His Charitable Seduction (BBW, Billionaire, Erotica)

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His Charitable Seduction

His Charitable Seduction

Lola Peek

Copyright
 
©2013 Lola Peek

All Rights Reserved

All subjects in this ebook are at least age 18 and are not related by blood.
 
Any relation to any real life characters is completely coincidental.

There is nothing Amanda wanted more than a glass of her favorite red wine and warm bubble bath after a long day at work.  As an account manager at Riverwood Youth Outreach, a non-profit focused on helping underprivileged and homeless children get access to healthcare and other necessities, her world revolved around tragic stories of the kids she was trying to help, and mingling with the local rich folk to secure donations to keep the non-profit running.  

When these two opposite worlds collided, often she was left frustrated with the injustices in the world.  Today she lost an important account, and she blamed herself losing a hefty chunk of that year's donations.  She would have to work double time to make up for it.  

As soon as she walked in the door to her tiny apartment, she was greeted by Oliver, her orange tabby cat and friend of 5 years.  He brushed up against her leg as if to comfort her, knowing the stress she was under.  She gave him a quick pat and she walked in and threw her purse and suit jacket on the couch.  

“It’s been a shitty day, Ollie.  Mommy needs a drink.” she said, walking in the kitchen.  She reached for her favorite Cabernet and poured a glass.
 

She headed to the bathroom, wine glass in hand, and turned on the water for her bath.  When the temperature was just right, and the bathroom filled slightly with steam, she added her favorite lilac bath bubbles and watched as the tub filled with a foamy white layer.  

She stood up and reached behind her back to unzip her black pencil skirt.  She looked in the mirror as she slid the skirt past her voluptuous hips and down her thick thighs.  She let the skirt fall to the ground and stepped out of it while she began unbuttoning her white dress shirt.  She noticed the buttons straining ever so slightly across her large bosom, easily popping open as she worked her way down over her soft belly.  At the last button she slid the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall on top of her skirt on the floor.  

She gingerly tested the bath water with her toe before climbing into the tub.  The water felt warm, almost too warm, but that feeling quickly passed as her body adjusted to the temperature.  Finally, she thought, I can relax.  She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, feeling the warm soapy water ebb and flow over her skin in time with her breaths.  It felt slippery and soft, a sensation she quite enjoyed.  She started to feel a tingle deep within her and she realized it has been a long time since she had had a real... release.

She felt her tense muscles in her shoulders start to relax and she laid her head back against the back of the tub.  She opened her eyes and could she her full figured breasts protruding from the soapy water, her pink nipples puckering from the vast temperature change between the warmth of the water and the cool air, and quite possibly from the burgeoning arousal stemming from between her legs.
 

She adjusts herself in the tub, moving her hips and letting her legs fall to the sides.  The water glides smoothly and gently over her exposed womanhood.  She’s surprised by how intensely her body reacts to the sensation and lets out a small gasp.  I guess it really
has
been a long time, she thought to herself.  In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she touched herself intimately, let alone, the last time a man had touched her.  She had been so focused on her career and her passion for helping kids that she didn’t even have time to think of dating.

She pushed those thoughts out of her mind and continued to focus on her body in this moment.  She ran her hands across her breasts, feeling her nipples poke through her fingers.  Shivers were sent straight through her body and down to the pleasure nub tucked between her labia.  Her wet slit ached to be touched, but she wanted to linger on this feeling, until it was almost too much to bear.  

She continued gently rocking her hips to let the water teasingly swirl between her round thighs.  She opened and closed her legs, enjoying the feeling of her slippery flesh rubbing together, further awakening her desire.
 

She traced a foamy path from her tits and down her torso, every so gently touching and tickling her own skin.  She felt the hairs on her body stand up and her nipples harden, sending a pulse through her core, she knew she couldn't hold out much longer.  She needed to cum and finally get some release.

Her hips were bucking quickly against the water, feeling the torturously soft graze of the waves she was creating against her now swollen and aching clit.  She ran her hands down the insides of her thighs and rubbed one finger against her lower lips.  She could feel wetness emerging from her slit, it felt slightly thicker and smoother than even the soapy water surrounding her.  She opened her pussy lips and rubbed her nub gently, teasingly.  The aching inside of her dulled slightly and a moan escaped her lips.  Her breathing was hurried, she felt her climax coming fast and strong.
 

She kept one hand working her clit, drawing circles around the slippery nub, every once in a while slipping a finger into her tight, yearning channel.  With the other hand, she pinched her nipples, sending shockwaves down to her already overstimulated twat.

“Oooohhhh, yessssss!” She gasped as she felt wave after wave of pleasure and release course through her entire being.  Her body jerked under the water, an uncontrollable side effect from the intense buildup of arousal.  Water splashed against her body and the sides of the tub, creating a soundtrack for her orgasm along with moans escaping her mouth.  Her body stilled, and her breathing slowed.  She could feel her heart beating quickly in her chest.  She watched her breasts rise and fall with every breath and felt a wonderfully tingly sensation encompass her from head to toe, relaxing her body and mind.  

She reached for her wine glass, both surprised and glad that she didn’t inadvertently knock it off the edge of the tub during her orgasm, and gulped it down.

The next day Amanda awoke refreshed, energized even.  She sang along to her favorite songs on the radio as she got ready for the day.  She was feeling a little sexy, so she chose to wear a red dress with a black cardigan.  It hugged her curves in all the right places, making her feel confident and sexy, while still being considered work appropriate.  She swept her chocolate brown hair up into a loose bun and secured it with a hair pin.  For the final touch, she fastened a simple pendant necklace around her neck.  She enjoyed how it dangled close to her slightly exposed cleavage.

