Lesbian Billionaire

by Olivia Hampshire

  “Yes, that’s it. That’s how I like it,” Oscar said. He grabbed Debbie by the hair and pulled her all the way down on his shaft, making her cough and gag. Her nose was pressed into Sheik Omar’s abdomen, and she could smell a thick, dank body odor beneath the many layers of expensive perfume. Yanking on Debbie’s hair, Oscar moved her head back and forth on his cock, sweat dripping from his brow into her eyes. Debbie was having a hard time catching her breath, and was relieved when Oscar gave her a break and moved on to Billy Ann.

  Debbie held Oscar’s shaft with one hand and cupped his balls with the other as Billy Ann sucked on his cock. Oscar seemed like he had reached his limits, his boner was huge and giant blue veins were popping out, throbbing with heat. Debbie gave him a hard squeeze on his ball sack and Oscar let go, splooging a massive stream of thick white cum all over Billy Ann’s face.

  He pulled out his cell phone, took a photograph, and then ordered Debbie to lick Billy Ann clean.

  This was almost too much for Debbie, but if it would help the greater good she would make the sacrifice. Billy Ann held her hand tightly as she licked all the salty cum off, trying her best not to throw up in her mouth.

  “Alright,” Debbie told Sheik Oscar when she had finished. “Now it is time for you to tell us what is really going on.”

  Oscar beckoned for the girls to get dressed, which they did. They sat down on the desk, and listened as Sheik Oscar told them his story.

  He told the women that he was not, in fact, the husband of Amber. Actually, he was her younger brother. Amber was born three years before Oscar, and she had a different father. Amber’s mother was very much in love with this man, who was a very forward thinking type of person that advocated for women’s rights. He was assassinated when Amber was only two years old because he stood up for women, and Oscar’s mother had never gotten over it. Although she remarried for personal appearances, she felt no love for Oscar’s father. It was his mother, Lama, who was the rich one. She was the wealthiest woman in the world, and both Oscar and Amber were able to live lavish lifestyles that most people could never even dream of thanks to Lama’s money. However, Amber was the sole heir to the mother’s fortune, and Oscar, with no work experience and no real skills, was going to be left high and dry once Lama died. Oscar was trying to control Amber, and since he knew she was a lesbian, he decided that he would pose as her husband. If it became well-known that she liked women, Amber would not be in a good position publicly and all the money in the world could not help her out. In exchange for a share of the fortune, Oscar decided to become her fake husband. He let Amber do whatever she wanted when she was alone, but in public he poised as a controlling, dominant man.

  Debbie and Billy Ann were very surprised by this story, but in a way it made sense. Amber certainly did not seem like the type to be bound to a man or want to marry and have kids, and Sheik Oscar had a certain phony, insecure air about him from the beginning.

  Now the women knew the truth about Oscar, but what about Lama?

  They asked Oscar about his mother, where she was located and what she was doing with all of her money, but Oscar just shrugged. He told them he had no idea. He had his own personal bank account set up with infinite funds, as well as several credit cards that Lama paid for. He hadn’t actually spoken to his mother in years, and he had no idea how to find her. As for what she personally was doing with her riches, he told them that their guess was as good as his.

  Billy Ann and Debbie thanked him for the information and returned to their hotel. They both took long, cleansing showers and Debbie washed her mouth out with soap before brushing her teeth a few times.

  The women had just settled down for a nice, long bubble bath and some champagne and television when Billy Ann’s phone began to signal that she had an incoming text message.

  It was Amber, and once again she wanted to meet with Billy Ann alone.

  Debbie let out a long sigh, and snuggled down into the warm bubbles. It was going to be another lonely night for her.

  The Power of Lust

  Amber greeted Billy Ann with an onslaught of kisses. Billy Ann told her what she had learned from Sheik Oscar, and Amber nodded in agreement.

  “It sucks, and he is a horrible man, but in my home country it would never be publicly acceptable to be without a husband at my age. So, I am sort of in a bind. If I want to enjoy my own lifestyle, I need a front man to cover for me. Oscar is desperate for money and worried about what will happen to him when my mother dies, so he is willing to do just about anything,” Amber told her.

