My billionaire, p.7
My Billionaire, page 7
Max took the lead, and kissed down my body, his hands gently pulling up my shirt. I helped him of course, because I was just as eager as he was to get to the next phase of our courtship. My chest heaved as his soft, strong hands ran up and down my chest, like it was the first time that he was touching some timeless masterpiece of a sculpture. My heart skipped a beat, and my cock twitched, eager to come out and play. I shook my head a fraction of an inch, not because I was upset with him or the situation, but rather, with my past self. I couldn’t believe that it was something that I had waited for, something that I I had been angry with the drop-dead-sexy man in front of me. It may have been an indecent proposal, but honestly it was exactly what I wanted, and I couldn’t believe that I had been offend by the offer, and even worse resisted him.
This is what is supposed to happen, I thought to myself. I may have been annoyed in the past, but let that go. Enjoy the present moment, enjoy being here, now, with him. With the billionaire. Then all thoughts left my head, because his hand easily slid down my joggers, and he gripped my cock with his soft, bare hand, and he squeezed. It was like getting hit in the head with a hammer. All conscious thought left my head, and instead I was just there, in the moment with him, and my cock head did all the thinking from that moment forward.
It was a bit like re-watching the fragmented moments of a movie. The moments began to blur together, just the highlights.
Max, tugging on my joggers, pulling them down to my knees — Me, thrusting my hips towards him — Max, reaching out again and gripping my penis, squeezing it extra hard so that it pulsed in his grip — Me, reaching out, my hands cupping his cheeks, feeling the faintest hint of stubble — him, his eyes completely transfixed on the purple mushroom head of my cock, leaning forward and breathing, his breath hot and sending an electric wave up and down my entire body, starting from my very core.
While all of that may have taken thirty seconds to three minutes’ top, the fragmented moments stopped and everything came into crystal clear, razor sharp sober clarity when he actually opened his lips, licked them once, and finally took me in his mouth. To say that it was good head would have been the worst understatement of all time. It was the very dictionary definition of what a blow job should be, and it had made every other time I had received head seem almost offensive in how lackluster they were in comparison.
“Fuck,” I whispered, even as Max continued to open his throat and take even more of me into his mouth.
I watched him, completely transfixed at how focused he was on giving me head. It appeared to be almost like a religious experience to Max, considering how seriously he seemed to be taking it. After a moment of staring, the pleasure was too great and I closed my eyes, relaxing as he continued to blow me.
It was truly one of the most erotic and mesmerizing experiences of my life, that first blowjob with Max. When I came it was the most natural feeling in the world, and a perfect response to all of it. I didn’t have to say anything, I didn’t have to do anything, I could simply be, experiencing that single defining moment of the orgasm. I truly did not say a word, though I did let out a single, defining grunt, right before my load erupted from the tip of my cock, flowing easily and with a great deal of quantity into the billionaire’s mouth. For his part, the billionaire simply moaned and continued to suck, milking my cock for all it’s worth. It seemed almost greedy in how eager he was to blow me, but the quaintly of my cum was so great that it began to spill around his lips, and dribble down his chin. It was truly the most erotic sight I had every witnessed personal, and felt like it was a moment not out of real life, but rather some incredibly hot erotic film.
What Max did next however truly shocked me, and it was so unexpected that I was truly and completely speechless. He stood up, my cum still coating his chin, and he moved up my body again, in the same manner that he had moved down it, and then he kissed me. I was so stunned that my only response was simply to kiss him back, and allow his wet, hot tongue penetrate my mouth. His hot wet tongue that was covered in my own load. It was my first time ever tasting my own load, and I was surprised at just how much there was of all of it. I was also surprised at just how good it tasted. I was truly shocked by that fact. I let our tongues dance and when he finally pulled back from my mouth, I swallowed a taste of myself, eagerly.
“Creamy,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering, and meeting mine. I was stunned once again at just how blue they were. They truly shined and sparkled like sapphires, which was fitting considering he was the billionaire.
He led me without another word to his “playroom.”
Once we were in the room he took off his clothes quickly, and laid them neatly on the back of one of the two chairs in the room. The room was themed red and black, unlike the rest of the apartment which had a black and white theme to it.
The room was once again larger than the entirety of my apartment. There was an ornate dresser at one end of the room, and the two chairs (heavy things that were both black) were placed on either side of it. There was also a weight bench on that side of the room, but after carefully looking at it, I realized it was not a weight bench at all, but something far more interesting. It was BDSM device of some sort, with straps on it. There was more than just that though, the bench was certainly not the only unusual extra. There was also a sex swing, and a small metal table with a variety of whips and other sexual toys on it.
My eyes instantly became transfixed on the toys, including several dildo’s of various lengths that were also on the table. I couldn’t help myself and could feel my eyes growing wide, just at the sight of them.
Aside from that, there was several other things of interest that I noticed in the room. The bed was huge, and covered in a gorgeous red velvet blanket. There were two side tables, on either side of the bed, and it had a square frame that had several dark hooks attached to it, for what I could only assume was for ropes and other restraints.