When she walked into the office, she heard excited whispers and saw her coworkers milling around the front desk.  Something exciting must be going on today, she thought and rushed up to hear the gossip.

“Amanda, have you heard the news?” Her work BFF, Sarah, asked.  “Mark McKenzie is coming in today to discuss a potential donation. A HUGE donation!”

“THE Mark McKenzie?  You have got to be kidding!” Amanda was ecstatic.  Mark McKenzie was the richest man ever known to have grown up in Riverwood, North Dakota.  He founded several successful biotech companies, making him a billionaire by the time he was 35.  He frequently supported and donated to several charities in the local Riverwood area, but remain reclusive and somehow managed to stay out of the media spotlight.  

“Yep!  And guess who is scheduled to meet with him today?  Only the best donation account manager here,  Amanda Burns!”  Sarah’s smiled, her eyes as excited as could be for her friend.

Amanda’s eyes widened.  “Me?” she questioned.  “Oh god, no pressure here!”  She felt her shoulders start to tense up again.  I have to schmooze this guy and convince him to give us a sizable chunk of money, I can do this, she thought, trying to convince herself.

“Don’t worry, you’re the best in the biz.  You got this, girl!”

“I better get ready for a very big day!”  Amanda said and rushed off to her office.

Amanda started up her computer and checked her calendar.  Sure enough, at 1 pm she was scheduled to meet with Mr. Mark McKenzie.  Prior to that she had to meet with the director of the non-profit to go over important details, which they usually do when there is a meeting with a potentially huge donor.
 

Amanda was sure glad she put on her favorite dress today, she needed the extra confidence boost.  She knew she was good at her job and she loved what she did.  Helping kids was her passion, and she was so bubbly and friendly that it made building relationships with donors and securing donations easy.  Her meeting with the director went well, she felt confident that she could and would secure yet another long term donor.

Mark McKenzie strolled through the front door of Riverwood Youth Outreach at 12:54 pm and was led directly to where Amanda was waiting in the conference room.
 

“Mr. McKenzie, this is Amanda Burns, the account manager here at Riverwood Youth Outreach.  She’ll discuss with you our mission and go over our community outreach programs.” The secretary gestured towards Amanda and then politely slipped through the conference room door.
 

When Amanda looked up, she saw the most jaw-droppingly gorgeous man she had ever seen in her life.  He was tall and handsome, with a chiseled face, and she could tell he had an even more chiseled body.  His hair was dark, just starting to gray slightly around the edges, and his eyes were a piercing blue that took her breath away.  He stood with such confidence, his shoulders broad and strong.  He wore a gray suit that looked like it was made from the finest of fabrics.  In summary, he looked like a million bucks.  Amanda was in awe.

“Ms. Burns, it is a pleasure to meet you.  My name is Mark McKenzie, I believe you were expecting me.”  His voice was that of a businessman, but there was a hint of amusement, and Amanda realized she was staring at him.  She quickly tried to pull herself together before this beautiful man.

“Y-yes, of course,” she stammered.  “Please call me Amanda.” She gestured for him to take a seat.  She felt her face flush with embarrassment.  She felt her confidence from earlier that morning waver.  How could this man have such an effect on her?  

“First and foremost, we are a non-profit specializing in outreach for underprivileged kids.  We have several programs built to provide shelter, healthcare, food, all the necessities for kids and families who can’t otherwise afford it.”  Amanda was flustered, and jumped straight into summarizing her non-profits mission and programs.  She wasn’t herself at all, she wasn’t this robotic.  She was more outgoing and friendly, why was she so nervous around Mr. McKenzie?  Oh, you know, he’s only hot as fuck... and a billionaire... What’s there to be nervous about?  Your job only depends on nailing this account.  She willed her inner voice to shut up and tried to open up a bit.

She noticed Mr. McKenzie gazing at her chest, and she flushed crimson again.  He sat back in the chair, as if he hadn’t a care in the world.  He rested his chin in his hand and smiled amusedly at her everytime she stumbled over a word or flushed when he looked at her curvaceous body.  

“You know Ms. Burns, I have another meeting this afternoon.  How about we discuss this later?  Let’s meet for dinner tonight, say around 7?”  He scrawled an address on a piece of paper and handed it to her with a smile and a wink.
 

“Oh, well.  I’m not really sure...” Amanda said, slightly confused by his rush out of the office.  “Well, I guess I can...”
 

“Great, I’ll see you tonight.” They both stood and Mr. McKenzie made his way to the door.  She felt his eyes roam up and down her body, taking her in, one last time before the exited the conference room.

Did that just happen?  Did he just check me out?  She couldn’t believe it.  Why on Earth would such a handsome man look at me in such a way?  Maybe I’m overthinking things again...  She pondered meeting with him after work for dinner.  She felt it odd that he would randomly end their meeting so abruptly, but he is a rather busy man.  Since her job depended on her being able to secure his donations to keep the non-profit afloat, she knew she would do almost anything he wanted to make sure he was a donor.

Amanda spent the rest of the afternoon waiting excruciatingly for the time to pass so she could meet this bizarre billionaire for dinner.

A busy day at work had Amanda running late.  Story of my life, she thought.  She didn’t have time to change before dinner, so she was extra happy in her choice of outfit this morning.  She freshened up her makeup and spritzed on some perfume in the car, and then typed in the address Mr. McKenzie had given her into her GPS.

Right around 7 pm, Amanda pulled up in front of the biggest house she had ever seen.  She didn’t realize she was meeting him
at his house
!  She wasn’t sure she felt comfortable meeting a potential donor at his house for dinner, it seemed a little odd, but she knew she needed the account.  “Here goes nothing,” she said to herself as she stepped out of her car.