  “But what about how rude he was to you in the sky box and how he hurt Nala?” Billy Ann asked her.

  “Mostly just for show. Although he really can’t stand Nala and he beats up on her whenever he has the chance. He is worried she is going to take away some of his fortune by being my beloved servant,” Amber said.

  Nala was looking a lot better tonight. Her head was unwrapped and her makeup covered up any bruising on her nose.

  “Anyway,” Amber said, “don’t worry so much about my brother. We are totally used to it, and it isn’t even bad compared to what a lot of poor girls go through in my country. If I wasn’t in line to be the next richest woman in the world, I would probably be dead by now.” Amber laughed, but Billy Ann did not find it very amusing.

  “That’s horrible, Amber.”

  Amber waved away Billy Ann’s concern with her hands. “Don’t worry about it! Let’s have fun tonight,” she said. “I have some special toys for us!”

  Nala pulled out three sets of beautiful anal beads made out of precious gems, and a three-way dildo – something that Billy Ann had never seen before. “It was custom made just for me,” Amber told her with pride.

  Amber and Billy Ann bent over and presented their naked rears to Nala, who slipped in the fat anal beads one by one until both girls were stuffed. Then Nala preceded to fill her own ass with the brilliant beads. “These must be the world’s most expensive anal beads,” Billy Ann thought to herself, laughing inside of her head.

  “Now, if you think you can handle some more stuffing, let’s get this party started,” Amber yelled with delight.

  The three-way dildo was shaped like a T. It had three thick and chubby, long dongs on each end. The dildos themselves were ribbed and studded for maximum friction. All three women sat in a triangle on the floor of the huge limousine and prepared for penetration.

  Nala went first, the giant dildo sliding easily into her wet pussy. She had been through all sorts of dirty sex training, and even the world’s thickest dildo would be nothing to her.

  Amber went next, wiggling herself onto the thick cock and letting out a little gasp as it went in deep.

  Finally, it was Billy Ann’s turn. She was nervous and had a bit of trouble getting herself ready. Amber noticed this, and she pressed a red button on a side panel of the limousine and the sweet aroma of the aphrodisiac from the sky box began to fill the air. Billy Ann found herself relaxing and moistening, and with a deep breath she slid the dildo inside of herself.

  The women linked arms and pulled each other closer in on the long rods, stuffing their pussies with eight inches of fake cock. Then they let go and went wild. It was a real trip, and the vibrations from the moving car only enhanced the pleasurable sensations.

  Billy Ann licked her lips as she watched Amber slide up and down on her portion of the dildo, rubbing her big tits and moaning in ecstasy. Amber had the most perfect little brown body, with a super tiny waist and thick hips and a fat ass. She reminded Billy Ann of a Disney princess with her amazing curves and her luscious, long black hair. As the aphrodisiac filled the air, Amber gave herself over to pleasure. She was humping like crazy and stuck in a long cum cycle, it seemed like she would never stop having orgasms. Billy Ann and Nala were both a bit more laid back, but it turned them on and made them both cum watching Amber lose herself in the moment.

  When Amber had tired of riding her magic stick, she dismounted and the two other women followed suit.
Amber’s clit was hard and throbbing, and Billy Ann couldn’t help but put her lips on it. She gave Amber the same slow, tantalizing treatment that she had given Debbie only a few hours earlier, teasing the beautiful girl until she gushed buckets in Billy Ann’s mouth. As she was cumming, Billy Ann tugged hard and removed the long chain of anal beads from Amber’s ass with a series of pops. This released another stream of hot fluid, and a series of long, drawn out moans.

  Billy Ann handed Nala the anal beads to suck clean, and then she bent over so that Amber could eat her out. Amber plunged her first into Billy Ann’s pussy, which was well-lubed and super stretched out from humping the three-way dildo. Billy Ann loved it and she thrust her hips back, pushing Amber’s arm farther and farther inside of her. While Amber was fisting, Nala snuck up behind and pulled out the anal beads, sending Billy Ann into a spiral of ecstasy.

  Nala was left to finish herself off as the girls watched, recovering from their orgasms.

  Amber snuggled up close to Billy Ann, resuming the same affectionate kisses that she had greeted the woman with.

