Snagging the Billionaire (2 page)

It had been a long day for Jennifer, scheming required more energy than she’d anticipated. She was tired and knew she needed to sleep but her mind wasn’t just ready to sleep. It kept spinning, bringing up fresh ide
as and fears. What if her plan fails? Finding another gullible billionaire may be a problem.

If fate thought it could torture him some more by bringing the object of his discomfort his way, then fate was in for a shocker. With determination, he walked straight to Jennifer. He saw the shock register on her face, which made him glad. The best way to kill a rat was to corner it. He was going to teach
her a lesson. How dare she turn on a man, run away from him only to resurface later to tease him some more.

Before she could say ‘Jack’ he had her glass in his hands and was kissing her senseless. The kiss reeked of need and promised
turbulent sex. Jennifer stumbled in the kiss for bit. George broke off the kiss before Jennifer could stop him, better to play it her way. He knew the kiss had swept her off her feet. He waited for her to catch her breath. “Here for a night cap?” George queried casually. His tone made the kiss they shared seem like something from a wet dream.

“How dare you kiss me and act so casual about it
,” Jennifer could almost not believe her ears, how had does words rolled off her tongue. She was thinking them but had no plans of saying it.

“You enjoyed every bit of it, stop acting injured
,” George fired back. “Want some more?” George queried.

This man was arrogant, too arrogant for a billionaire with humble beginnings. If a kiss had rattled him enough to need a
nightcap, maybe she should take charge of this game and keep him on his toes. Slowly slipping her nightgown to the floor, while George watched open mouthed was like a morale booster to her. She closed the gap between them. Slowly, she put one leg around him.

This didn’t feel right, it was all happening too fast, George mused to himself. Yes
, there were some aristocrats who were easy lay, but Jennifer didn’t seem like one of them. This girl was acting too desperate. Maybe she wanted his ring that badly. Better to take what she was offering now, damn the consequences. Nobody was getting a ring from him! Never!

Letting George guide her to a sofa, Jennifer battled to keep her senses. The best way to bag any billionaire was to flash him hope while playing easy to get. She was going to let him play with her, but would never allow things go beyond her yielding point.

Her skin was as smooth as silk, oozing of gentle and expensive care. His penis throbbed but George summoned a little more patience. He was going to pleasure her here before taking her to his room to complete the job. Her breast looked like grapes, holding a promise of certain sweetness. He let his hands cusp both breast, she felt so tiny under him. Gently he nibbled her ears, he could hear her soft moan. Her small, delicate body tilted towards him begging for more. He would give her more, even more than she asked for.

Slowly, George placed his mouth over her breast. Her nipples were already ready for him. Gently, he suckled on one while caressing the other with his hand. Jennifer could already feel her defence drifting away. Soon he’ll go lower down and she would be unable to stop him. It was better now than never.

“Stop”, she said into his ears. George ignored her, and took his attention lower down. “Stop”, she pushed against him.

“Are y
ou okay?” George asked shifting slightly from atop her. This was one weird lady. The shift of body weight, gave Jennifer her desired escape.

“Goodnight George
,” she said from atop the staircase.

Never start a game you cannot win. George plays Jennifer at her own game, emerging victorious.

There was no way George could stay the weekend. He didn’t want to be charged with sexual
assault; it was better to get away before his mum woke up. George was pissed. He felt royally screwed. How could a woman promise so much passion, yet give none. He could swear on his father’s grave that he had heard her moan while he suckled her breast.

Women loved
him. He was an amazing lover having learnt from the best. His first sex experience had been mind blowing. It was probably one of the reasons he’ll never settle for any woman. After having sex with so many other ladies, none could still be compared with his first experience. Professor Kendra was a visiting lecturer who came to Colgate Community College on sabbatical. She was in her forties. A bit plumps with buttocks the size of Africa.

George had been a late bloomer who had gotten into college a virgin. Professor Kendra had been offering free business marketing tutorials to students who were interested. George was the only student who was interested. Student and professor had formed a bond, she poured out her knowledge to him while he offered her plain companionship.

Their relationship changed from professor and student to a sexual relationship, one snowy morning. George had no lectures; Professor Kendra had no class to teach. As had become the norm, George rushed down to her house, let him in when she didn’t answer the door. Few minutes later, Professor Kendra walked into the room, stark naked except for the glasses tipped on her nose.

She was shocked to see George. After the initial shock wore off, her first question was
, "How old are you George?”

“Nineteen”, George had answered.

“Your lucky day, boy,” that had been Professor Kendra’s last words to him that day. Words that had officially made him a man.

The Professor had ordered a confused George to undress, which he reluctantly did. He knew he was about to have his first sexual experience, he wasn’t sure he should do it with his professor.

