Lesbian Billionaire

by Olivia Hampshire

  The man grabbed Amber by the chin and put his face close to hers.

  “I have a special surprise waiting for you,” he told her. “A special punishment for being such a sick cunt.” He cleared his throat, drew up a loogie, and spit it in her face.

  “Now get the hell out of here, Amber. You totally disgust me. You should be stoned to death you messed up bitch.” He pushed Amber towards the door, and she left with a look of devastation on her face, her head hanging low and her eyes on the ground.

  Debbie and Billy Ann were left alone in the sky box with the well-dressed brute. He pulled a flask out of his pocket and poured them all a shot. Debbie and Billy Ann looked at him with hesitation.

  “Don’t worry,” he told them. “I’m not into American women and I don’t fuck with that aphrodisiac shit like Amber. She is a crazy slut, she has lost her mind and she has lost all respect. Drugging people into crazy sex orgies. She would be killed for something like that back home. She should be killed for something like that. It brings shame and dishonor to all Saudis.” He punctuated this by downing his shot and slamming his glass down hard on the table.

  “Who are you?” Debbie asked. Both she and Billy Ann left their drinks untouched. Regardless of what this man said or claimed, they had just watched him treat all the beautiful girls in the room with extreme brutality and they weren’t about to share a drink with him or trust any words that came out of his mouth.

  “I am the Sheik Omar,” he told the women. He helped himself to the two shots he had poured for the girls, seeing that they were not planning on drinking them. He downed them both quickly and without flinching. Clearly, he was a heavy drinker. “I am Amber’s husband,” he told the women. Debbie and Billy Ann were surprised. They definitely did not see a ring on Amber’s finger, and she didn’t seem like the type who was much into men.

  The two women’s thoughts were interrupted as Sheik Omar pulled a knife out from his pants and suddenly stabbed it into the countertop of the bar. Debbie and Billy Ann looked at the giant, razor sharp blade with wide eyes. Like everything else they had seen tonight, its handle was encrusted in hundreds of diamonds.

  “I’m giving you ladies just one warning,” the Sheik Omar told them. “If I ever see you anywhere around my wife Amber again, I will not hesitate to kill you. In fact, I will slice your throats open with pleasure.” He smiled an evil, wide grin. “Do you ladies understand what I am telling you?”

  Debbie and Billy Ann nodded their heads in agreement.

  “Good,” Sheik Omar said slyly. He removed his knife from the table and put it back in its sheath. He flashed them a snakelike smile, and then he exited the sky box without another word.

  Trillion Dollar Pussy

  The next morning, Billy Ann and Debbie were enjoying a light breakfast that room service had delivered to Harriet’s penthouse suite. Hearing about all of the trouble, Harriet had chartered her private jet to Vegas so that she could meet with her employees and ensure that they were alright.

  Billy Ann and Debbie recounted what had happened the night before as Harriet nodded and sipped from a cup of piping hot tea. They told her about all of the diamonds and the expensive clothes, and Billy Ann showed her the beautiful multi-million-dollar necklace that Amber had given her in the sky box.

  “Well, that sure is an expensive gift for one night of lovemaking,” Harriet laughed. “I hope you aren’t considering becoming a prostitute, Billy Ann. You have no idea what sort of nasty stuff these Saudis get up too. They will buy you anything you want because they are so rich off of oil money that price means nothing to them. But in return they will degrade you so bad you won’t even feel human by the time they are done with you. The men especially get off on white women, and they like to humiliate and torture them just to prove that they can. It proves their belief that Western women will sell their souls for some riches.”

  Billy Ann reassured Harriet that she had no intention of becoming a prostitute for the Saudis.

  “That’s good to hear,” Harriet said. “It isn’t just the men out there with big money. There are a lot of rich lesbians in Saudi Arabia too. Of course, they are all in the closet. Most of them are married to horrible, tyrant men who have no money of their own but they boss around their rich ‘wives’ because that is simply how things are done out there. And the women put up with all of it for the sake of public opinion and saving face. There is really no point in being wealthy if you are stoned to death.”

  Harriet filled Billy Ann and Debbie in on some of the information she had gleaned from her past visits to Saudi Arabia, horrifying the girls with tales of repression and bigotry.

