Rocked by the Billionaire

Table of Contents

Twenty-first Century Sex

Kink, Barcelona Style

Hell Hath No Fury

Surprise, Surprise, Surprise

Revenge: A Dish Best Served Hot

Big Old Jet Airliner

Twenty-First Century Sex

“Show Daddy your pussy,” Aiden said in his gravelly, Irish accent. “And be quick about it.”

I adjusted my laptop between my spread legs, threw one leg up on the backrest of the couch, stretched the other on the coffee table and arched my back a bit to give my former stepfather a full-on shot of my shaved pussy.

“Very nice baby,” he said and rubbed the five-o’clock shadow on his face. “Now I want baby to spread those tight little lips wide and show me her clit.”

I did as he instructed pulling up on my pussy and pressed the soft, damp skin that covered my clit back. I looked at his face in the monitor and he pulled back his full, red lips into his signature, stunning half-smile. The thought of me running my tongue inside those dimples and Aiden running his tongue inside of me, started the ache in my pussy and I ran my fingers over my wet cunt and popped them into my mouth.

“Oh, you filthy little slut,” Aiden said. “I can’t wait until tomorrow. The things I’m going to do to my little baby are going to set you on your ass.”

His glass-green eyes twinkled and he ran his fingers through his glossy black long hair and leaned back in his chair. He was shirtless, his bulging pectoral muscles tensed and he brought his tan arms up and rested them at the back of his neck. He wore nothing but black boxer briefs and even from my laptop monitor, I saw the huge bulge growing even bigger before my eyes.

“I want to see your cock,” I said as I rubbed my pussy at a quicker pace, unable to keep my hands away.

“You want it bad don’t you?” he said and shifted in his chair. “Tell me the right way, kitten or I’ll pull the plug on your fun.”

I knew what he wanted. I’ve always known what he wanted.

My mother met him when she was just coming off the heels of her extremely successful modeling career. Aiden is the lead singer in one of the most popular bands on the planet and she latched onto him with a force that made him impossible to resist. The thing about Aiden is because of his charm and good looks, he’d get pussy if he were the lead shit shoveller in a sewage plant. The fact that he was a rock star, well, forget it. And the thing about my mother is she’s insanely jealous. Not wanting to be one of Aiden’s girls, she refused to buy into the notion of his idea of communal living with his various mistresses, former wives and children. She divorced him after we lived with him for five years. She hung in until I turned eighteen and went off to college, probably because she knew she’d get Aiden to pay for it, along with everything else she got in the divorce settlement.

I, on the other hand, had a great life as one of Aiden’s children. My stepbrothers, stepsisters and I are all very close. And Aiden is always very good to us; and always very good to me. We had an instant connection from the time we met. He took me everywhere with him: concerts, parties, awards shows. People always commented on how we looked alike, both having the dark hair and almond- shaped, green eyes. Some papers even reported us as a couple, saying how our beauty matched. But nothing untoward ever went on between us during those early years. And while I grew up way faster than most kids my age, I knew Aiden would always be in my life. And I wanted him to always be in my life.

So, how did it come that I’m here in front of my laptop rubbing my pussy for him while he showed me his cock?

Last year I was in Ibiza with my stepsister Lucia for my nineteenth birthday. She and I were dancing at a club with a group of beautiful boys and girls and I felt a pair of strong hands come at me from behind, rest on my stomach and yank me backward. I landed against a man and when I turned around, it was Aiden. Lucia and I went to his table where he and his band mates were having drinks.

When Lucia whispered in my ear that she would fuck Aiden that night, I was a little jealous, but didn’t say anything. Instead, I crawled into the lap of Aiden’s hot drummer Devon and stuck my tongue in his ear. Aiden grabbed me by the arm and asked me what I was doing.

“Getting fucked, Daddy,” I said into Aiden’s ear. “Isn’t that what you do?”

Aiden stood from the table, said something to Devon and grabbed Lucia by the arm. He leaned down to me and put his mouth on my ear.

“You are a fucking bitch!” he said and dragged Lucia out of the club.

I asked Devon what Aiden said to him and Devon told me he told him to stay away from me. It didn’t deter Devon though, we went back to his hotel and fucked the night away. Poor Devon, I fantasized he was Aiden the whole night.

When Lucia and I met up the next day, she told me that Aiden and she went back to his hotel room and he fucked her harder than she’d ever been fucked before.

“My fucking bum,” she said as we sat in our seats on the plane back to London. “I don’t think I’ll ever be right again.”

“Tell me all about it,” I said. “Tell me what it was like with him.”

Lucia told me that Aiden was the best lay she ever had. How he first went down on her and did this thing with his mouth on her pussy that made her cum in seconds, she was sure to emphasize seconds
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Lucia said that when Aiden fucked her pussy, the width and length of his cock hit something deep inside her that made her cum again just from the fucking. And then he fucked her asshole, and while it wasn’t the first time Lucia had anal, it was the only time that she actually got off from the anal alone. And finally, that he fucked her so hard she passed out.

“I’m serious Lexi,” Lucia said and giggled, “I passed the fuck out. Cold. You have to fuck him. You just have to.”

And that was all I needed to hear.

Not that the idea hadn’t crossed my mind before, fuck, it was all I ever thought about. But hearing Lucia tell the story of their night together and seeing the glow on her face and even giggling at the newly acquired fuck-limp in her step, set me on a mission to get on Aiden.

He resisted at first. Still pissed by the first brush-off he ever received in his life, he wouldn’t speak to me for about a month. This was unusual for us as we spoke every single day, no matter where we were. I pursued him hard, ignoring my friends and even my studies.

I stalked him on the Internet, I read the papers and blogs that were about him or from him. I called him incessantly leaving messages, wrote him long letters and one day, even emailed him a nude picture of myself my friend Allen took. But he would not respond to me.

And one night after coming home from a fancy dress party, I sat in front of my computer, still all dolled-up, and began my stalking ritual.

An instant chat message popped up from Aiden that read:
What are you doing psycho?

My heart pounded and I got dizzy. Finally, after weeks of trailing Aiden, he responded. That night, we chatted for a bit and he directed me over to the video chat and told me to set it up on my computer.

We scheduled chats every night and at first it was just the normal conversation that we always had. But then, about a week into it, I got wise to the game and increased the sexiness of my dress.

I started with low cut shirts and jeans and tried to appear as if I hadn’t spent three hours trying to look natural. Then, I moved on to short skirts that showed off my long curvy legs and tight ass. I walked around the room while I chatted with him and made sure to bend over a few times to pick up the imaginary litter on the floor. One night, I hit him with wearing only a red lace push-up bra and lace G-string. That was the outfit that snagged him.

And now, three weeks after masturbating in front of each other on the video chat every night, I am leaving for his house in Spain in the morning to spend some face time, which will turn into cock time, with him.

“I want to see your cock, Daddy,” I said into the monitor as I rubbed my pussy. “Do you see what I’m doing Daddy? Do you see how your baby is rubbing her pussy just for you? It’s always been just for you.”

I looked down and his beautiful face peered in the monitor and he licked it.

“I can’t wait to stick my tongue inside that tight cunt,” he said. “Christ, I can see how wet you are baby. Rub your pussy hard for me while Daddy jacks his cock.”