The Billionaire's Toy (2 page)

A
fter her
morning tryst with Ben, one of the Senior Editors in the company that she
worked for, Andrea hurriedly entered the Ladies Bathroom hoping that she can
have some privacy.

She
grabbed a few wads of paper towels, entered a cubicle, and started to wipe her
cunt clean.

From the
cubicle next to her, she heard soft quiet moans, and then followed by some
heavy breathing. Wondering who could that be, and thinking perhaps that someone
needed help, Andrea hoisted herself onto the toilet seat to get a better look
through the opening that separated the Ladies cubicles.

Inside
she saw Ruby the secretary kneeling on the floor. Ruby was holding wide open
the legs of Jeanette, one of the girls from the secretarial pool. Ruby’s tongue
flicked mercilessly on Jeannette’s clitoris as the secretary lay sprawled on
the toilet with her eyes closed and mouth hanging open. One of her breasts was
out from within her bra and she had her thumb and forefinger rolling, pinching
and caressing her nipples. Judging from the ohhhs and ahhhs emanating from her
lips, she obviously loved the tongue on her clit.

Not
wanting to be noticed and caught spying, Andrea silently left the cubicle and
headed for her office table. She smiled at the thought that she was not the
only one guilty of a morning fuck.

Andrea
grabbed hold of her purse and prepared to leave for her assigned post when her
boss strode out of his office.

“Andrea,
I’m so glad you’re still here. We just got a call from the PA of one of the
richest men from Saudi Arabia. This guy is rolling in dough. We’ve been trying
to get an interview from him but there was never a call back. He must have
changed his mind. The PA said they wanted a girl over at the penthouse of the
Times Square Hotel in 30 minutes. I’d like you to do it.” Andrea’s boss said.

Andrea
could hardly believe her luck. This was the chance she been hoping for.
Grabbing the prepared list of questions from her boss, she rushed out of the
door and hailed a passing taxi.

Andrea
proceeded to the Times Square Hotel on Broadway. Taking out her compact mirror,
she inspected her hair and makeup. Not a thing was out of place. She needed to
make an impression. After dabbing a touch of pink lipstick, Andrea snapped her
compact shut.

Entering
the lobby of the grand hotel was like entering the enclave of the rich and
famous. Its plush exterior walls and decoration shouted mega bucks. Apparently,
Mr. Saudi Arabia was staying in one of the penthouse units which occupied the
entire floor.

Andrea
glanced at the notes written on the paper and saw that the man’s name was Assad
Amar. Her eyes grew wide in amazement. She just couldn’t believe her luck
today. This guy had a finger in every business pie – telecommunications, the
airline industry, luxurious ocean liners, the diamond trade, and oil. You name
it, the guy dabbled in it.

 Heart
beating wildly in her chest, Andrea entered the elevator that would bring her
to the exclusive penthouse of Mr. Assad Amar.

She
glanced at herself in the mirror surrounding the elevator wall and saw her face
was flushed with excitement and wild expectation. Her eyes were round and
luminous. She realized that this encounter with the filthy rich guy will seal
her status as the new girl on the block at the office. She just had to get a
perfect interview from the man.

Running a
hand through her thighs, Andrea smoothed out the wrinkles on her clingy black
skirt and patted it down. She had to be the picture of the perfect
professional.

Rapping
her knuckles on the wide oaken paneling of the door that served as the main
entrance to the penthouse suite, Andrea knocked.

It only
took a few seconds before she heard a latch being opened from the inside.

The door
was opened by a tall swarthy man dressed in a brocade bathrobe.

Andrea
was confused. Was this the Assad Amar? His picture was often plastered in the
financial section of the newspaper but Andrea never took the trouble of
studying his features. She never thought in a million years that she will be
giving this guy an interview today.

But why
was he in his bathrobe? Did Andrea catch him at a bad time? The office said she
needed to be there in 30 minutes.

“Good
Morning, my name is Andrea and I was sent by...” Andrea said hesitantly before
the guy cut her off completely with his own greeting.

Good
Morning, Andrea.” The man replied.

“Please
come in.” He continued as he pulled the door wide open for her to enter.

“You must
be Mr. Amar...” Andrea said rather weakly as she stepped inside the plush and
luxurious accommodation of the penthouse suite.

“Call me
Assad,” the man remarked as he made his way to the bar that was situated at the
rear of the suite.

Assad
offered Andrea a drink which she naturally refused. It was not professional
practice to drink while on the job.

Assad
looked at her in surprise. Then taking the drink in his hand, he strolled
casually to where Andrea stood in the middle of the room. He reached out his
hand and stroked her face.

Andrea
was in shock. “Is this how this man gave interviews?” she thought. Maybe the
ultra and filthy rich had their own code of ethics in granting interviews. She
just needed to maintain her composure, Andrea rationalized.

