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  IN THE COMPANY OF BILLIONAIRES

  Ashley Rivers

  Copyright 2013 Ashley Rivers

  Smashwords edition

  This ebook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locations is coincidental.

  DISCLAIMER:

  The material in this book is for mature audiences only; contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those over the age of 18+ only.

  Part 1

  Intro

  I felt horny. Very horny. No – scratch that. I felt lonely. In fact, I felt downbeat more than lonely. I’d recently committed an offense that had led to the subsequent dismissal of my person from my employment. Hence, I was currently jobless, with impending homelessness not far from the horizon.

  I lived in a studio apartment in SoHo, New York, and it was a place that ate away a large chunk of the salary that I earned from a school where I taught kids the tricks of geometry and algebra. Yeah, go ahead and laugh; Irena Thompson teaching high school Math sounded funny even to me.

  But there I was, barely a year out of college, and found myself a high school teacher with no clue about life and what I really wanted to do with it. It was a gig I did for close to two years, and would end abruptly, with the school firing me for “unprofessional conduct” – their term, not mine.

  I love fucking, and I don’t state that lightly, because I really love fucking. When it comes to pleasing my body in that time-worn method, I observe no rules, and I know no boundaries. I confess that on occasion I’ve been with women as fuck partners, but I’m more often inclined to want a dick inside my pussy than a pussy rubbing against my pussy.

  Right now I wanted a dick so much I could feel myself creaming my panties just thinking about it. And God I wanted some intimacy! I wanted to rub my body against a man’s naked body and feel his hands holding me strong and hard. I wanted to grab a man’s cock and balls in my hand and stroke him until he came. I wanted…Shit! I wanted a fuck so bad I think I was losing my mind.

  What’s one to do?

  I think it is absolutely necessary in a young woman’s life to have friends with benefits on speed dial. I got one such friend. Named Taraje Jackson, he is a 26-year-old financial adviser who works for one of the big Wall Street banks. He lives in a two-bedroom apartment in the Chelsea district of Manhattan. I decided to call him and asked only one question when he answered his phone. ‘Where are you?’

  ‘My place.’

  I ended the call and caught a cab to take me there. In twenty minutes I was knocking at the door of his apartment. When he opened the door, an annoyed frown crossed his face.

  ‘What the fuck are you doin’ here?’

  Not exactly the enthusiastic response I’d been expecting. ‘I need a fuck.’

  ‘We are friends, Rena. Friends don’t just go around fucking each other. It’s not normal.’

  Just for the record, my name is Irena. Taraje’s omission of the first vowel of my name is his own choice, and I’ve given up trying to correct him. As for his moral ground on sexual intercourse with friends, here’s the fact: Save for the fact that Taraje is a black dude with a strong athletic body, and I’m a slim – some people might be inclined to call me thin, but I would dispute that – white chick with a pert round ass that some girls I know are envious of, we weren’t that different. Like me, Taraje is an unrepentant sex addict who during his short existence on earth has fucked more girls than any man is entitled to in his lifetime.

  ‘Don’t give me that bullshit,’ I told him. ‘I want to give you pussy. Don’t tell me you don’t wanna...’

  He sighed and rolled his eyes. ‘Let’s not forget that I have – not once, but several times – been inside your pussy. It’s no different from any pussy that I can get elsewhere.’

  ‘No,’ I countered. ‘It’s firmer and tighter and you know it.’

  Again he sighed and gave me a tired look. ‘Rena, what the fuck is up with you?’

  ‘I’m feeling down, and I’m lonely. I want to have some company.’

  ‘Gorgeous girl like you…Go to any bar and any man will pick you up.’

  True, but... ‘I don’t want any man. I want your cock.’

  He laughed. ‘Well, that’s a compliment. Tell me why...’

  ‘Shit, Taraje, fuck all this talk, I got some killer weed to roll, and I brought a bottle of Grand Cuvee. Let’s get blasted.’

  He pulled me inside and closed the door. I led the way to a couch in the living room and sat down. I beckoned him to come sit next to me. ‘Come here and let me fuck you like a pro is supposed to.’

  He laughed as he sat down next to me. I zipped open his fly and took his limp dick in my hand and stroked it. Then I lowered my mouth down to it and stroked its head with the tip of my tongue. I felt the rush of blood to his cock as I held it firmly in my hand. In a minute, he was fully erect. He had a short, stout dick. It appeared even shorter because he had a forest of hairs covering his balls and also around the base of his rod.

  I covered all of it with my mouth and sucked him until I heard him groan with release. I stroked his raw glans with my tongue, licking it like an ice-cream cone while I kneaded his balls like dough. I heard him grunt and pulled back in time to see his cum shoot out of his cock. I rubbed the cum all over his dick and then quickly got up to take off my clothes.

  I climbed onto him on the couch and shoved his erection into my pussy. Jesus! It was glorious! I felt my body shiver with the excitement of the cock inside my pussy and I heard it yell for release, but I fought the orgasm back with a loud moan. He sighed and pulled me closer. He took my nipples alternately in his mouth and sucked on my tits. I bounced up and down on him, taking his whole length inside my hole and arching my back to rub my clit against his rigid shaft.

