Lily and the Billionaire: The Complete Collection

by Ana Vela

  "Stand up and strip!" she commanded, and he eagerly obeyed, jumping to his feet. First he began revolving slowly around the middle of the floor, gyrating his hips snakily as he slowly pulled his orange T-shirt up his chest and then over his head. Watching her hypnotically, he dropped it to the floor, still dancing on the spot; his movements turning her on more and more. He felt her growing arousal and basked in it, smiling in deep pleasure as he began rubbing his hands over his hairy chest, following the thick fuzzy line which led from his belly button down, down…Still drinking in her attention with his eyes, he began undoing the fly of his jeans.

  She was sitting forwards on the edge of the sofa following his every move; also gyrating slowly as she unconsciously followed him. He pulled his jeans open, still spinning before her. Then with one long, graceful movement he slid off his jeans and pants, uncovering his long thin penis which was swelling the more she looked at it.

  She leaned forwards, locking eyes with him; revelling in his performance. He began stroking that engorging penis, transfixing her…

  Then suddenly he took his eyes from hers and began prancing around wildly, his trousers and pants around his ankles. Spinning, he reached down and tore them off without pausing in his dance; holding them above his head and spinning them round and round as he continued slinking and gyrating his hips and pelvis.

  It was an exquisite mix of sexual dance and clown and Lily, finding it just the right balance for her, jumped up and pulled off her own top, dancing round and round Eugene in equal merriment.

  They thrust their pelvises at each other friskily, Lily feeling her pussy becoming wetter and wetter as she watched his gorgeous member bouncing around her. She felt her growing desire and knowing that she had to progress things further she ordered:

  "Take me to the bedroom!"

  Instantly, he grabbed her hand and, still dancing, they whirled into the next room; Lily relishing his lightning-quick responses to her commands.

  They entered the bedroom and she flicked her hand at him, gesturing him to the bed. He fell back onto it, and laughing she said,

  "Now watch me".

  She began her own gyrating dance, shaking her still bra-clad boobs at him, leaning forwards so that he could almost touch them… then back, still shaking, grinning teasingly.

  She had not anticipated how fantastic dancing like this could feel. She rarely went dancing; being so busy working or so broke, and had forgotten how much she enjoyed simply letting go and moving her body. While she was still aware that Eugene was watching, she was dancing with increasing delight for herself and no-one else; throwing her body dizzily around the room and wriggling in all of the most delicious ways she knew how. Eugene watched, absolutely captivated by her trance.

  Totally engrossed in the amazing feeling of dancing, she threw all of her clothes off as if she was alone. Only as she was tossing the last item - her purple cotton knickers - to the floor, did she suddenly turn as if noticing Eugene for the first time. He stared at her, moving towards her without thought for what he was doing. She stood before him, naked, moist, and trembling.

  He crawled over the bed to her, stopping with his head just touching her quivering pussy. He sighed, inhaling her arousal, and slowly stuck out his tongue to tap her with its tip. She shuddered all over, and he licked again, exploring further in this time. As if in a daze she rocked back and forth on his mouth, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he tongued her with increasing energy. She was still panting a little from her intense dancing, and he could feel the throbbing passing through her whole body.

  Deeper and deeper he probed his tongue, making her gasp and grab his back for support; digging her nails deep into his shoulders as she swivelled on top of him, and joining in her rhythm he swirled inside her.

  "Oooh yeah" she groaned as, lapping eagerly, he found a particularly sensitive spot. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of power as she remembered that he would only do what she wanted. 'Hmm', she thought. 'Maybe it's time to play with this a bit more…?'

  Her eyes opened, gleaming mischievously. She thrust her pussy on top of Eugene's tongue, rotating herself around him some more, then took him by the back of the head and pulled him slowly up. He came obediently, licking her juices from his face in glee.

  She pushed him back onto the bed and advanced towards him, crawling low like an animal and flashing looks of primal passion. He lay still, submissive, in mock powerlessness; throwing his head from side to side in delight as she began sliding over him with different parts of her body; her boobs; her belly; sweaty from the dancing and slipping against his beautifully. She brought her face level with his and, bending, softly kissed him. Then, feeling her unleashed animalistic desire building up inside her she began to grind him passionately, feeling with her hand for his excited and ready penis and rubbing him on her entrance. They growled at each other in pleasure as they continued kissing and she brought her pussy slowly down over his cock; squeezing. He felt good inside her.

  She began to experiment; rocking up and down on top of him; watching him lying underneath her. He gazed up at her; his eyes encouraging her with every move she made; his body shuddering in delight below hers.

  "Oh yeah, you got me, baby!" growled Eugene. "You can do whatever you want to me…"

  Incensed by this encouragement, she began to fuck him harder, pulling him deeper and deeper inside her with her pelvic muscles as she began to pound herself on top of him; finding her perfect rhythm and location as he complied to her every move. He was letting her explore herself exquisitely, and she now felt an unstoppable energy powering her thrusts as she danced more, fucking him with a profound intensity.

