Erotic Billionaire 3(8)

With renewed lust she devoured Pablo’s cock with enthusiasm, and she waggled her ass at Raul. She took her ravening mouth off Pablo’s cock and gave Raul a wicked, feral challenge. “A real man would be taking his pleasure in my ass right now, not caring whether I liked it or not. Are you a real man mi amante demonio?”

It was said in such a deliciously wicked tone that at first Raul wasn’t sure he had heard correctly. Did this deliciously sexual gringo woman just call him her demon lover? Did she challenge him to put his penis in her anus and copulate with her thus? His erection became diamond hard, and he moved behind her with the grace of a highland panther. Her hips undulated slowly, offering the tempting target to him while spreading her legs wider to accommodate him. The challenge had been made. Taking her hips in both hands, he plunged deeply into her puckered rosebud. He made no effort to prepare her, no effort to stretch or lubricate her prior to his entry…this expedition was for his pleasure alone.

The sharp pain of Raul’s rough entry was nothing to the bolt of pleasure that shot through her body as he used her brutally for his own pleasure, and the animal noises he made as he thrust deeply into her ass were dangerously thrilling to Celine. She slammed back into his thrusting hips, reveling in the feel of his hard cock plundering her helpless ass. The pain stopped almost as soon as it occurred, the massive leakage of precum from his large cock lubricating her almost as much as her pussy would have.

Celine’s shrieks of pleasure and the unintelligible words she mouthed around his swollen organ were more than Pablo could stand. His cock exploded into la mujer diabolica and she swallowed it all with obvious relish, smiling into his eyes as she gulped. His flow was so copious that it overflowed and spilled onto his belly. Even though she was grunting loudly each time Raul thrust into her ass, she licked up every drop from the sensitive skin of his belly, a catlike smile on her face. She did not stop until his belly was clean and dry.

When she had gotten all the cum from Pablo, Celine turned her head and demanded that Raul give her all his cum. He was surprised and aroused by her demand, and he came instantly. What happened next was unbelievable. She whipped him out of her ass and leapt into the air, swapping ends before she landed. Celine’s mouth fastened on the glans of his spurting penis and she actually sucked the cum from his hardness. She didn’t quit until he was drained.

Instead of lying down and savoring her victories, Celine deliberately lay on her back, her legs spread lewdly open to the adoring gaze of both men. Her fingers spread her pussy open to their gaze, one finger idly rubbing her rigid clit. “Fuck me now,” she hissed, “or send me a real man to finish the task you have started!” Raul and Pablo stared at each other in astonishment at their luck. And then they fell on the magnificent gringo woman, their inner animals unleashed.

The next morning she awakened fresh and alive, her senses heightened. She had entranced the two Argentines and had received entreaties from both men to come and visit in Buenos Aires. She had been almost disappointed that they had not treated her as a common whore. Well, she grinned to herself, at least an uncommon whore. Instead, the two had treated her chivalrously, pouring champagne for her and feeding her fruit and cheese afterwards.

Celine bathed and dressed and took a cab to the plant. The service manager met her and escorted her to a medium sized building, flipping on the light switch and exposing rows of incredibly clean and shiny new looking automobiles of all kinds. Her eyes widened. “Mr. Dunn says for you to select whichever one you wish,” he said, “except for the Aston-Martin or the Bentley.” He indicated the two impressive looking vehicles at the front of the building.

It took Celine less than a minute to fall in love with a red Porsche Turbo Carerra, and she sat in the seat for a long time, wondering if she dared choose such an expensive car. After looking around her, she realized that there was little for concern, because there was nothing remotely resembling the tame vehicles she had always been used to. Everything in the warehouse was exotic and expensive. She walked to tell the Service Manager of her choice and he sat her down with coffee and pastries while he got the car ready. Idly, she wondered what would have to be done to get it ready, it had been spotless.

Within fifteen minutes the Service Manager brought a stack of papers by and she signed them quickly without bothering to read them. She was in a rush, she had an appointment with the realtor in twenty minutes. The top was off the Porsche and it took the Service Manager a few minutes to explain how to put the top on. She left the plant parking lot in a big hurry.