Andrea
felt a vivid stirring in her loins at the touch of the man’s hand on her face.
It felt like she accidentally touched an open electric socket, but instead of
pain she felt pleasure.

She tried
to mask her confusion but there was something vaguely familiar about the man,
now that he stood at such close proximity to her.

“You do
not look like any of the girls that the Agency usually sends me. I like that.
Variety is the spice....Assad said without finishing the sentence.

Andrea
could smell the expensive liquor in his breath. And instead of repulsing her,
she found it very attractive.

“You look
like a working girl, I like that too.” Assad said further.

Suddenly,
like a bolt of lightning out of a clear blue sky, understanding dawned on
Andrea.

The Assad
Amar was waiting for a prostitute. There must have been a mix up in the
telephone numbers and the call went to her office instead.

Andrea
wanted to explain the situation with Assad. But she had to handle this in a
delicate manner.

“Assad,
I...” she began.

But Assad
cut her off again.

He
pointed to an open doorway and Andrea espied a huge king sized bed within.

“You can
use the bathroom in there to freshen up. Your check is on the table by the
bed.” Assad said.

Andrea
was dumbstruck. She had no idea what to do next. This filthy rich guy has
mistaken her for a prostitute and it seemed like her payment was ready and
waiting by the table.

For some
unknown reason that was hard to explain, Andrea knew that even this strange
situation was an opportunity. She allowed Ben to fuck her early this morning
and that was for free. This guy was offering her money to have sex under a
mistaken illusion that she was a prostitute.

Drawing
up her shoulders squarely, Andrea decided there and then, she will do this.

She will
fuck this man, the Assad Amar and get paid for it.

And she
will fuck him like he had never been fucked before.

A
ndrea
tried to still the hammering of her heart. She looked at herself in the floor
length mirror trying to think what to do next. Fuck, this bathroom was so much
bigger and nicer than her entire cramped apartment.

Andrea
remembered she did not have the time to clean herself thoroughly after her
tryst with Ben earlier in the morning, because Ruby and Jeannette were busy
going about their own thing in the cubicle right next to hers.

Sitting
down on the toilet, Andrea hurriedly removed her panties and grabbed hold of
the bidet beside it. Feeling the spray of cool water on her pussy calmed her
down a bit.

“I can do
this...I can do this...” she repeated the mantra inside her head.

Was she
supposed to remove all her clothes and go to Assad naked?

“No” she
thought. It seemed like a better idea to let him see her naked slowly.

Taking a
deep breath, Andrea opened the bathroom door and entered the bedroom.

Assad was
half lying on the bed. His eyes were upon her. His robe was partly opened and
exposed a mass of dark curly chest hair.

Andrea
reached out to the back of her skirt and grabbed hold of the zipper. Slowly and
sensuously, she allowed her skirt to fall down to her feet.

Steeping
out of the skirt lying on the floor, Andrea allowed Assad to get an eyeful of
her long straight legs. The sheer black stockings made her feel sexy and
wanton.

Next,
Andrea slowly opened the buttons of her blouse one by one and slowly shrugged
it out of her arms.

Then she
bent her body slightly forward to give him a view of her plump and succulent
breasts nestled inside her sheer bra. Her pussy was starting to get moist and
wet inside her panties.

She
realized that she was doing a slow striptease for this filthy rich man.

From
where she was standing a few feet away, Andrea saw Assad move his hand inside
his robe.

He had
his cock in his hand and was stroking it gently.

Andrea
then moved towards the bed where Assad lay.

Grabbing
hold of the lapel, Andrea removed Assad’s robe. He was completely naked and his
cock was standing erect as he gently stroked himself repeatedly.

Andrea
straddled him. She allowed her breast to hang a few inches in front of his
face.

Assad
reached out and unhooked her bra from behind. As Andrea’s breasts sprang free,
Assad cupped it with his hands.

Andrea
straightened up from straddling Assad and allowed him to feel the fullness of
her breast. She arched her back as Assad suddenly reached up and suckled one of
her breast. The thumb and index finger of his other hand rolled and pulled at
her nipple. Pleasure spiked all the way to her pussy.

Assad’s
hand traveled all the way down in search of her clitoris. Andrea moaned as his
thumb grazed her protruding clit and she had to suppress her desire to straddle
his hard cock as she felt his finger enter her wet vagina. This fuck was not
for her alone. She had to make him feel the same intense pleasure that was
coursing through her body.

Andrea
gently removed Assad’s finger and pushed him back onto the bed. She planted wet
kisses on his hairy chest. She rolled her tongue against his nipples. She
glanced up at him and saw his dark brooding eyes looking down at her. There was
something very arousing about that look.