  "Oh-oh-oh-oh yeeeeah!" cried Eugene, gripping her thighs with his nails as she began screaming, her whole body shaking in a paroxysm of pleasure as her orgasm began to creep inexorably over her. She threw her head back, bouncing up and down on him; sending the bed and indeed the whole room jiggling around. He groaned in bliss at her beautiful body convulsing on top of him and around him; her boobs springing about above his head as she pounded him, letting out one long scream as she came, still fucking him as hard as she could.

  After several seconds she rocked to a stop, still gripping him hard inside her, and pushed her long, sweaty hair out of her eyes to grin down at him in playful sublimity.

  He grinned back, equally satisfied - for a second or two at least.

  Then, caressing her lustfully, he stared into her eyes and suggested, "now how would you like to switch roles?"

  She was completely blissed-out and tingling all over with a satisfaction that she had rarely felt from her sexual partners. In this peaceful state she felt ready for anything.

  "Sure", she smiled, squeezing him with her pussy to emphasise the acquiescence. He moaned, and then slowly disentangled himself from her, pushing her gently on to the bed so that they were lying facing each other, side by side. He rolled his head to her and kissed her, passionately; making her soaking pussy even wetter in anticipation.

  "Now", he whispered, lightly fingering her moist parts, eliciting shivers from Lily, "you have to do everything I command…"

  He sat up, and reached behind her head into a bedside drawer, returning with a pair of handcuffs covered in bright pink synthetic fur. He gazed down on her, hand on hip, frowning. Lily also gazed up, suddenly somehow unsure of this new game.

  "Well, now I have captured you, sexy creature!" proclaimed Eugene, "but I have to make sure that you will not break free!" He began to attach the handcuffs to one of Lily's wrists; but she, beginning to have misgivings, thrashed around, not letting him. She was remembering the fiasco of Daniel trying to tie her up and losing his erection when she would not submit.

  'But why should I submit?' flashed through Lily's head. 'I've been around enough selfish, controlling men in my life: I was brought up by one! I have the right to be independent!'

  She thrashed even more, dislodging Eugene's grip on her wrist. 'Why won't he take the hint?' thought Lily, then s
he realised that Eugene, his penis standing proud and straight, thought she was joining in the role-play and was clearly enjoying it very much.

  "Wait!" gasped Lily, as he continued playing with her wrists, "I…I don't want to play anymore".

  "Oh, ho, ho!" laughed Eugene delightedly, "you don't have a choice!"

  He lunged at her, making a good attempt at handcuffing her, but Lily was beginning to panic now and her resistance was stronger.

  "I mean it!" she shouted, sitting up and pulling her wrists to her breasts.

  Eugene stopped and looked at her curiously. Staring back in defiance, she couldn't help but notice his erection still going strong and pointing invitingly straight at her.

  "Lily", said Eugene gently, "it's only a game…"

  Lily shook her head, confused. "But I don't want to play it".

  He continued gazing at her, handcuffs dangling from his fingers, and she thought she could see a faint smile playing underneath that moustache. She shifted uncomfortably, not so sure of herself now.

  "I don't want to be dominated by anyone", she explained vehemently.

  “Ha ha!" cried Eugene. "Now I see. Don't worry, Lily, everything is alright".

  Smiling, he moved closer to her, brushing her lightly with the glimmering tip of his dick.

  "You have to remember that we are only acting", he pointed out. "You may not tolerate any man dominating you; but what about your character?"

  Lily stared at him, considering; as he began rubbing himself playfully against her.

  "But my character is me…" she began, but Eugene shook his head at her, making her body shake too as he rubbed her more.

  "That's the whole fun of acting," he whispered in her ear, sticking his tongue out and licking her for a second, "we can be whatever we want…"

  She could feel her resistance to him consciously; almost like a dam trying to hold back a huge store of water, deep and powerful. And maybe, just maybe, she wanted to feel that power released… flowing through her…?

  "So why not try it?!" he added, waving the handcuffs enticingly.

  She could feel the waves of her orgasm still throbbing through her, sensitising her delicate parts which were demanding more. She wriggled around, glancing up at Eugene, who was still waving the handcuffs in invitation.

  "It's just pretending", he said. "But I think you might really, really enjoy it…"

  "Well…Ok", said Lily, captivated by the newness of such a concept. She had never consciously pretended to be the opposite of something that she felt that she was before. 'Now that's a funny thing to think!' she thought as she considered this; but thereafter her thoughts were not so loud.

  Eugene was advancing on her, and she lay back on the bed, wriggling in mock-terror, and said "Oh no, you've captured me!"

  "And I'm going to make sure you can't escape!" added Eugene, making a grab for her wrist. At the last second Lily whipped it away, surprising him; but as he looked down she grinned coyly and he knew she was still playing. He lunged at her, rolling around on top of her; rubbing her with his shaft and pinning her down with both hands on both of her wrists. She writhed in delight, enjoying the feeling of his strength in such close proximity to her softness.

  "Now what are you going to do to me?!" she gasped, as he began successfully to attach her right wrist with the handcuffs to the horizontal head-post of his bed.

