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  I bent in close to the large, bulging head and sniffed. It had a faint aroma of musk, but otherwise was free and clean as it looked. I grabbed it with both hands and barely was able to touch my thumbs to my fingers. I began to jerk him and felt his skin slide up and down his veiny shaft.

  "Ah, Elizabeth," he sighed.

  I wrapped my mouth around his head and sucked. Jenna had complained about doing this all the time, but I felt good at the thick, hot, spongy mass inside me. Finally, something my big mouth was good for. I closed my eyes and began to suckle him, still stroking his shaft. Antonio breathed through his mouth in soft gasps and a hand came down lightly on my hair. I felt a strange peace, as I connected with him.

  I took more of him, deeper, and moved my hands back. I had to adjust my head but, other than that, his shaft slipped in easy, and the tension building in his body pushed me further. I had to pause and pull back now and then, and I realized that I was actually giving him a proper blow job. I smiled with what corners of my lips were left and he seemed to feel it and grew harder inside me.

  Eventually my hands were pushed almost all back, and I brushed his sack. I stroked it with one hand, felt the large swollen balls inside and began to roll them with my fingers, while sucking and stroking him.

  Antonio's cock started to twitch and his entire body seemed to be taut. He was thrusting lightly into me now. I was high enough over him now that my hair fell in a curtain over my face. It felt like I was a witch casting some strange spell through his cock and the power washed over me.

  The twitching grew stronger, and I knew I was close to having him. I felt the heat build, felt a sour liquid trickle out into me and waited for it to flood me. Then his hands were on the sides of my head, gently pulling away.

  "Oh, my beauty, you are too good at this. I would like nothing more than to give myself to you this way and show you how good you make me feel. " He smiled almost sadly and gave me a peck on my forehead. "But that is not our mission today."

  He hoisted me back up to my seat. "I think we are both sufficiently ready."

  I realized my pussy was wet and throbbing once more. I reached out and touch it and felt pleasure ratchet up me as my fingers came back sopping wet.

  Antonio pushed me down and I realized that his cock was hard and straight as as marble column, that my pussy was wide and gaping, that we were both completely free of clothes. Oh god, this was finally happening. I was going to join the adult world.

  Antonio located my pussy slit with his cock and slowly eased in.

  My nerves bathed in the fullness of his cock. His head stretched me out and my lips shrank back to surround him completely and I felt every bit of it. His cock surged into me, and waves rippled out at every nerve his head connected with, and his shaft kept the feeling going. There was a small pause, where he seemed to be stopped. He slowed and pressed, and I felt a pop and his cock rode into me one more.

  That was it. I was popped.

  "Are you alright Elizabeth?" Antonio asked, and I realized my eyes were shut and I was blowing out long currents of air.

  "Your dick is amazing," I said. "Everything's amazing."

  He grinned and pushed in the rest of the way at once. I gasped as I felt him line me to the hilt, but it was all pleasure, no pain. I marveled at how packed I felt, the sensation I felt everywhere. His penis was mighty and I could take the full stroke, first try. Being big really wasn't so bad at all

  Antonio finished savoring the moment and pulled out in a long stroke, then began thrusting with his full length. My sight blinked in and out, and I lost track of where I was staring up at the dark black roof of the limo. I had never known the need to be filled this way, and yet here I was being completely satisfied.

  All the words that I had listen to Jen half bitch/mostly brag about popped in my head, as it struggled to comprehend the jolts of pleasure that slid up my body each time Antonio took me deep. Humping, fucking, boning? No, Antonio was hard as steel, but when he sheathed his dick in me, our bodies were melding together, not stabbing into each other. Ramming, grinding.

  Antonio took me by my thighs and pulled my pussy even deeper over him, as he began pounding faster. My body shook against the leather siding and it felt like he covered all of me. Using me, riding me.

  That's what it was. My body was his steed, and my pussy was his saddle. The thought connected with the little jolts of electricity from all over my body and seemed to light up my nerves all along the inside of my pussy. His cock felt more vivid as it poured in and fought back out. Antonio pulled almost all the way out in one long stroke and his head stroked something that made my clit pulse with orgasmic shock. His head burst back in and I cried out and laughed as another jolt of pure bliss flew through my body.

  Before Antonio could open his mouth, I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him tighter. "I want it," I said. "I want you all. Make me yours."

  Impossibly, his cock pushed out even more against the walls of my pussy. I threw my head back at the flood of pressure and sensation and heard Antonio groan in sympathy somewhere up above.

  "Liz. A. Beth." He grunted with each grinding stroke. He started riding me harder, with slow and massive strokes. I moaned, slid back an inch with each one, and suddenly I found my head bouncing along the backseat cushion. He was fucking me into the wall.

  I tried to hold him back with just a tight neck, but he was too into it now and was slamming into me with every inch of his strength. I threw my hands up and pushed away, and now, I was thrusting over him even as he thrust into me. My moans were half grunt half scream now, as I finally understood what 'fucking' meant. Feeling his strength grinding into me through his cock, feeling muscles I didn't know I had writhing to catch his cock with my pussy. It hurt a little, but the pleasure was so vastly more..