  His hand left my tits and grabbed my ass. He caressed my butt while I bounced myself up and down along his shaft. He traced a finger along the crack of my ass and then inserted it into my anus. I screamed in delight and jerked back suddenly as a violent orgasm shook my body.

  I dropped my head on his chest and sighed. ‘Shit!’

  He laughed. ‘Girl, you’re a wild animal.’

  I kissed his neck, slid down his body and took his cock once more inside my mouth. I stroked him and cleaned his shaft with my mouth. He got up and picked me up in his arms. He took me to the bedroom and laid me gently down on the bed. Then he climbed above me and sucked my tits in turns.

  When he plunged his cock inside me I gasped aloud and closed my eyes as the excitement ran through my entire body and set me on fire. I floated to the valleys, swam in the oceans and effortlessly climbed the Great Wall of China. When I returned to the ground, Taraje was clinging tightly to my body and climaxing at the same time with me.

  I hold any man who can cum simultaneously with me in very high esteem. Which should explain why I have a special place in my heart for my friend with benefits, Taraje Jackson.

  His tremors over, he rolled off me and sat up. He prepared a weed joint and after lighting it lay on his back next to me. He took a puff and blew out a cloud of smoke to the ceiling, saying, ‘So, what the fuck did you do?’

  ‘Who said I did anything?’ I asked innocently, taking the joint from his hand and placing it between my lips. I took a short pull and the smoke went into my system and made me float in the air.

  ‘Girl, come on, give some credit to my intelligence. I know you as much as I know myself.’

  I took another drag at the cigarette before responding. ‘I fucked a male student.’

  ‘Wow,
’ he said dryly. ‘That's more than crazy. It’s insane.’

  ‘I know. But he was energetic and had a huge, delicious dick.’

  ‘You couldn’t have known that before fucking him,’ Taraje pointed out wisely.

  I gave him a hurt expression. ‘I’m talking to you as a friend, not a bigot.’

  He took the joint from my hand and had a smoke. ‘As friends, I thought it’s me you come to when you need a big dick.’

  I propped myself on my left elbow and grabbed his balls in my right hand. I smiled down at his face. ‘You don’t have a big cock, Taraje. It’s small, but you know how to use it; that’s what I love about you.’

  ‘Ha!’ he cried. ‘To hear you admit that you’ve fallen in love with me is a sobering thought,’ he said, getting up and handing me the joint of weed.

  ‘That's not what I meant,’ I said with a laugh.

  He kissed me. ‘Be quiet, lover. Lemme pour us the champagne to clear our heads,’ he said, getting out of bed.

  I laughed and slapped his naked butt. I lay my head back on the pillow and faced the ceiling. I took a drag at the weed and felt it lift me to the skies. It felt absolutely fantastic to be alive.

  The Job

  The sexual healing provided to me by one Taraje Jackson didn’t last long. Soon, I was spending sleepless nights, thinking about impending poverty that was lurking in the horizon. I didn’t have any money saved that would warrant any mentioning. I’d worked as a teacher for two years at a private school, but my Mathematics education had not yet taught me how to save money.

  I was still knee-deep in a pile of debt that had come to me by way of student loans. It was a pile to whose shrinking I contributed a large amount of my monthly salary. And then after rent took its own share of my earnings I was left with barely enough to eat and dress myself. It was a system that had worked well for the past two years, but with the termination of my services at the school where I had taught teenagers the fundamentals of Mathematics, it was a system that would soon become dysfunctional. As that was an eventuality that I didn’t relish, I went on a feverish hunt for new ways of income.

  This hunt led to me getting invited for an interview for a tutoring job. After calling the number that was provided in the online advert I was e-mailed the directions to a home in Long Island. Because of the aforementioned financial problems in my life, I don’t as yet have a car. I fully depend on New York City’s esteemed public transport system to get around. Hence, I took a cab to Long Island.

  When I arrived there, I was interviewed for the tutoring job by a married couple. The man was a big-framed giant with a gentle smile. He was black. His wife was a thin-framed white bitch with glowing skin and a fake tan. She had long, blonde hair and one of those judgmental faces rich bitches seem to always have. I hated her at first sight, and judging by the way she looked at me, the feeling was mutual. It was the first interview that I actually yearned to fail. But as things never actually go the way we wish in life, I actually nailed the interview, and found myself the Math tutor of Mr. and Mrs. Hensley’s 17-year-old son.

  The son was a youth with a head full of curly black hair and a handsome face. He was tall like his father, but his complexion was much lighter because of the mixed genes from both of his parents. He looked older than his seventeen years, but I guess that was because I myself had been seventeen only seven years previously. He had an athletic body, and was addicted to basketball and cars. His parents had bought him for his 18th birthday a Mercedes Benz SLS Gullwing roadster. For the uninitiated, the price for that phallic symbol is almost $200,000. To put it in perspective, I could have paid off my student loan debt and still remained with enough change to pay my rent for several months with that money.

  He drove himself in that car every day to his private school in the Upper East Side. However, at the famous private school he attended, the young man was more interested in sports activities and girls than the academic side of things, so much that he had fallen behind in his Mathematics scores, and his parents were worried that he would not make it to Wall Street.

