Mike and Ken knew their mother was a nosy, impish nightmare whenever she chose to be one. But they couldn’t help agreeing with her on her latest scheme. Their kid brother, George had stayed single for too long. The boy was practically married to his work. They couldn’t fault their mother for trying to hook him up. They may disagree with her insistence on a union between blueblood and money but it didn’t really matter now, a wife was a wife. Thirty-five long years on the earth, certainly deserved a wifey award. They would do their bit to make Millicent’s scheme work out.
An invitation had arrived for Jennifer and her mom. They both knew how important it was to keep up appearance for as long as they could. In a couple of weeks, they may have to leave the country to avoid the looming embarrassment. Jennifer badly needed a date for the weekend, showing up alone would stench of “I can’t best you”. Her family money may be gone but her ego was still alive.
Millicent only called her when she was bored and in need of a chatter buddy. “Hello Milly,” Jennifer piped into the phone. “Okay, I’ll meet you there,” she quickly added after a few seconds pause.
Shopping was a sheer delight especially when your son was a multi billionaire; shop owners scampered to make sure you buy from them. Millicent couldn’t seem to decide on a dress, in the end she got two for herself and insisted on buying three for Jennifer. The girl was probably banking on using one of her old gowns, she wouldn’t let that happen. Millicent insisted until Jennifer gave in and took the three gowns and matching shoes. New clothes were always welcome; too bad she had been unable to purchase any of recent. Milly offered to pick Jennifer and her mum, the next night. She said she didn’t have a date (as though she expected to have one) and would be glad to go with two beautiful women except they had other plans.
His mom was running late, she was supposed to be here since 8 p.m. He had sent a chauffeur to get her hours ago, it was almost 9 p.m and she hadn’t yet arrived. Well, the woman had her way of doing things she would show up at her own time. Though he had seriously looked forward to pairing with her. He badly needed to cover up for his lack of date. His escort had suddenly gotten the flu at the last minute and Mr Sydney couldn’t be reached for a replacement.
She wasn’t a classical beauty but she possessed enough grace to stop make a ballroom pause. Immediately Jennifer stepped aboard the luxury ship with her mom and Milly, all eyes turned to their direction. She felt ready to burst from her gown. From the other end of the ballroom, George smiled at the trio and announced, “Finally, here comes my date and her gorgeous circle.” Light giggles and laughter filled the ballroom. Everybody thought Jennifer was his date, when he was obviously referring to his mother.
He knew she and her mom had been invited, he just never expected her to show up. He strolled slowly and confidently towards them, trying his utmost best to avoid her gaze. All he needed to do was say “Hello” to the women and retrieve his mother so he could show her around.
“Hello Boy,” Millicent crooned immediately. George stopped in front of the trio. She waited for him to exchange pleasantries with Jennifer and her mother before adding, “I had to beg Jennifer here, to rescue you from your date mishap. You really should thank her for shelving her other plans for you,” Millicent added with a note of finality.
George tried hard to hide the look of surprise on his face; he was battling to believe his ears. Just when he thought his mom had given up on marrying him off she makes a comeback. He should have expected it.
Jennifer was speechless and almost paralyzed by shock; Milly really took scheming to another level. The woman was good. Now she was going to have to deal with being by George’s side all night long. She had known she couldn’t avoid him all night but she had not expected to have to endure being his date. Before she could say something stupid, her mother gave her a quick squeeze on the arm and walked off with Milly.
“Wow, you’re just as bad as mom,” George accused her.
“I didn’t plan any of this. I’m just as surprised as you are,” Jennifer replied. “Besides, you don’t have to what she says,” she added.
George coolly gave her his arm and whispered into her ears, “We have a ballroom full of people waiting to meet you, date.”
His light whisper hit her lower down, too bad the man was every bit as arrogant and annoying as she remembered. Jennifer wished she was a kid all over again, so she could throw mighty tantrums to let him know what an ass he was.
Mike and Ken were glad to see that their mother had completely accomplished phase one of the grand scheme. Soon it would be their turn to make phase two happen. They had it all detailed out, even bigger than what their mom expected. They raised their glass to a silent toast between them, "Happy married life baby bro."
She fit on his arm as if she was born to ride in them. The sweet smell of her perfume was slowly messing his senses. For reasons best known to her, she was furious at him though she had the brightest smile plastered across her face. George couldn’t figure out what reason she had to be angry, he hadn’t even had the chance to walk out on her before she had walked out on him.
Together George and Jennifer navigated the ballroom, saying a little something to everybody and nothing to themselves. To the world around them they were a beautiful couple. Jennifer could feel the ladies giving her the side eyes. George couldn’t help noticing the men ogling at Jennifer when they thought their dates weren’t watching.
Finally, it was time to make the big announcement. George moved to the small podium, which was just by the band stand. The room quietened, he first introduced his family, as if they didn’t already know them. He then proceeded to announce that in addition to his company doing their regular commercial shipping, they were introducing a new fleet of ship for luxury cruises. Loud cheers erupted all over the ball room. Just as he finished and set to step down, his brothers joined him on the podium. They probably just wanted to congratulate him, he thought.