  “It’s all just so sad,” Billy Ann said with real sincerity.

  “It sure is,” Harriet agreed. “If only there was some way that we could help to free these women. If only we could get the really rich Saudi Arabian women to come out of the closet. If we could do that, then women throughout the world would have a whole new life, especially women in the Middle East.”

  Debbie and Billy Ann agreed.

  “Amber’s mother is the wealthiest woman in Saudi Arabia, and actually in the entire world. Her name is Lama. If we could reach her and convince her to speak out, I am sure we could change things for the better,” Harriet told them. “The only problem is that I have no idea how to reach her.”

  Harriet told the women that she would go back to her mansion and put a team of investigators on the case. Once she tracked down Lama, she would contact Debbie and Billy Ann for further instructions.

  “For now,” Harried told them, “just enjoy Las Vegas and see if you can find out anything new.”

  Richest Pussy in the World

  Debbie and Billy Ann were back in their own hotel room, getting ready to go out for the night. Billy Ann was in a silk teddy, applying her makeup with expert precision, when her phone started to vibrate.

  It was a text message from Amber. She wanted to meet with Billy Ann alone.

  Billy Ann told Debbie, who reassured her that she was fine spending a night by herself. Billy Ann finished getting dressed, and then she waited in the hotel lobby for the ride that Amber had sent to fetch her.

  A giant gold-plated Hummer stretch limousine pulled up in front of the lobby doors. The driver honked his horn at Billy Ann, who exited the lobby. A concierge escorted her to the car, and helped her inside. The inside of the limo was lavish, just as amazing as the sky box had been. Amber and Nala were seated in the car. Amber had a beautiful green mini dress on that brought out the remarkable green of her eyes and she was wearing a sparkling tiara on top of her carefully coiffed hair. Nala was dressed in a strappy silver outfit and her head was wrapped in a beautiful shiny scarf that covered up her sore nose.

  Billy Ann sat down between the girls, and Nala passed her a pipe filled with opium that was already smoldering. Billy Ann took a hit of the potent drug, and relaxed back into the big leather seats of the Hummer.

  The girls made light chit chat as they drove along the streets of Las Vegas, admiring the lights and the well-dressed throngs of people. The limo was quickly filling up with smoke, and Billy Ann was feeling relaxed and high. She jumped slightly when she felt Nala’s hand graze her arm, and then she let go of her tension and gave into the warm feeling of the opium.

  Amber told Billy Ann that Nala was her servant and personal sex assistant, and she would do anything that Billy Ann requested. She ordered Nala to give Billy Ann a relaxing massage as Billy Ann thought up what she would like to wish for. Nala’s hands felt great on Billy Ann’s shoulders, which were still a little tense from the air travel and sleeping in a hotel bed. Billy Ann took another hit from the opium pipe, and thought about what she would like to have Nala do. She remembered Harriet talking about humiliation and degradation, and she wondered if Nala was that type of girl.

  When Nala finished her massage, Billy Ann ordered her to clean out her asshole with her tongue. Billy Ann leaned over and removed her panties, and Nala got to work. Amber held back Nala’s hair
as she licked Billy Ann’s ass clean with her pink tongue. Billy Ann let out a small fart in Nala’s face, and she was surprised that the girl breathed it in deeply, seeming to drink it up. Nala began licking Billy Ann’s asshole with increased intensity.

  “She likes dirty things,” Amber told Billy Ann. “She is a servant and a slave and she lives to eat your shit and piss. She’s a human toilet,” Amber said. Amber rolled up her dress and moved her panties to the side and gestured for Nala’s mouth. Billy Ann watched as Amber pissed a golden stream of hot urine down Nala’s throat, splashes of the yellow liquid getting in Nala’s eyes and all over her face.

  “What she really loves is shit,” Amber told Billy Ann. “Let’s work something up for her,” she suggested. She ordered the limo driver to make a stop, and led Billy Ann into an exclusive back dining area in a fancy Middle Eastern restaurant. Billy Ann dined on all sorts of dishes she had never tasted before in her life, with lots of herbs and spices. The opium had given her a bit of an appetite, and Billy Ann allowed Nala to feed her dates for dessert.