  He was speeding up now, and I could feel his cock head pulse against my pussy off-rhythm. We were nearing the end of this amazing ride. I already felt the pressure building up in my pussy, not just my clit this time, but deeper and coursing up and down my body, even as it grew. The thought of the hot spurt of liquid shooting into me, filling me, swelled me up even more and I pulled him tighter with my legs.

  So focused, I was, I didn't feel his arm snake under me, until it was already lifting me from the seat. My hands hung uselessly at my back, and still in me, Antonio brought my lips to his. His face dripped with sweat and it ran salty into our mouths. I realized what had happened and twined my arms around his head, drinking him in. My heart still pounded, his cock was still warm in my pussy, and I still felt in heat, but I shivered in his his embrace.

  He pulled away, and smiled with his gorgeous eyes. "You are as naturally skilled as you are beautiful. I have no doubt that you can not be tamed."

  He scrunched me back so I was seated in the corner where the seats joined.

  "But I want to feel your body as we bring each other to completion for the first time."

  He kissed me back into the cushion. I felt him adjust me so my pussy so that it sat on the edge of the seat. He started moving in me again.

  His cock went in so deep, it was like he had never been in before. Somewhere my brain knew it couldn't be more than an inch deeper, but all I could process where what my animal senses told me. The smell of his cologne and sweat right at my nose. The soft taste of his lips, pushing against mine. The sight of his eyes, closed in rapture of my body. The sounds of his grunts, and beyond them and even sexier, the wet sounds of his dick penetrating my pussy. And of course the feel, of his muscles firm against my softness, the soft tufts of his trim chest hair tickling my nipples, his firm ass holding my thighs apart, and of course his cock rolling in and out of me, grinding the full length right along my g-spot, relentlessly bringing me closer and closer to the inescapable end.

  I had been ridden, I had been fucked, and now I was being loved in the purest way possible. I did nothing to him than just kiss him back, and hold him, but I could feel his abs tightening in his chest, his motions becoming looser,
and I knew that my body was all that he needed.

  His head slid down to my neck and he started to nibbled and then bite, and the pain set off my pleasure even more, like salt with caramel. The strokes were spreading well beyond my pussy, I could feel each one to the shoulder now, and I knew there would be no place left for my bottled pleasure to reach out to soon. Sensing it, Antonio returned to my mouth. I kissed back uselessly, feeling control slipping further and further.

  One of his hands reached between us and started thumbing my hardened nipple.

  My hand reached for it, bounced uselessly off his firm grip and lost sight of whether it was going in to move his fingers or hold them tighter.

  No matter. A spark streaked down from my tit and lit off the pressure building in my pussy. I clawed at Antonio's scalp and mumbled and moaned into his mouth as the pressure seemed to implode into an impossible small spot right above my clit. Then, it exploded. A shockwave flew out through my body and I writhed in Antonio's grip. That wave receded, and another seized me. I vaguely grew aware that Antonio's face had gone blank. His cock seemed to jump in my pussy. He groaned into our kiss, and I felt heat spurt out deep within my pussy. Another shock of pleasure contracted me then, and it was all I could notice.

  The rhythm subsided after what felt like an hour, but when I came to, I realized it must be minutes. Antonio was fallen in a moist heap on top of me, breathing deeply over my shoulder. I nosed his cheek. He looked up with eyes like he'd just woken up and pecked me.

  "So now you know," he said. "What you have been missing."

  I shook my head. "Only with you."

  He stepped off and our skin peeled apart. He offered me some tissues from a side compartment and then began to pull clothes back to cover the muscles he'd used on me.

  "I am starving," he said. "Would you care for some dinner?"

  I wondered what to do now. I felt no different from an hour ago. Happier, sure, and deeply content, but my life was still the same. Not so if I went with him. Then again, why wouldn't I?

  I looked outside the tinted window and saw back to the cafe.

  Jenna. God, was she still talking to that guy? I couldn't see anything.

  "Antonio, I would love to stay, but I need to go take care of my friend now. She doesn't even know what she's missing out on, but she needs a shoulder."

  He looked upset, but he nodded. "Fine, let her borrow your shoulder. I will need much more of you."

  He handed me his card. "Call me the moment you are free. I will be waiting."

  I got dressed, and took the fine hued card. Antonio and I shared one last long parting kiss, and then I left his limo.

  "Where did you go?" Jenna asked, as I walked back in. She looked angry, not sad.

  "He seemed ok so I went to bathroom, " I said. "What happened?"

  "I don't know! It was going so well and then a minute ago he gets a phone call and just leaves."

  "Billionaires are busy men," I said. "It's not your fault."

  Jenna shook her head. "You were right. I never should have done this."

  I swirled my finger on the table and tried not to smile.