Jennifer couldn’t help admiring him. George was physically a fine man. He possessed a beautiful toned face, which softened from the applause that filled the room. Someday, he’ll make his pick of bride. Too bad she had been unable to snag him. Any woman who snagged him would be lucky; the money, influence, and amazing fuck.
“Can we please have your attention, once more?” Mike asked the ballroom which was still thundering with applause. The clapping and cheering died down. "Thank you,” Ken said.
“We want to say something very special to a very special and wonderful woman tonight,” Mike continued. So his brothers had planned a surprise for their mother without letting him in. He was going to play along for now and fight them later.
“You’re like a refreshing ray of sunlight to my life,” Ken said
“You make me come alive,” Mike continued
“I can never imagine a me without you,” George chirped in. He refused to be left out.
“Your beauty makes the stars look dim,” Mike said.
“I could get lost in your eyes forever,” Ken continued
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” George added
The ballroom watched daze, as the brothers continued their recitation. It was indeed a beautiful heart rending moment. Suddenly, Ken and Mike dropped to one knees. A confused George followed stead.
“Jennifer Oswald, please marry us," Mike and ken growled.
All eyes turned on Jennifer, she couldn’t believe what was happening. How was it even possible when George had barely said a word to her all night?
Millicent was shocked beyond words. Her boys definitely took scheming to a whole new level. It took a master schemer to genuinely appreciate the beauty of the moment. George was trapped. He couldn’t back out. He might try to wriggle out of the engagement later, but she would never let him succeed.
Her legs were weak; her dream was finally coming through just when she had given up on it. She certainly had a guardian angel. All eyes in the crowd were on her. Jennifer knew what to do. Slowly, with as much digni
ty as the moment required, she walked to the podium.
Mike brought out a diamond ring from his pocket and handed it to a still confused George. George had been note booked. He had to continue the sham at least for now, later he’ll find out why his brothers had to connive with his mother to hook him up with a girl he wasn’t even sure he liked.
Jennifer accepted the ring from George, now it was time for the kiss. George held her a brief kiss but somehow he couldn’t stop kissing her until the crowd had erupted with loud cheers once again.
Jennifer grabbed him and ran off to her mom. She waved her hands to let the other ladies catch a glimpse of her diamond ring, which was obviously custom made. People thronged around them all night to offer their congratulatory message. George and Jennifer had no single private minute together until dawn when the party ended and the entire guest had left. An assigned driver had chauffeured Jennifer’s mom home, she was too happy to head home. She had a wedding to plan.
The ability to control anger was one of George’s finest virtues but tonight he lost it. Finally, alone with his brothers and mom. George went into a fit of rage. He was so angry that he threw an Elizabethan sculpture to the floor, where it crashed and broke. His brothers were totally unrepentant, telling him it was about time he got married. Since he had refused to do that himself, they had been forced to help him. His mom couldn’t help giggling at whole the drama. Nobody took his rage seriously. His mom even congratulated him in advance and urged him to make the courtship period brief so the wedding could hold before December.
George knew that none of it was Jennifer’s fault. But he was going to make her suffer for it until she decided to break off the engagement herself. He and his family were expected to spend the weekend on the cruise ship but since they had decided to order his life he was going to go somewhere far away for the weekend, where he would show Jennifer all the reasons not to marry him.
There was a romantic bone in the callous ass after all. Most men never thought of whisking their newly betrothed on a brief pre honeymoon trip. Here she was sitting in a chartered plane with her fiancé heading to Venice. The man was still a grouch, he barely spoke to her. All that didn’t matter. What mattered was; he was her grouch.
Sitting beside her did nothing to calm him, it got him even angrier. He never wanted to give away his freedom to any woman, especially not this one. He hadn’t even screwed her from the backside yet, damn. Why did family have to be so meddlesome? He should probably make the best of it while it lasted.
The night seemed to be filled without endless surprises, first the engagement, then his call to cockpit asking not to be disturbed by crewmember because he needed a quiet time with his fiancée. The man wasn’t so bad after all.
He didn’t lack confidence; he just didn’t know how to go about it. She must be pretty surprised over the evening’s events as he was. He had barely spoken a word to her since after the engagement. Maybe he should just ask her straight up if she wanted some mid-air engagement sex.
“Can we get some engagement sex?" George uttered like an idiot.
All he wanted from her was sex. She was sure that was the reason he had engaged her. Good thing she was a bit horny from that kiss they had shared on the podium.
“How do you want it," Jennifer asked teasingly.
“From behind,” George replied with an edge of seriousness in his voice.
He certainly had no sense of humour, good thing he had loads of money to make up for that deficiency. Jennifer slowly took off her clothes, performing a slow strip tease for George’s benefit. She took off her panties and threw it on his face.
The scent of her vagina, which was stuck on her panties, drove George senseless. Maybe a little heads before foreplay. He picked her up and planted her in the seat across him. He put her head on the seat, strapped her legs to both sides of his neck and buried his head in her core. She smelled really good down there. Gently he dipped his tongue into her, sucking away in circular motion. Her pink cunt tasted like vanilla.