The lights in the room came from two sources. One was a gorgeous chandelier attached to the ceiling, that looked surprisingly old fashioned for how modern both the rest of the high rise and even the bedroom was. The second source was from LED light strips that ran around the edges of the room. They were natural turned to a red color. The chandelier on the other hand, was not. It was a more natural, less harsh soft blue light.
The billionaire looked at me only after he was done completely getting undressed, and I stood, slack jawed, admiring his true beauty. It was, after all, the first time that I had seen him completely naked. His body was perfect of course. He had strong, hard pecks from hours in the gym, and his six pack somehow glistened, even in the soft, intense moody lighting of his “play room”. Even though I had come only a few minutes before, I felt my cock twitch.
The last thing I noticed about him was his own member. It was huge. Even soft, it looked thicker and longer than my own cock hard, and I know that I’m at least above average in size.
When he looked at me, he cocked his head to the side, ever so slyly. “So,” he said, almost as casually as if he was asking me how I liked my coffee in the morning, “what do you think of my play room?”
I felt a lump form in my throat and I swallowed hard. “I think it’s amazing,” I whispered.
His expression split into a grin. “Good. I was hoping you would say that. Now, it’s time for you to get on the bed.”
“You think so?” I asked coyly.
His expression hardened just as fast as it had looked playful. I felt a chill run down my back.
“No. I don’t think so. I know so. Now get on the fucking bed, and close your eyes.”
“Okay,” I said, and without another word I got on the bed. I did just what he asked, and closed my eyes.
I was shocked when I heard his voice next, right there on the bed beside me. I had not heard him approach, and his words sent another chill down my entire body. “You know what slave? I’m very excited about breaking you in. Did you know that you tasted that good?”
“No sir,” I whispered.
“Well, that was a lot of fun, and I’m glad you came as much as you did. And you took my gift of the kiss like a real champ. I’m proud of you for that. But do you know what time it is now, slave?”
I shook my head, my eyes still closed.
He chuckled softly, like he was surprised I didn’t get the most obvious joke in the world.
“Now it’s time for me to have some real fun slave. I think you’re going to enjoy it, but just know, I certainly will.”
And without another word, I suddenly felt him sit on my chest, and a moment later, felt something hard pressing against my mouth. I couldn’t help myself, and opened my eyes.
16
Max
There was something truly surreal about finally having my way with Blake. He was the first man, hell the first person in forever that I had worried may have turned him down. When Blake turned me down, I had agonized over it, more so than even the most recent take over.
But now that Blake had changed his mind, and I was finally alone with him, I could feel my arousal beginning to build, in a way that I had not felt in a long, long time. Not since… well not since Henry. I shook my head, trying not think back to him. It wasn’t the time, and it certainly wasn’t the place for that. No, it was time to just be with Blake, for that first time with him, finally.
Sucking his cock had already been one of the most erotic experiences of my life, and I couldn’t wait to finally penetrate his ass. Knowing that I would be taking his cherry was certainly an erotic thought, and one that I couldn’t wait to finally share with him.
But before I took his ass, I wanted to experience his mouth, just like he had experienced mine. I had told him to keep his eyes closed, but as soon as I started to straddle his chest, he just couldn’t help himself, and his eyes popped open. I grinned, and then thrust forward with my hips, my cock hard as it brushed against his lips.
His eyes shot open, and without another word, without so much as a prompt, he opened his lips and took me in his mouth. I let him suck for a few moments, letting him adjust to the girth and just general size of me, and then, (and only then,) did I begin to thrust. Not just a little bit either. Very quickly I began to build up a fast pace, allowing myself to really enjoy treating him like the little mouth slut I was planning on him being. Well, not just my mouth slut. No, it was going to be far more than that. He was going to be my everything slut. If I was using more politically correct language, he was going to be my slave, my pleasure companion. I loved the idea, and just the fact that he was not just willing to be that, but clearly aroused by the idea, well… it was a huge turn on for me.
Which was why I quickly began to skull fuck Blake’s mouth. For his part, he took the face-fucking like a real champ, something that I had not really expected at all. In fact, it was more than him just taking it well, it was more like he was a natural, and more than that even, he seemed to be enjoying it! I was honestly overjoyed, and the fact that he was doing such a good job of pleasing me only turned me on more. I had not actually planned on coming from the blowjob, but I changed my mind as I continued to thrust with my hips. It wasn’t like it was going to be my only load of the evening after all. I hadn’t come in a few days, and I’ve always run with a lot of cum in my balls. He didn’t know that yet, but my new little butt-slut was about to learn just how much a billionaire could truly cum.
It was easy for me to finally just release, exploding inside of his mouth. Blake’s moan was cut off as I filled up his mouth with my load, but to his credit, he was able to take it. I was honestly pleasantly surprised at how well he managed, but I wasn’t done with him, and he knew it.
When I finally pulled my cock (still dripping with a load) from his mouth, his eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at me, apparently completely stunned at what we had just done together.