  The girls got back in the limousine after dinner and resume fucking around, this time on full bellies. Amber and Billy Ann leaned back in their seats and let Nala take turns eating out their pussies. She moved back and forth, mingling the two women’s juices together and getting her face and scarf all sloppy.

  Then the women turned around and showed Nala their asses. Billy Ann had a tiny, slim butt that looked childish in comparison to Amber’s behemoth butt cheeks. Nala put her face deep in Amber’s butt crack and inhaled her farts. Then Amber gritted her teeth and pushed out a nice turd to feed her sex pet. Nala ate it with relish, and then turned her attention to Billy Ann. Billy Ann was new to this sort of practice and feeling a bit bashful, but she managed to push out a small piece of shit for Nala. Nala licked both of the women’s buttholes clean, wiped off her face, and lit another pipe for them to share.

  Stomachs feeling relieved, Billy Ann and Amber got it on in the back of the limousine, grinding pussy to pussy until they collapsed in a sea of cum.

  Billy Ann took a short opium nap, and when she awoke she found that the limousine was parked in the hotel lobby. Both Amber and Nala were gone. A hotel concierge came and helped Billy Ann out of the car. Billy Ann went up to the hotel room she was sharing with Debbie, and drew herself a nice, hot bath.

  The evening had been fun, but Amber got down in ways that Billy Ann was not familiar with. She felt a little bit uncomfortable, and rather unclean. Still, the lingering opium high let her nod off in a peaceful slumber amid the hot water and bubbles.

  Dickless and Poor

  The next day, Billy Ann was recounting her interesting sexploits from the night before over a delicious hotel breakfast. Debbie found herself rapidly losing her appetite, and she pushed her eggs around on her plate without taking a bite. She settled for her bloody Mary, drinking it down fast.

  Before they could finish their conversation, Debbie’s phone rang. It was a call from Harriet. Harriet notified the women that their first task would be to discover the true identity of Sheik Oscar. Despite all of their excellent technology and training, Harriet’s research team was unable to find any records about the man. It was up to Billy Ann and Debbie to track him down and find out all about him.

  Debbie and Billy Ann accepted the assignment, and decided the best course of action would be to hit all of the top night clubs in Las Vegas and try to gather information about Sheik Oscar. He was a rich man and he had a presence at Spread Me, so it seemed likely that regular club-goers in the area might know a thing or two about him, or about where he could be found.

  This called for a bit of shopping, because Debbie and Billy Ann had not planned for such a long stay in Vegas, nor the amount of nightlife they were going to be participating in. They headed over to the Forum Shops at Caesar’s Palace to buy some dresses from Versace. Billy Ann picked out a gorgeous black mini that showed off her slim, boyish figure. Debbie opted for a contrast panel dress with a high slit on the left leg. They treated themselves to a pair of new shoes and matching handbags, and then grabbed a drink and a light lunch.

  Debbie hired a black stretch limo to take them club hopping, and they travelled through some of the most expensive night clubs in Vegas, gathering hints about Sheik Oscar’s whereabouts. Everyone seemed to know who he was, but no one could tell them much about him, besides the fact that he had money.

  Finally, the women ran into one of Sheik Oscar’s prized escorts, and they paid her to tell them his whereabouts. Oscar was the owner of a small, exclusive night club and strip bar called Fantasy, and he could typically be found in the back office drinking alone or in the company of an escort. She gave them her name and a code-word to use at the door so that they could be let in without any trouble.

  Club Fantasy was small, but super luxe. All of the strippers were of Middle Eastern descent, and they were clad in beautiful jewel necklaces and diamond G-strings. Small groups of men were clustered around the main catwalk, smoking cigarettes and drinking. Many of them turned their heads and watched with suspicious attention as Debbie and Billy Ann made their way to the back office.

  Sure enough, they found Sheik Oscar inside, drinking shots from a bottle of Dalmore whiskey and texting furiously on his cell phone.

  He looked up from his phone with surprise as the women shut the door behind them.

  “What are you doing here?” He demanded.

  “Well, Sheik Oscar,” Debbie began. “To be honest, we couldn’t get you out of our heads. We have been talking all day about how much we wish we had taken you up on your drinks the other day in the sky box.”