Jennifer knew she would have to sign up for yoga as soon as possible if she had to keep up with postures like this one. Was there any part of this man that wasn’t delicious? His tongue felt like they belonged in her cunt. He seemed to be going round in circles, licking and sucking her thoroughly. Soon her cunt was drippy with excitement juice.
Having gotten her wet enough, George dropped her down on her knees, grabbed a condom and slid into her from behind. He took it slowly at first before gradually increasing his pace. It would take just five minutes before she started to complain and ask for a change of position. They always did that. Ten minutes and he was still banging her while she gave him soundtracks which said, “Baby, please don’t stop.” Thirty minutes into it with two big O’s, Jennifer showed no sign of fatigue. She wasn’t just letting him take her from the backside, she was fucking him.
“This engagement was going to be an interesting one,” George smiled to himself. He got another big O, roughly pulled out of her and headed to the bathroom to freshen up as if nothing happened.
Keeping the Ring
George whisks’ Jennifer away to Venice as part of his plans to force her to break their engagement. Sexual passion plus fury is unleashed in Venice, all in a bid to keep the ring.
Beautiful was too simple a word to describe the splendour and outlook of Venice. Venice was every bit as beautiful as she had heard. Jennifer had done a fair amount of holiday travelling, but Venice was new to her. When embarking on a trip, she usually went to tourist cities, which were modern, and currently trending. The atmosphere in Venice was ancient and very welcoming, now she had finally gotten the ring she could at least relax. Her tiny schemes won’t be needed here.
If she thought he had brought her here on some romantic impulse, then she was the world’s number one joker. She should be wondering why he had suddenly proposed and not basking in a faux proposal. After this weekend she would totally abhor him and flinch at the mention of his name.
George loved been in the sky, if he hadn’t become a businessman he would have been a pilot. He never got exhausted after flying. It always felt like a short stroll to him. Too bad, Jennifer looked worn but she’ll have to snap over it. This wasn’t a pre-honeymoon, it was a hell date.
The suite was luscious, very spacy, everything a billionaire’s retreat should be. It was VIP treatment all the way. George has barely spoken a word to her since after they made love in the clouds; he probably had a lot running on his mind. Jennifer headed straight to the shower; she was going to soak in lavender scented water until the fatigue disappeared.
The sound of the water running from the shower was like an invitation to him. He knew she was tired, he just didn’t care. He was horny all over again. He undressed, headed to the shower to join her.
Jennifer stood under the torrent of water, eyes closed. She looked as though she were in a trance. Quietly like a thief he climbed in behind her.
Jennifer knew it was none other but George, she wished he would give her a couple of hours to recover from jet lag. Why was he in such a hurry, when they had just arrived? Damn! he was even messing with her virgin shit hole. She struggled against him, battling to turn around but he held her still.
“George, please I need this moment alone, I’m so tired,” she informed him.
George had no wish of letting her go. It was too early to be tired; he was yet to begin with her. He pushed her toward the edge of the shower, roughly bent her over while holding her to ensure she didn’t lose her footing. With one powerful thrust he penetrated her shit hole.
The pain was intense, Jennifer screamed when he penetrated her. Either her screams were been ignored or they were totally muffled by the running water. She could feel him begin to move. Every thrust brought her more pain than the previous. Why couldn’t he just fuck her cunt if he badly needed to fuck? Gradually, the pain turned into pleasure. Jennifer was shaking all over with sheer delight; happy tears flowed down her tears. Whoever thought she could enjoy
anal sex.
George sensed the moment the first tear of pleasure touched her water streaked cheeks. She should be complaining of fatigue and begging him to stop, not wallowing in pleasure. After what felt like forever to him, he spilled his seed into her shit hole and immediately pulled out of her, leaving the bathroom as quietly as he came in.
Jennifer enjoyed the rest of her shower hour without disruption. She even caught herself singing in the shower, a habit she had dropped long ago. So, the man was a callous ass with a healthy sex appetite. Good thing he knew how to fuck a woman until she cried from over satisfaction. The man needed a little lesson in sexual etiquette; she was totally up to the task.
George prowled around the suite, while Jennifer slept off her jet lag. His first move had been well countered. She had even enjoyed it. His aim had been to shatter her elusions and make her see him like a brute. He had meant to cause her pain but somehow he had ended up pleasuring her. He needed to step up his game if he must be cut lose from this engagement. He was sure his mother was going to take the liberty of planning their wedding even in their absence.
Jennifer opened her eyes slowing, taking in the details of her surrounding one at a time. The darkness beyond the window told her it was evening already. Her stomach growled from emptiness. She could give an arm for dinner in bed right now.
“Good to see you’re awake. We have dinner reservations by 8 p.m,” George announced cutting Jennifer out of her reverie.
He couldn’t help but notice her slight limp, everybody else would see at as swagger but he knew it was there because of him. Fucking her shithole had left its mark on her. She looked almost radiant tonight; the blue colour of her dress accentuated her eyeballs. How come he had never noticed she had blue eyeballs, maybe that was because he always assumed that blue eyeballs were a sole property of blondes.
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