C2 Chapter Two

I wouldn't say it was the best sex of my life, but I couldn’t stop driving into her like a mad dog, and she was forcing a moan with a dick in her mouth and mine down her ass, the best three-sum ever. I should do this more often.

But Sinclair was standing at the door. Now, I don’t mind laying her down here and knowing what her pussy feels like in my mouth, but her money speaks for her. I wiped my dick off with my clothes; it was oozing again with precum.

“Can we go now?” she asked, in the most polite manner I would ever see her display. “Sure thing, ma’am”, looking back at Mega. Her dilated pupils held mine, and I could almost feel how sad she felt. “I loved your ass, will always do so,” John scoffs, pulling my attention towards his erect member. "Take care of her for me, John. I will see you this time next year.” I say to them, then walk up to Mega. She has been the best fuckmate for years. Ever since she was eighteen, her ass has looked fresh and tender; nothing has changed.

She was butt-naked. I walked up to her, rubbing my firm hands on her behind. “Stay fresh for me, mami,” I said in a dramatic whisper. She giggles, then wiggles her waist. In response, this brings joy to my heart. “We can go now,” I said with a broad smile dawdling on my face.

She smiles back at me, then begins to stride backward, with her bag in her hands and her oddly pointy heel clicking against my wooden floor. She walks with undiluted elegance, and I love that. I followed suit as she boarded her vehicle.

It was one of the latest Rolls Royces; it just came out, and this big booty lady was riding on it already. It isn't twenty-five million dollars too small for a sex slave. “I want more money, Sinclair,” I said to her. She halts. I could almost feel my heart escape my mouth.

She turns then smiles back at me. “Satisfy my urge, and you will be the happiest man on earth,” she says back at me before closing her doors.

This brings joy to my heart. Maybe I won’t die a poor man after all. Ecstasy, here I come. I board her car, and the scent stupefies my senses. It smells and looks nice; I could almost feel rich just being in such luxury in such an enclosed space. I might get this someday. I looked beside me. Sinclair is one beautiful woman.

Married to Mr. Brandon, a white barrister, who is now dead, leaving this beautiful lady here, all alone, rumors have it that she has a daughter with whom she is so well pleased, studied in Australia; that’s all the internet has of her, except she is so rich; she intimidates men; her aura speaks of that as well.

I was shocked to see her send me a message. She must have watched my latest video.

‘ Making a virgin girl cry in pleasure:

I used Mega for that; she falls into the role perfectly with the fake blood and all, her newbie moan. I was slow with her; Mega hated it, but we had to do it; it was requested, or maybe she watched ‘fucking wife before husband, and I was paid to do that, and oh boy did I treat her right.

The pace of the car slowed down as we approached the mansion. I knew the house of this famous lady over here would make the papers; it was one of those tall building’s where billionaires could watch over the country just from their top view.

And the side glances mean we are nothing but a speck in their eyes. They simply had their eyes on us. They were simple, the gods down here. “Here we are”, she says in a polite manner, and I feel my heart beat even faster. This is such a beautiful piece of art, and I am damn sure there's a helicopter at the top; it's just so high.

“There is more to see on the inside, you know,” she said, beaming. I smile back at her and wonder how much she must have in her account. I need to be loyal to really get a fat bone from her. She must be wealthier than what the papers say about her.

Her condo was like those office types where the cars were parked at the bottom and the apartments started from the second floor. I loved it. She must have a whole garage full of vehicles, and different cars too. I long to see them, or maybe cruise around town with an open roof and a bottle of liquor in my hands.

“hey!” I hear her say,

“Yes Sinclair”

“Hmm, we need to change that,” she said to me before swinging her fat ass toward the exit. I stared at it for as long as my eyes wanted to; she has a fine, firm butt for a middle-aged lady. I wonder what might actually be under that corporate gown—a fine brown ass for sure.

I followed suit until we had ascended the elevator; it had one of those Christmas sounds that was usually used in corporate buildings. Maybe her house is more of an office setting than an actual home. Well, it took me a few seconds to see that the elevator door chimed, and what I had long anticipated was just before me.

Why do rich people go bananas for art? There were several million-dollar pieces of art on the wall, some marble vases, a fucking high-class chair, and a long and beautiful terrace where you could see the world from; it had flowers too.

Wow, it only exists in movies, but here I am standing on a real marble floor, shining like they were just polished or something. What more could she want with all this? It would be more beautiful than what they call heaven. There was a center table with vases, then throw pillows on the couch, which accentuated the elegance of the living room.

It was so beautiful. “Here's where you will be staying for the next year; I hope it’s comfortable enough.” She says, I could shove her word back in her mouth if I could, but I won't; I don't want to act cheap before here. “It's perfect, thanks!” i saw shyly, and I feel honored to be her fuckboy already.

I stare at the chair and hope my clothes don't stain it for any reason. It's just too white to be normal, and it's not leather; it's just so soft that I relax immediately when my aching buttocks touch the couch.

so sweet!