Bought By The Billionaire

I feel the rise of my orgasm within me, the tension building, and my belly muscles clenching as it builds. Convulsing in a paroxysm of ecstatic joy, I try to lean up to embrace the sensation, but my Master’s hand, flat between my breasts, pushes me down on my back again, holding me pinned as my climax overtakes me.

I am unconscious of anything but the release, as my pulsating cunt sends violent waves of pleasure through my stomach and thighs. I do not know if I scream, gasp, or cry, only that I am lying helplessly writhing, speared by my Master as he gazes down on me, cumming at his command.

Sated and exhausted, I lie there, my panting subsiding, as my Master locks eyes with me. “Don’t move,” he says. “You haven’t finished.”

He draws level with my face, and once again, seizes hold of my hair, pulling up my face. “Open wide.”

I open my mouth and he pushes inside. “Finish me off,” he commands. “I want to see you swallowing my cum.”

“May I use my hands as well?”

“Yes, you can massage my balls while you lick me clean, then suck me off.”

One-handedly, I massage his balls, tight and crinkled. With the other, I support his huge erect penis as I lick away my own juices and his.

With one hand kneading his balls and the base of his erection, caressing and stroking, fondling and rubbing, I can feel the growing throb and cadence of his rising climax. His own hips start to quiver, and then, as I feel he is going to spurt into my mouth, I slide the tip of my tongue into the slit of his penis, tickling, probing, and stimulating at this, his most sensitive moment.

In response, he exhales with a gasp, leaning forward and pulling me in deeper by my hair. He spurts into my mouth in a creamy cascade, and then pulling my mouth free of him, he finishes his climax over my face, his stream surging over my eyes and lips, dripping down into my hair. As he shoots his cum over me, I lick and suck where I can, taking what he gives as he rubs his cock and balls and cum over my face.

Finally, with a heave, he pulls free of me and stands, breathing deeply, arms akimbo.

After a moment he looks up again. “Elizabeth, you are good. You are so good.” And he leans over, kissing me deeply on the mouth and then my breasts. “Come on, let me help you down.” He picks me up from the marble, placing me carefully on my own two feet.

I wobble a little, a bit unsteady after the internal pounding he just gave my still swollen, pussy, and clit.

he says. “Let’s check out your

both, my Master soaps and then sponges me down. He gives special attention to my breasts and between my legs, sucking

we sit on the carpet in my still unfurnished apartment, looking out over the city and

furniture do you have?” he

belonged to the landlord in my old flat. It’s not a problem. I’ll go and get some over the next few days.” Then I try to collect my thoughts. “Thank you. The other

desks, bookshelves, that kind of thing. Pick out what you

don’t know what to say, so

made a deal. You are keeping your end of it, and I

sinks. Everything he says is true, but I don’t want it to be a contract. I am falling in love with my

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just putting the finishing touches to the bedroom in my beautiful

“Hello, Elizabeth. It’s Richard.”

the intercom. “Hi! Come straight up.

recall that the very first time I saw him, he was carrying this same briefcase and he also had a bunch of red roses. He

which he tried out on me,

the roses with a smile. “I

yes, Master, they're lovely. I’ll put

we're celebrating your new home,” he says, his

my new life, my new apartment, and my Master, who I

like to

slide across to the briefcase. “I think you might already

you for what you have done, and are doing, for me. Tonight, you can

like …” my voice trails