  “Was that fun?” she asked Billy Ann.

  Billy Ann nodded and told her that it was great. She always had fun and tried something new and exciting when she was with Amber.

  “I’m so glad,” Amber told her.

  The two sat in a silent embrace for some time before Billy Ann noticed that Amber had tears streaming down her face.

  “What’s wrong?” Billy Ann asked her, becoming alarmed.

  Amber began to sob. She told Billy Ann how much she liked her and how much fun she had been having with her, and how she wished it would never end. Billy Ann reassured the girl that the two of them could spend time together whenever Amber wanted.

  “That’s not the problem though,” Amber said through her tears. Nala had come over and put a reassuring hand on Amber’s shoulder, comforting her.

  “The problem is,” Amber continued, “that my brother Oscar has scheduled for me to have my clitoris removed.” Amber began to bawl.

  Billy Ann was horrified. “You can’t let him do that to you,” she told Amber. “I’ll find a way to stop this.”

  “I don’t know what you can do,” Amber said. “I don’t know what way I have around it. He is threatening to expose me if I don’t go through with the operation. He has all sorts of photos and evidence against me. The only way to stop him would be to find my mother, Lama, and get her to intervene.”

  Billy Ann reassured her that she would find Lama. She told Amber that she was already working on it, and she was sure that she would be able to track down her wealthy mother.

  “I promise you, Amber. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

  Orgasm Hangover

  That night, Billy Ann had a hard time falling asleep. Despite the amazing sex she had enjoyed earlier that day, she felt tense and worked up. She tossed and turned in bed as Debbie slept peacefully and deeply beside her.

  The few times that Billy Ann did manage to fall asleep for a few minutes, she had horrible dreams about people chasing her with knives in their hands. They wanted to cut off her clitoris. They wanted to kill her for being a lesbian.

  Billy Ann stayed awake worrying about the beautiful Amber until dawn.

  Part Three

  Cash Withdrawal

  When Debbie woke up the next morning, Billy Ann told her the bad news, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Debbie tried to comfort Billy Ann with a shoulder rub and some light kisses on the cheek, but Billy Ann just shrugged her off.

  “I’m not in the mood, Debbie,” she whined.

  “Come on, you have to cheer up,” Debbie told her. “Don’t get so worried. We will find a way to stop all of this. We will call Harriet and let her know what is going on, and she will have the team work on tracking down Lama.”

  “I don’t know Debbie,” Billy Ann said with concern. “They haven’t been able to find Lama yet. Even Amber and Sheik Oscar have no idea where she is at. How on earth are we going to find her?”

  Debbie had never seen Billy Ann lose her cool like this. She must really have the hots for Amber. Debbie finally convinced Billy Ann to settle down a bit, and she lay down on the bed and let Debbie give her a long, comforting massage. Debbie pulled out her pocket vibrator and finished Billy Ann off with it.

  Feeling refreshed, Billy Ann got back up and washed the dried tears off her face and reapplied her precision makeup. She returned from the bathroom looking fresh and clean and ready for action.

  The girls called Harriet, and they worked out a plan.

  In the end, they decided that they would stage a kidnapping of Amber. Once the word spread that Amber had been kidnapped, it would only be a matter of time before it reached one of Lama’s people. They would demand a meeting with Lama so that they could be given the ransom money, and that is how they would get to the secretive woman.

  Billy Ann called up Amber and reviewed the plan with her. They would have to stage the hoax to be super realistic, and it was essential that Sheik Oscar did not know it was a trick. Billy Ann suspected that Sheik Oscar, in his fear of losing his fortune if Amber was hurt, would find some way to get a message out to his mother for help. Billy Ann promised Amber that she wouldn’t be hurt, but in order to make things look real Nala would need to be roughed up a little bit, and maybe a few of the harem girls. Amber could be kept “prisoner” in the luxury of Harriet’s penthouse suite, but they would need to take some photos and videos where she looked tied up and scared that they could circulate through the proper channels.