His first initiation into sexual intercourse had been a blowjob. Professor Kendra had grabbed cold honey from the fridge and rubbed it on his penis. It had taken every bit of restraint for George not to ejaculate during the honey rubbing. The professor had simply smiled at his discomfort and completed her task. The first feel of her tongue licking off the honey from his dick had resulted in massive ejaculation. The professor had gladly swallowed it. Later she told him that a man’s first real seeds ought never to be wasted.

After the ejaculation, making him to get another hard-on was easy work. Professor Kendra simply cleaned his
joystick of every trace of cum using her powerful lips and tongue. George came again.

Student and professor lying naked on a sofa then proceeded to study business marketing. The sex sharpened George’s understanding of the topic for the day. Professor Kendra was so impressed that she let him try her shit hole. She said it was important to fuck the mouth and shithole before proceeding to the pussy.

His thrust though a bit clumsy at first, increased with force and speed after he felt the warmth of the shit hole. It was another world entirely, one he could live in forever. She made him fondle her breast while he thrust. He was amazed by the softness of her breast, her nipples felt like peanut he couldn’t wait to chew on.  She urged him to thrust harder. His thrust speed marvelled him. He never knew he had such energy; maybe sex was rejuvenating him. 

Business marketing lectures had deeper meaning after that day. He would sit in class, fantasizing about her; imagining her with nothing but her glasses on. Planning the things he’ll do to h
er later was his favourite pastime in class. Professor Kendra denied George a feel of her pinkie vagina for one month into their affair. He had lost hope of ever feeling that, he was grateful enough to get blowjobs and be allowed to fuck her shit hole.

His first pass into the vagina involved lessons on how to pleasure a woman with your tongue. He learnt how to tease the vulva with the tongue, stroking it gently whilst applying no teeth. Professor Kendra made sure he got the vagina eating right but he was allowed to fuck her cunt. After then the policy became, if you want heads, then you must give heads. George became a 69 expert in no time. It was really an emotional moment for him when Professor Kendra had to leave. Since then no girl had successfully fucked him, he always fucked
them and was content to get a simple release.

It was so annoying
that a little girl who probably didn’t know how to fuck properly was giving him a hard time. By the time he got to office, most of the anger had dissipated. As expected Millicent had called the office several times, since his cell phone was switched off. He had to return her call.

“Hello Mom
,” he chimed into the phone when she picked after the first ring. As expected she berated him for leaving without saying good-bye. She groaned on and on about social manners.

“Sorry Mom, something urgent came up that demanded my attention. I’ll see you as soon as I can. Love you mom
,” with that he returned the phone to its cradle.

Jennifer dressed carefully before leaving the room. It was important to tease him with her look. So far, she had done well. She couldn’t afford to disappoint. Putting on her newspaper jumpsuit with flat gladiator sandals, Jennifer surveyed her look in the mirror. The dress and shoe was perfect, her hair needed more work. A little curl always gave her an angelic look. After acting like the devil last night, it would be amusing to appear angelic.
Hair and makeup done. Jennifer headed to the dining room. Millicent had told her dinner was by 7a.m on the terrace.

The sun was unusually smiley
today; maybe fate had great plans for the day. Spotting Millicent sitting alone was a surprise to Jennifer. Maybe George was still sleeping or probably holed up in his room sulking about last night. He couldn’t stay up there all day; he’ll definitely have to make an appearance.

“Good morning
, Milly," Jennifer chimed. She was allowed to use the nickname, it was a special privilege accorded to her. “Good morning, Jenny. Oh my god, you look so radiant”, Milly gasped. From her look Millicent knew Jennifer had no idea George was gone.

“Thank you
, Milly. You don’t look bad yourself," Jenny replied.

“Too bad
, George is gone. Your look would have certainly swept him off his feet," Millicent added. Thank God for years of practice aimed at concealing emotions, Jennifer betrayed no emotion. What a waste of fine dressing plus hours spent on getting a little curl. Had he been so ticked off that he had to run off?

“He had urgent business in the office
. He’ll be there all day,” Millicent added. Jennifer knew she had to think fast, she couldn’t let him just slip from her fingers. Who knows when next she’ll be here for a weekend? She couldn’t just show up every weekend. It would seem desperate. No point, thinking on an empty stomach. Putting on her best smile for Millicent, Jennifer cheerfully asked, “What are we having for breakfast?”

After breakfast, they took a little walk in the garden. The house was big and lonely. The two women spent a lot of time gossiping
. Time did fly that Saturday. Jennifer still had no idea how to reconnect with George. During Lunch, a neighbour visited and like a flash of lightening, an idea hit Jennifer.

If the man was a workaholic, he’ll definitely need food to recoup his energy. Today was Saturday, so there was every chance he had no staff around. “How about I take lunch to George
,” Jennifer asked Millicent. Her question shook Milly, the girl was obviously smitten by her son. Taking lunch to him, wouldn’t be a bad idea, even though she knew George had an army of staff round the clock to cater to needs like that.

