Billionaire's Bet (BBW Waitress, Billionaire Seduction) Read Free

direction.
     
    “ Thank you”, he said. His voice shaking. Gulping, he turned to walk out of the room.
     
    ‘ A pleasure doing business with you’.
     
    Going back downstairs I went through the kitchen and out of the back doors. Seeking clarity of mind that fresh air might bring I stood against the brick wall, wishing that I had my cigarettes with me. Hearing a man’s soft moans I looked to my right, to see Megan kneeling, her heeled shoes pointing behind her. Her head in the groin of a suited man, his cock in her mouth.
     
    Hiding behind a pillar I watched intently as he sucked on him. His hands on the back of her head guided her, her hand on his thick shaft stroking him, guiding him into her mouth. His pants around his ankles he leaned over her back to rub her naked pussy with his finger. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, he slid his meaty digits into her snatch, prodding her roughly as she sucked on him. I watched - my own pussy drenching - as she took him whole, deep throating his thick cock. Standing and bracing himself against the wall he put his fingers into his mouth, tasting her juice. Sending him over the edge he pulled her head into his crotch, shuddering as he sent her cum into her mouth.
     
    Quickly rushing into the kitchen, eager to not be caught again, I stood in a corner and attempted to catch my thoughts. My head told me to calm down, to simply put my head down and get through the day, get paid, take my $1000 and go home. My heart told me to run, to escape this madhouse of depravity, of rich men taking advantage of young girls. My pussy told me to find a bedroom upstairs, to give it the attention that it sorely deserved.
     
    Basically running I took off down the hallway, heading for the central staircase. Rapidly ascending I bounded up the stairs, my mind unable to get itself out of the gutter. My pussy yearning, almost audibly screaming for my fingers, sent a single rivulet of its potion down my leg.
     
    Rapidly reaching a bedroom I checked to see that it was empty, and closed the door behind me. Lying back on the bed I attacked my pussy, my fingers frantically rubbing my clit. My spare hand unbuttoning my shirt I released my boobs, grabbing at the flesh and pinching my nipples. Almost to orgasm I pulled a pillow to my face to muffle my screams.
     
    Suddenly I heard a terrifying noise. The doorknob turned, the door opened. Into the room stepped a very well dressed man with a pink tie. Alan Starkey walked in to see me with my hand on my pussy, my tits on display, and my legs spread wide.
     
    “ I was hoping to catch you, Amber”, he said in a deep, husky voice.
     
    Walking towards me he straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his short, black hair. As I struggled to cover myself he shook his hand, clearly displeased by that idea.
     
    “ No, no”, he said. “Please, don’t”.
     
    “ How do you know my name?”, I asked. “Do you remember who I am?”.
     
    “ Of course”, he said - sitting next to me on the bed. “I always enjoyed visiting your branch; visiting you. I went last week, I was most upset to see that you’d left”.
     
    “ I was let go”, I corrected him. Nodding sheepishly he took his eyes away from mine and allowed them to wander across my body.
     
    “ I know”, he said quietly. “I am sorry. When I found out I figured that inviting you here was the least that I could do”.
     
    “ You set this whole thing up?” I said, sitting up in the bed. Covering my chest with my arm I began to wonder where this was leading.
     
    “ I’ve always wanted to... get to know you”, he said. “To see what you look like. To see how you smell”.
     
    Blood raced to my face. Embarrassed, I was nonetheless impressed by his confidence.
     
    “ I’m afraid I don’t have any panties left”, I said. “Already sold.
     
    “ So I see”, he said smiling. He placed a hand on my thigh, sending a soft shiver up my leg. “Doesn’t mean that I can’t still smell you, does