He swallowed most of it, which surprised me, but he wasn’t done there. When he had finished, he leaned forward, and I knew just what he wanted. He had been such a good slave I decided I would give it to him, because besides, I kind of wanted to taste myself on his lips anyway.
So, I did. Because I have such an impeccable diet, it was incredibly pleasant to taste myself on his lips. It was not the first time I had tasted cum of course, but it was the first time that I was so impressed with just how good I tasted. That was a new experience, and one that I welcomed. I didn’t need to think about it, and instead just enjoyed the sensual kiss between the two of us.
When I finally pulled away from him, his eyes fluttered open again, and for a moment I wasn’t sure what Blake was honestly thinking.
He really is the perfect play mate. I just must remember to not become too smitten with him, I thought.
“Sir, what… what do you want to do to me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I snickered, and hopped off of his chest.
“I think it’s time for you to turn over and get on all fours,” I said, my voice as harsh and commanding as I could muster. If I’m being totally honest, I do a damn good job at that. It’s not like I don’t get enough practice when I’m busy running my company.
Blake did exactly what I asked of him, which I was grateful for.
I opened one of the drawers on the night stand and got out a bottle of lube. I gingerly applied some to my hard cock, and lathered on some on his bare ass. Slowly, I penetrated his ass with my index finger (it was completely oiled up with the lube,) and began to warm up his asshole. For his part, Blake started to moan louder.
“That’s a good little butt slut,” I growled. “I can’t wait to take your anal cherry,” I added.
Even though I had just cum, my cock was once again rock hard. Blake, for his part was thrusting his hips back onto my finger, seemingly eager to have me warm up his butt.
After maybe a minute of fingering his ass, I knew he was ready for it. I knew I certainly was.
Without any more waiting I got in the proper position, and with my hard cock, I started to gently push the mushroom head against his entrance. Blake let out a low moan as the head slowly slipped inside of his tight stared hole, and for the very first time, he received a cock right in his ass.
I was amazed at just how tight he was. It was stunning, and something I had not expected at all. It made logical sense of course, but it was a different thing entirely to be inside of him. Inch by inch I fed his virgin asshole my hard cock, and inch by inch his whole body shook as I penetrated him with my manhood.
I quickly built up speed, and in short order I was fucking him for the first time. My new playmate. My new live in slave. Or as he preferred to be called, my executive pleasure assistant.
I fucked him hard, and I fucked him fast. The sound of my balls bouncing against his bare ass made a satisfying thump-thump, though it was quickly drowned out by the sounds of pleasure we were both making. He was grunting, and I was groaning. I could feel his cock twitch, and I reached around, even as I pounded his ass, and started to stroke him. It didn’t take long before he came, for the first time from me pleasuring his prostrate, and he came hard, his cum splashing both his chest and the comforter he was on. I didn’t last much longer, but made sure I fucked him very hard at the end, right before I filled his bowls with my second load for the night.
It may have been my second load in less than twenty minutes, but in that moment, even as I pulled out and collapsed next to him, that it would not be my last of the evening. He rolled over, breathing hard, and kissed me fiercely.
“I think you liked your first gay experience?” I asked playfully.
Blake shook his head. “Liked it? No sir. I loved it,” he said, before kissing me again.
I said nothing, but my face once again split into a grin. That certainly made two of us.
17
Blake
I was over the moon that it was finally happening, and that my time with my lover had been everything I had wanted and… well, more. I had, from time to time, fantasized about being with a man, but it was a very different thing to have that fantasy become a reality. I thought of all those times that I had had to think about male celebrities to get off with my few girlfriends over the years, and it seemed downright laughable after the fact. That I had thought that there had been any way for me to be with them… ridiculous. A man was what I really needed, what I really wanted. And finally, for the first time ever, I had one. That was truly a remarkable experience, and one I knew I would cherish for the rest of my life.
Of course, deep down I didn’t plan on having it be a one-time occurrence.
But don’t get ahead of yourself. He is a billionaire after all. You might just be one in a long, long line of boy toys. Hell, the chances are damn good that is exactly what you are. The chances that that was true were unfortunately too high to count out.
The chances were better than just high, they were extremely likely.
I suppose, that was only natural that considering I wasn’t paying attention was the reason that I found myself in such a precarious situation. Max was off doing his meetings, and since sex with him was now my job, it made sense that I should do something that had nothing to do with work. After all, the last month had been almost entirely about work, and what other people wanted, while I just tried to keep my head above water. Now that I had a moment to actual breath, it was important for me to remember exactly what I wanted. It was nice, at least the concept of it, of just taking some me time.
I started by getting the best cup of coffee in the city. It’s an old diner, very much in the 1950s style near the warehouse district. It was one of the first locations that I went to when I first arrived in the city. I suppose that held special soft spot in my heart because of that, and maybe I was just a bit biased about the actual quality of the coffee. Either way, I didn’t care because I still think to this day that is a damn fine cup of coffee.