  Sheik Oscar shook his head, “I told you already. White women aren’t my thing.”

  “Are you sure?” Debbie asked in a whisper. She walked over to Oscar and put her hand on his pants, grazing his flaccid penis as she whispered in his ear. “I am sure there are plenty of things we can show you that you haven’t experienced before.”

  Oscar laughed. “I own a strip club and I am the top client for some of the most expensive escorts in the world. You really think there is something of interest that you could show me?”

  Debbie pulled her tits out from her dress and put Oscar’s hand on them. He paused for a second, and then began to fondle her. Debbie could see that his penis was growing chubbier. “I guess he doesn’t dislike white women so much after all,” she thought to herself.

  Billy Ann came behind Debbie and put her hands on top of Oscars, guiding him as he squeezed and caressed Debbie’s large chest.

  “We could show you some secrets about women,” Billy Ann told him.

  Billy Ann and Debbie undressed and began to kiss each other. Billy Ann sat down in Sheik Oscar’s lap and felt his dick growing harder and harder as he watched her make out with Debbie.

  Debbie began licking and sucking on Billy Ann’s tiny nipples, letting Oscar get a good view of the way she teased her partner. Billy Ann began to moan softly, and Oscar felt dampness on the leg of his pantsuit. His boner was really beginning to throb.

  Oscar cleared off the counter of his office desk, and the girls got on top. Debbie was on the bottom, and the smaller Billy Ann was on top. Oscar removed his hard cock from his pants and began to stroke himself as he watched the two women pleasure each other. His dick head was red and swollen, and he stroked it slowly and lovingly, having no problem retaining his rock hard erection.

  Billy Ann spread Debbie’s pussy lips wide so that Oscar could get a good view, and then she dove in and attacked Debbie’s clitoris with her tongue. Debbie screamed in pleasure and her clit swelled up in Billy Ann’s mouth. Oscar watched as Billy Ann expertly toyed with Debbie’s pussy, bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then slowing down. She was teasing Debbie and working her up to the ultimate orgasm. Billy Ann gently inserted two of her long, thin fingers in Debbie’s wet pussy hole and began to finger her as she licked her clit. Debbie came all over Billy Ann’s hand with a long moan, and began thrusting her hips up and
down in the air.

  Sheik Oscar began stroking furiously. His face was red and his dick felt hard like when he was a teenage boy watching porn for the first time. His balls were tight and tense, ready to let out a stream of ejaculate at any moment.

  Debbie and Billy Ann began tribbing on the desk top, their swollen pussies undulating against each other. Sheik Oscar was getting too horny, and he was about to bust a nut. He stood up and held his hard cock out for one of the women to suck, but they both refused.

  “Suck my cock,” he begged them.

  Debbie and Billy Ann shook their heads.

  “How much money do you want?” he asked desperately. “Please, I have such a fat load. It would be such a shame to waste it on myself. Don’t you girls want to taste the seed of a wealthy sheik?”

  The women did not reply.

  Sheik Oscar was growing frustrated, and he stomped his feet on the ground like a little boy. Debbie could not help herself from laughing at the display. “What a child,” she thought.

  Debbie and Billy Ann began rubbing their tits together as they grinded, their hard nipples pressing against each other. It felt so good, neither woman could help but cum, despite the distraction from Sheik Oscar.

  “Tell us who you are and what you are doing with Amber, and we will give you what you want,” Debbie told him. She gave his cock a quick jerk in a gesture of good will, being careful not to make him cum as she did so.

  “Fine, fine. I’ll do anything you want. Just gobble this royal cock,” Oscar told them.

  Debbie and Billy Ann weren’t too interested in cock guzzling, but when a job had to be done sometimes there was no way around these things. Oscar placed his hard rod between the two girls, and gasped as they licked the sides of his shaft in unison. Debbie took his cock into her mouth and began to suck with a look of revulsion on her face, while Billy Ann cupped and sucked on his ball sack. Debbie could taste a thick, sticky mess of pre-cum in her mouth and it almost made her throw up. She gagged on Sheik Oscar’s cock, which was continuing to grow inside her warm mouth.