  The plan was set for that night. Amber was going to be in the sky box of “Spread Me,” and a team of Harriet’s top agents, dressed in all black with black face masks, were going to bust into the sky box with guns drawn and kidnap Amber. They would put her in the back of an unmarked van and drive off on a wild goose chase. Eventually, once any vehicle that might be following them had lost the trail, she would be returned to the posh suite for some staged torture photos and to relax with Billy Ann and Debbie.

  That night, everything went according to plan. A few gunshots were fired, but no one was hurt. Nala got a high kick to the underside of her chin that knocked her out and probably left her with a nasty concussion, and a few of the harem girls got scraped up in the confusion, but Amber was unharmed. When she got to the hotel, Billy Ann used her makeup skills to paint bruises and dried blood on her face and body, and then they tied her up naked to a chair with tightly bound ropes. They took a bunch of photos and then recorded a short video on their cell phone where Amber was begging for her life and for her mother.

  Harriet’s team circulated the photos and video through different media and internet channels, and they made sure that copies were delivered to Sheik Oscar as well.

  The girls settled back in their suite, enjoyed some good food and drink, and waited for something to happen.

  After several days of slumber parties and pillow fights, with Debbie watching the loving relationship between Billy Ann and Amber blossom, they finally got a tip. Lama had a private villa in Malmö, Sweden where she was hiding out.

  Harriet decided that it would be best for Billy Ann to stay with Amber and protect her. She decided to send Debbie alone to Sweden. She sent her private jet over to pick Debbie up. Debbie hugged her good friend Billy Ann goodbye, and she gave Amber a hug as well. The younger girl had really grown on her the past few days, and Debbie was really hoping that she would be able to help her.

  Most Wealthy Woman in the World

  Debbie stepped off the plane in Malmö, breathing in the salty ocean air with a deep breath. Sweden was a beautiful country, filled with white people. There were youth on the street everywhere, holding hands or cuddling, giving each other small kisses. They all looked so similar, with their tall statures and their blond hair. Debbie imagined it was pretty easy to love and lose in a country like this, where everyone looked relatively the same. No concern about losing your special someone when there was a whole sea of similar looking men and women to c
hoose from.

  Lama’s villa was located in the Pildammsparken, the “Willowpark Park” neighborhood. It was beautiful and scenic. There was a lovely old water tower that overlooked the tree-lined water, and ducks and geese swam and grazed in the lush green grass lazily. “What a place to live,” Debbie thought to herself. So relaxing and refreshing. The air had a different quality and taste to it than the air in Las Vegas. Debbie knew that Lama’s staff was going to be on high alert now that they had caught wind of the kidnapping, so she needed to use some of her super spy technology to get into Lama’s compound. Debbie was suited up in a tight, all black leather bodysuit with a long silver zipper down the front. She had sporty black heels, and her hair was done up in a tight, thick bun.

  She had several specialized devices that could help her sneak into the compound: a wrist watch type device that showed the presence of people in the area with small blips that got faster as the person approached, a pair of thermal binoculars, and a special type of pepper spray that would knock a person unconscious for up to half an hour. Using these devices, Debbie was able to infiltrate the villa, and make her way to the front office where Lama’s assistant was guarding the inner chamber.

  The secretary looked up at Debbie with a startled expression. Before she could even utter a word, Debbie had cartwheeled over to her and put one hand over her mouth and the other around her neck.

  “Shhh,” Debbie whispered into her ear with a loud hiss.

  Tears welled up in the secretary’s eyes, and Debbie could see a look of fear cloud her face.

  The secretary was a tall Nordic type. She was at least five feet nine inches, and in the tall beige heels she was wearing she stood almost at six feet. Her legs were long and lean and well-muscled. She had on a tight pencil skirt with no pantyhose, and Debbie could see how soft and luscious her well-shaven legs were. She had on a sleeveless, ruffled pink silk tank top that showed off her toned arms. She clearly worked out and took her fitness seriously, but she was just a secretary and no match for a well-trained spy like Debbie. Her eyes were big and blue, and her hair was long and white blond. Debbie could smell a whiff of hashish, and she spied a small hash pipe laying in a desk drawer that was slightly ajar. That might explain how easy it had been for Debbie to creep up on her. It was probably a boring job, with few people ever making it to this inner sanctum, so Debbie could understand that the secretary needed to find ways to keep herself occupied.