  The Hensleys were a very wealthy couple, but for some reason they had decided to have only one child to solidify their marriage. And for some mysterious reason they had decided to name that child of theirs Fortune.

  The House

  He found her in the laundry room.

  She was standing at the sink separating colors. He came and stood behind her and said nothing. She could feel the power of his gaze behind her. He was undressing her with his eyes. She felt a tingling sensation at her neck, and almost jumped when he suddenly spoke. ‘Why are you dressed like that? Is it appropriate for my son? You know, teenagers live at the mercy of their emotions.’

  ‘I’ll make sure to wear something decent tomorrow, Mr. Hensley.’

  ‘Call me Steve.’

  She felt, rather than saw, his hands on her waist. The tingling sensation at her neck descended quickly down to the small of her back, and she bit her lip and tried not to speak, because if she were to speak then what would come out would most certainly be gibberish.

  His hands moved down and caressed her buttocks….

  She caught her breath and her hands stopped moving. A fiery longing started at her loins and shot straight to her pussy. She found herself becoming wet and cursed herself for becoming aroused so easily by him.

  He pressed himself to her back, and she was fully aware of the press of his crotch against her ass. What was one to do? Turn around and kiss him, or just beg him to take her. He was a married man, but that didn’t bother her too much because she knew that married men didn’t necessarily have better morals than unmarried ones. She had been around enough to know that. But to be so new at her job, and already wanting her employer with such fierce longing? Was that right? Was it even permitted? Fuck it…

  She was about to turn around and kiss him when he spoke. ‘You’ve been a bad girl, Irene.’

  ‘It’s Irena, with an “a”,’ she told him.

  ‘I know you lied about your last job. You came highly recommended, and it turns out that all those recommendations were forged.’

  Her heart thudded furiously inside her chest.

  His next question caught her by surprise. ‘What shall I do to punish you?’

  She had expected him to ask her why she had done it, and then she would have been honest and told him that if she hadn’t lied then her chances of securing a job anywhere would be nil.

  She was wearing a short miniskirt that ended just below her hips over a pair of black stockings. She felt his hands now on her hips. They pushed her skirt up and stroked her buttocks. She felt his breath on her neck…smelled his minty breath in her nostrils…there was a trace of garlic in his breath, but for some odd reason she found it sexy.

  He drew back a little from her and stared at her ass. She had a little red thong embedded inside the crack of her ass. He felt a growing wave of lust overpowering him. He inserted a finger into the crack of her ass and tugged at her G-string. He pushed the little cloth over her right buttock and placed his hand at the base of her buttocks.

  He pressed himself to her and whispered into her left ear. ‘You’re gorgeous, Irena. From the first moment I laid my eyes on you I have wondered what it would be like to shove my dick into your ass. Have you ever had anal?’

  ‘Once,’ she said truthfully. It had been once, with some man she couldn’t clearly remember now, but she had been drunk then and could be forgiven for not remembering the man who had deprived her of her anal virginity.

  This time she was stone-cold sober and this brute, big hulk of a man was stroking the crevice of her buttocks up and down with his finger. His finger found the ring of her anus and lingered there, caressing her in a way that brought a thrilling desire to her whole being. He moved his hands lower and found her pussy. He stroked her pussy lips gently with his fingers until she felt herself wetting his hand. A fierce longing overpowered her and she began to turn around to kiss him. She wanted him that badly…


  His voice stopped her. ‘Don’t move, bitch.’

  Was he really being derogatory with her, or was he using that term as a reference to her being a female? Irena didn’t really care; right now the fire inside her needed extinguishing, and she wanted this man inside her. Without turning, she moved back her left hand and stroked his crotch. She sought out his fly and unzipped his pants. She shoved her hand into his pants and felt the power of him pulsating inside his drawers. She searched for him until she found his cock. She grabbed it in her hand and brought it out. It felt like a big menace of a thing, pulsating angrily inside her hand. She stroked it and felt it becoming rapidly strong. She stroked its head and decided he was circumcised.

  He drew himself back and slipped out of her hand. ‘Don’t move, girl, don’ move,’ he repeated. ‘Just lean forward a little for me and let me feast on you.’

  He dropped to his knees and grabbed her buttocks in his hands. He parted them and caught a glimpse of her pussy. He opened her further and it came into full view. He grunted like a wild animal and licked at it. ‘You got my kind o’ pussy, girl – clean-shaven an’ smelling muthafuckin’ delicious.’

  His tongue found her clitoris and Irena closed her eyes, letting the pleasure of his oral treatment ride over her. She dropped her chest down flat against the top of the washing machine and jutted out her ass at him. She could not see him behind her, but felt the things that he was doing to her, setting her body ablaze with both desire and exquisite pleasure. He wet her generously with saliva, dipping his tongue in and out of her pussy and sucking at her clit. Then she felt his tongue at her anus, and she jerked up in a sudden panic. She was worried if she was clean enough down there…

  She had to be the craziest bitch on the planet. Here she was, being orally fucked by her billionaire employer, who was married, to say the least, and all she could think of was if she was clean enough for his approval…