  "I'm gonna do whatever I want", he growled in her ear, advancing down her body and rubbing his face into her pussy, making her yelp in pleasure.

  "Oh yes", he added, "I think it's exactly what you want, too!"

  Slowly, he rolled his tongue around inside her; revolving all the way around; making her squirm. Taking his tongue out, he stuck his fingers in, dancing them right up inside her; stroking vigorously.

  She writhed around; exposing her bottom to him, and he grabbed it with the hand that was not rubbing inside her, and lightly smacked her.

  "Oh!" cried Lily in surprise.

  "Oh yes," growled Eugene, "you've been a naughty girl!"

  He took his hand out of her pussy, and grabbed her by the waist. For a second she instinctively resisted, but then she remembered who she was pretending to be, and went limp in his arms. She was amazed with how quickly and gently he could manipulate her; although he did not look particularly muscular, he was clearly very strong. She shivered, relishing his manliness.

  He pulled her around on the bed so that she was kneeling; sliding her handcuffs along the head-post to put her in a comfortable position. Now she was on all fours; except for that her right hand was attached to the bed. She looked round at him, her eyes gleaming, and wiggled her bum coquettishly.

  "I suppose you want to…punish me, then?" she prompted, grinning.

  "It's what you deserve!" agreed Eugene, beginning to spank her lightly. Every spank produced a yelp of glee from Lily; arousing him more and more. He licked his fingers; tasting her on him; and then pushed them inside her again, resuming the spanking with mounting enthusiasm. The adrenaline from the slight pain mixed with the pleasure being caused by his fingers was exciting her irresistibly. She wanted more of this game.

  "Oh, yes, punish me!" she cried, gyrating herself around on his fingers; pushing her bottom out more and more as he spanked her again.

  "Very naughty!" cried Eugene, "I know what I have to give you!"

  Almost trembling with anticipation, he leaped up and took his dick in his hand, sliding it gently into her pussy and holding on to her reddening bum cheeks.

  Both gasped in deep satisfaction as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside her; Lily more and more turned on by the novelty of being completely compliant with everything that he did. As she followed his every thrust inside her, she felt him penetrate deeper and deeper; finding her more and more.

  "Ah yeah, Lily, you deserve a good fucking!" cried Eugene, and he began pounding her, harder and harder; she following his rhythm, gasping in pleasure.

  "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!" groaned Lily, feeling his ecstasy drawing her on.

  Responding, Eugene grabbed her back for support as he thrust with frenetic energy in and out of her. Pounding and pounding, he let go of her shoulders to spank her again, shouting "Ooooh yes!" as his pitch heightened even more, and with them both screaming together he came in a frenzy inside her.

  *******

  Now she was staring at herself in a kind of dreamy meditation; poking thoughtfully at her breasts as she considered what she was going to wear that evening.

  Her shift at work had passed in a post-orgasmic haze, and now she was tingling in excitement as the appointed time for her to meet Edwin drew ever nearer. Remembering last night's adventures, she had emptied more or less her entire wardrobe around her tiny bedroom, and was pondering, 'so which character do I want to play tonight?'

  If she thought about Edwin, she really had no idea which character he was going to be. While she had been the one to call him to ask to meet, it was he who had suggested that he would make the arrangements for the evening; so she had no idea what surprises he was planning to spring on her. The man was certainly mysterious.

  ‘But he's taking me out to dinner', she thought, 'so that means any kind of restaurant outfit is probably a safe bet…' But which?

  She had already wriggled into, and then out of again, a couple of brightly coloured tight-fitting mini dresses; discarding them as being too skimpy. 'Besides', she reasoned, 'if the food is really good I don't want to be wearing anything too tight!' However, she wasn't sure how much she would be able to eat. Of course she had been for dinner dates before, but had never felt so much…electrifying anticipation at the prospect of one before. It may have been something to do with the lingering feelings from the intriguing explorations she had had the previous night.

  Or it could have been simply the memory of Edwin's eyes; his powerful presence; and her most recent encounter with him. She was almost drooling at the recollection. True, it had not been a physical encounter as such; she had dreamed that she and
Edwin were having amazing sex; yet her dream seemed to fit so perfectly with his character in real life that she could not help but wonder what treats might be coming…

  It was a little annoying, though, that she had no idea where he would take her. She stood gazing at herself in long, loose cotton trousers and a floaty, flower-printed top, before slowly shaking her head. Too middle-class hippy. She considered that the only times she had seen him he had been very smartly turned out, in a well-fitted suit, and so reasoned that he would probably want to take her to quite a fancy restaurant, and she would do well to be nicely turned out too. Satisfied with this logic, she swept her hands through the disordered pile on the floor, rummaging in deep concentration. Finally, from the furthest reaches which her hand could penetrate, she triumphantly fished out a smart little black dress. Pulling it over her head, she watched herself approvingly. Not too tight; quite demure; yet still suggestively accentuating her in all the right places. Of course she would have to fix her hair, maybe put some nice tasteful jewellery on, but she was more or less happy with her character.