deceit. Millicent vowed never to rest until her son was married off. It didn’t matter if he married broke ass blue blood. Millicent knew all about Jennifer’s financial woes. Her been broke even made it better because she would have to work at making the marriage work. Millicent was willing to do whatsoever it took to see George married, even if it meant paying the high class escort he had hired for the weekend’s event ten times more than her regular fee. This time she was going to rope all her sons into the scheme.
“What was she going to do with her arts degree? " Jennifer pondered. She had only gone through college because at the time it was the fashionable thing to do. She had no marketable skill. Besides who would want to employ a 24-year old with no previous work experience, whatsoever? So far, she had no luck finding a husband; the good ones were all taken. The remaining ones in her social class only wanted a quick fuck.
She had let Nick fuck her with his tiny dangly penis two weeks ago, believing he wanted more than sex. His penis was so tiny that she couldn’t feel a thing when he was inside her. It had felt like someone, bouncing on you whilst making strange sounds you could never fathom. She even had to fake her orgasm for him. She kept her mind cramped with more successful sex escapades; the memories helped her moan at the right time. After one weekend of enduring miserable fuck, the slob had dumped her. He wasn’t ready for commitment.
***
The interior was beautiful, he hadn’t expected less but George couldn’t help feeling a little surprise as he walked through his latest ship. It was a cruise ship; two times the size of the titanic. Tonight he was going to entertain guests aboard while introducing his latest business venture. Everybody who mattered in business circles was going to be present, if you didn’t get an invitation that meant you weren’t deemed important. His brothers and their families had been invited, he even looked forward to seeing his tiny nephews and nieces and spending a little time with them over the weekend.
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