Continuing
on, her tongue journeyed down to his navel until she reached his cock. Grasping
it firmly with her hand, Andrea licked the head of the penis where dew had
accumulated at the tip opening. She allowed her tongue to flick back and forth
at the tip before she opened her mouth wide and took his whole throbbing member
inside her mouth.

She heard
the gasp of pleasure that blew out of his lips. Taking a deep breath to expand
her throat, she then moved his cock deeper into her throat. Her tongue moved
round and round and felt the velvety softness of Assad’s penis.

She then
removed the throbbing member away from her mouth as her hands continued to
stroke his cock. Her saliva made the cock slippery. Her tongue journeyed
further down and caressed his scrotum as she repeatedly nipped and sucked at
his balls. Assad’s body was arching from off the bed.

Spreading
his legs farther apart, Andrea rolled her tongue hard against his perineum. She
flicked her tongue towards the opening of his anus. Then taking her own finger
and moistening it against her wet pussy, Andrea inserted her finger inside
Assad’s anus.

She moved
her finger in and out of his anus until she felt him relax. Then grabbing hold
of his hard cock once again, she sucked him as she simultaneously rolled her
finger in and out of his anus. Amanda head was bobbing up and down as she
synchronized the movement of her fingers. She realized that Assad was nearing
his orgasm.

Assad
grabbed hold of Andrea’s head to keep her steady as he lifted his hips and
rammed his throbbing member deep into her mouth. Grunting with the effort to
reach his peak, Assad made one final thrust inside her mouth.

Andrea
felt the salty cum as it sprayed down her throat. It took all of her self
control to swallow and was surprised that she liked the taste of Assad’s cum.

After
Assad’s labored breathing have normalized, he flipped Andrea over on the bed
and spread her legs wide apart.

Andrea
realized that Assad wanted to return the favor. He wanted to eat her pussy. She
moaned and groaned her intense pleasure as Assad’s tongue invaded the innermost
core of her being. He sucked relentlessly on her engorged clitoris. He bit
gently on her vulva as his tongue spread her wet juice all over her vagina.

Andrea
knew that her orgasm was almost near. She wanted to feel Assad inside her. She
opened her mouth and said, “Fuck me, fuck me hard now....” as Assad straddled her
prone body and rammed his hard cock inside her hot waiting pussy.

The
sensation of his long and hard cock inside her and brushing against her clit
was too much pleasure for Andrea to handle. Her body shook and tremors blew her
mind as she gave in to a powerful orgasm. Assad relentlessly reared in and out
of her until his body went rigid and he too came shortly after.

A
ndrea
lay beside Assad totally spent and out of her mind. She had just spent the half
of the day fucking a filthy rich stranger who had mistaken her for a
prostitute.

As she
studied the features of the man snoring beside her in the huge bed, it struck
Andrea this was the nameless and faceless stranger who had been coming to her
and fucking her in her dreams. Who would have thought that a mistake could end
like this?

She
glanced at the check that was lying on the bedside table nearby. The amount
written in it almost made her choke with surprise. Ten thousand dollars – made
out to payment in cash.

Andrea
could hardly believe her luck. She just needed to come up with a lame excuse
about not getting the interview. She can think about that later after she had
gathered her wits about her.

This was
one absolutely delicious mistake.

Andrea
remembered how Assad fucked her from behind. He casually flipped her over, her
face mashed into the pillows on the mattress and her ass up in the air. Using
the juice that was running down her pussy, he moistened her ass and prepared
her for the assault.

As the
tip of his cock entered her ass, Andrea felt pain and pleasure mixed together.
It was intense but she needed to relax to allow Assad’s huge cock to penetrate
her. She relaxed her body to give him easier entry to her ass.

Assad
reached under and stroked her clit, slowly, and then with ever increasing
intensity, until the overwhelming pleasure that spiked within her body was just
too much for Andrea to bear.

She
moaned as she came under Assad’s expertise. He then slowly rocked back and
forth until his own orgasm overpowered him too.

They both
fell on the bed thoroughly exhausted.

Andrea
glanced at the clock nearby and realized she had been with Assad for over 5
hours now. Everyone at the office would be expecting her.

Tiptoeing
to the bathroom, Andrea picked up a hotel stationary and an envelope. She
scribbled a short note, and with a naughty smile, she folded her panty and placed
it inside the envelope together with her note. And as an afterthought, she
grabbed a calling card from her purse and tucked it in as well.

Fully
dressed and ready to leave, Andrea took one last look at the sleeping form on
the bed. This was a strange day indeed. She had a full-fucking day and the
check inside her purse felt pretty good.

If she
was going to be fired for coming back empty-handed, she had the money to fall
back on. She can even start looking for a better place to stay. If fucking made
money this good, she may even consider changing her profession.

Who knows
what tomorrow may bring?

Whatever
was in store ahead, this was one lucky day for Andrea, bottom dweller by office
standard but now ten thousand dollars richer.