“That is a wonderful idea. Thank you
, Jenny.”

“That boy works so hard and sometimes forgets to eat
.”

“I’ll pack the lunch and call him before you get there
,” Millicent rambled.

Jennifer could almost not believe her ears. She dashed up the stairs, freshened her makeup and decided against changing. Her attire was perfect. She could even go out to Lunch with the King of England dressed as she was.

Lunch packed and armed with George’s office address and phone number, Jennifer embarked on her mission. She drove slowly, mapping out her strategies. This was not just a game but war and she intended to win; the price of defeat was simply too great to reckon. Her entire future depended on the success of this scheme.

***

There was always business matter to be attended to. Work was his
bride; she never turned him or let him hang dry. He was proud of everything he had accomplished. From being a nobody, he had suddenly become a great force in business circles. His shipping line was the largest in the country plus he owned a several oil wells in Africa. He had surpassed his every goal in life except one. He was yet to find a woman who could fuck like or even better than Professor Kendra.

The office was unusually busy for a weekend. There were staff everywhere, approaching the receptionist at the front desk with her superior smile Jennifer rattled off her name. She told the receptionist upfront that she didn’t have an appointment and certainly had no patience to wait.

The receptionist was pissed and enthralled by Jennifer’s attitude but had no choice than to call upstairs and check if the boss was free. The visitor looked like somebody important, maybe a girlfriend. Although the boss was rarely seen with females except it was for business purposes. This visitor was certainly here on a social call and not business. This Jennifer’s jump suit was very flattering and was worth nothing less than her three months’ salary.

“What the hell did she want in
this office,” George almost spewed out the question when his secretary informed him of his august visitor. Hadn’t he suffered enough torture in her hands? Was she here to rub it in? All the same, he didn’t want to annoy his mother whom he knew was behind the august visit. He asked them to bring her in and hold his other appointments till she was gone.

Jennifer glided like a queen, following the staff
that had been appointed to guide her. His office complex was spacious and expensively designed. The interior screamed of success. This was even better than been born into money. Doing her best to appear too impressed, for the second time that day Jennifer put on her best smile.

“Thank you Isabelle
,” George said to the lady who brought Jennifer to him. Immediately the door was shut, he turned towards her and growled, “What do you want here? Here to complete your little game?"

When he got no reply he continu
ed, "Whatever your game is, I’m not playing." Jennifer smiled, cleared his table and arranged the lunch she had brought. She was going to offer herself as the second and third course after he was done with the first course meal.

“Your mom sent you lunch
,” Jennifer quietly informed him, taking the seat across him. There was no way he could turn down his mom’s food. He would eat, thank her for bringing the meal and let her go off. George unfastened his tie, washed his hands and settled down to enjoy the meal of salad and chips. It was better than fast food. Nobody could cook like his mom. Jennifer watched him eat for five minutes before asking, "Aren’t you going to invite me to join you?"

George was ashamed, he had totally forgotten all about the meal bearer. “Please join me
,” he invited stiffly. Jennifer proceeded to wash her hands and then joined him. He was not cheerful sharing his meal with her but he’ll definitely brighten up when she offered him the second and third course. They ate in silence, until Jennifer intentionally dropped salad on her dress. The cream splattered over a small section. “Sorry,” George mumbled, “you can clean off in the bathroom.”

Right in the bathroom, Jennifer took off her dress. Cleaned off the stain and left the jumpsuit in the bathroom. Good thing she had dressed carefully that morning. Her underwear was perfect, red lacy bra and matching thongs. She roughed up her hair a bit and stepped out.

George was confused on whether to leap for joy or run for cover on spotting Jennifer almost naked. But his dick made the decision for him. Stupid dick who never got tired of being teased. He was sure this was one of her games. He was going to let her play; only that he was going to control the game this time. He brushed off the remaining of his lunch. “Ready for your second course,” Jennifer asked.

“Did my mother also cook that
?” George retorted with mischief glowing in his eyes. Letting out a small sexy giggle, Jennifer proceeded to the table. She wheeled his chair a little backwards and settled into his laps, her two legs spread out on opposite sides. This felt too good to be true, George cautioned himself. He was going to play and not lose sight of his aim. He didn’t become a billionaire by letting people play him.

Unfastening
her bra was his first move. He needed to see those grapes let lose. She was all-ticklish in his hands basking in every touch and spurring him on. He knew she would probably be dynamite in bed but no match for Professor Kendra. Like a hungry young cub he suckled on her breast while inserting his finger into her pussy. Gosh! She was so tight and warm in there. He could already imagine what it would be like to stick his engorged dick into her. He tested his fingers, first one, and then two before he finally dipped three in. He enjoyed hearing her moan. She was furiously scratching at his back.