  Going Down on the Billionaire

  I jammed the up button a few more times and tapped a drumline across the shoulder of my crossed arms. My boss was going to give me so much crap for being late to the meeting. Word was the big man at top was really grinding on everyone to exceed numbers for the quarter and they were passing all that stress down the line.

  I should have never gone out last night. Katie couldn't wait two days for the weekend to celebrate her birthday? No of course, not, cause she wanted to hook up to celebrate, and when Katie wanted to get laid, she got laid.

  It would have been nice to have someone in my bed to wake me up on time. Then again, I wouldn't really mind getting fired for being late if it meant getting someone into bed at all.

  God, why was I thinking about that at all. I stabbed the button again, and watched the elevator screen show the car creep down another floor and then freeze again.

  I was so screwed. Only figuratively, of course. Ever since I had broken up with that asshole, Jim, it seemed there wasn't a guy in the city who gave me the time of day. I thought back to that dark moment, watching Katie walk out of the club slung around some tall playboy, when I had pulled out my phone and brought up Jim's number. It had taken the longest time to switch off the power and put it away. At least I'd managed. Jim might have accepted my bonus pounds, but only because they came attached to a warm hole, and that was the only one on offer. The second he made it big, he'd once admitted, I'd have been out the door anyway.

  I sighed. Well, at least the elevator was almost here. Way to juggle miseries, Sarah.

  Another guy had joined my queue, a man in a business suit. No wonder the fates had decided to allow the elevator to descend. He looked busy, older, but he had an aura of don't-fuck-with-me about him that I could appreciate.

  The doors finally opened. The man charged in and flicked a button. I got in and hit my floor. The other button lit was top level of the building. The executive suites. I shot another glance at him but found him looking back and flicked my head away, hiding a blush. Probably checking out what the underlings looked like. He was handsome, though, that much I had seen.

  The car rocketed up at a steady clip and I went back to rehearsing the excuses for her boss.

  'My friend went to the... hospital. She has AIDS. Nope, she got alcohol poisoning. No. She got herpes.'

  Come on. You gotta do better, Sarah. There's no time.

  The overhead lights went blank and the car jerked to a stop. I tumbled back into the railing, and almost fell, but found a force holding me up.

  "Easy there," the executive said. He brought me back to my feet effortlessly, without so much as having to adjust his tie.

  "Thanks," I said, though it was mostly for giving me the chance to look him front on. He had dark hair, trimmed with gray. His blue eyes peered down, looking neither warm or cold, just perceptive. His face was molded like some classic Roman war hero, and so was the rest of him, straining against his formal wear.

  I took a long drag of his smoking body and then we both seemed to realize we were in a stuck elevator.

  "Oh, shit," I said, before I could stop myself. "Sorry."

  "Don't be. This is unacceptable." His voice rang deep in the small space, and I could only find the strength to nod.

  "I just- I'm late for this meeting already, and now..." I shook my head.

  "Now you have a good reason," the exec said, looking at me, but still with that studying look. "Who's your boss. Is it - ah, I'm sure I haven't met him. Anyway, just tell him to contact Stanley Lynn if he wants to check." He looked away

  My breathing froze like it hit a brick wall. Stanley Lynn. As in Lynn Industries, which is what my badge read.

  "You're...ok with that?"

  Stanley gave a thin smile. "I am. Consider yourself lucky that I like you."

  I didn't know what to say and just looked away.

  "Besides, it's a drop in the bucket. This delay has already cost the company $3000 of my time. At least it wasn't a total loss on my side."

  He was looking at me again, and his gaze had softened. Then he started looking around at the upper corners of our car.

  The elevator jerked and then started moving up again. Stanley head dropped but the rest of him barely flinched. I managed to stay up.

  "Oh well," he said.

  We sat in silence, though not for my lack of trying. My brain came up empty for anything I could say to this man so far above me, and it was all I could do to keep my body moving physically alright. My stop came up all too soon, and I got out slowly. Stanley didn't say anything, and I chanced a glance back. His eyes were on me. I turned away quick and the doors shut.

  I felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. People spent years hoping for 15 seconds with the man and I had done nothing with my five minutes.

  Then again, the only thing I could come up
with to do would take much longer than five if we did it right. I scared that thought from my brain. The knowledge of what I was headed into filled me instead.

  The boss didn't buy the excuse. I didn't give him the "report me" line, because there's no way he'd buy that I had clout with the big man himself, which meant I'd just look like an impudent bitch.

  Which meant, that I was still there after everyone had gone out to freedom. I looked at the stack of e-mail sitting in my inbox and at my clock and sighed. Seven thirty. Second night in a row. I remembered why I'd gone out in the first place.

  Katie hadn't texted me at all. Either she was still passed out, or maybe she still had her hands wrapped around her date's cock. I thought about her dainty hands barely covering the girth of a long erect shaft as she shuffled it up and down, licking at its massive head. My mouth literally watered at the idea of being filled with a hot round of flesh. God, it had been so long.