I cast a sidelong glance at my date for tonight, Danner Winfield, a handsome hunk who drives
every woman into wet dreams. There's not the slightest doubt in my mind that he
wanted my company to show me off to his friends, he has a big fish on the hook.
That's actually the case with many of my admirers, when they can't have real
sex with me, they brag about our relationship.
And I like to play the game along, knowing that at the end of the evening a breathtaking reward
awaits me. Danner is my favorite sex partner, he masters the act to drive me to
those heavenly orgasms. I hardly ever turn down any of his date invitations,
which makes people guess whether I'm just his mistress or committed girlfriend.
As we step into the expensively
decorated ballroom, all heads turn in our direction. We are indeed a very
striking couple, an incredible black-haired beauty on the arm of an athletic
redhead. The jealous looks of aristocratic and famous women haunt me, but I
flout all of it. They all know I am Loraine Windrug, the youngest self-made
billionaire on this continent, more beautiful than miss universe, and crazy and
free. I wrap any man I want around my finger, every married woman in this room
is now terrified that I'll say just one word to her husband. But I live by my
own code of ethics, married and engaged men are not my thing, I avoid all the
drama that comes with dating these groups.
Danner now possessively wraps his arm around my shoulders, with a soft smile on my lips I let him have his way, leaning intimately against his chest. I can already hear the gossip machines working
overtime, the cameras on the mobile phones in overdrive. That's all people
love, and the press is well represented, they knew in advance that I was coming
here. I'm a hot item, always provide spicy gossip news.
Danner and I are sure to make headlines with suggestive quotes in all the major tabloids tomorrow,
perhaps with an ambiguous photo of us snuggling in each other's arms.
Not that I care a bit. I am the most read influencer and the gossip editions about me are sold out before nightfall. So I am also a good financial hit for media outlets. But my own booming software
company is also benefiting from all this media attention. This fame brought me
hundreds of new clients and a steady growth to other states in America. Even so
with Danner s business.
So double the our escapades. A bonus to that comes at the end of the night
when we delve into an intense intimate pleasure. That's the only condition I
put on my dates to use me for their business marketing.
Maybe that's why none of them complain that
they can never have the real physical adventure with me. Our actions are
limited to seductive oral sex, which still gives us the ultimate satisfaction.
I never go for that to a house, hotel or other enclosed space. My preference is
for daring sex in nature, by the pool or in the sauna, just to name a few of my
most coveted places.
And Danner is my best man, he understands my
needs perfectly, he's just as much of a freak as I am. Sometimes I suspect him
of being gay and using me as a cover-up. I don't care about that either, as
long as I get what I want from him.
Warmly embraced we walk to the buffet. I'm a
real foodie, there's very little I don't like to eat. Danner fills a plate for
me and we head to a free table. "Are you comfortable, honey? The seats are
a little uneasy, but that makes up for the delicious food. It's like, eat
around and forget the rest," he jokes.
When we are having a
great time, I see a man sauntering towards us with a glass of whisky in his
hand. When I take a closer look at him, I remember him as Alex, an ex-lover. A
few months ago, I went on a date with him, and he still has a hangover from
that day. His sex was worthless, he was terribly nervous to have a famous woman
like me in his arms and couldn t deliver.
"Alex, how are you? It's been a long time since I last saw you. Come sit with us please," I invite him to our table.
He responds immediately, pulls a chair back and takes a seat.
Danner and Alex are acquaintances, they attended Harvard together.
But the tension between the two is almost palpable, as they stare at each other like rivals. "Danner, shall we spend
the evening together, the three of us?". I now turn to my date, a creamy
idea taking root in me.
Look, Alex could really use some on-hand lessons, just in case he needs to fill in someday. And I'm so ready for a threesome tonight. Danner doesn't disappoint me, he sees through my plan but isn't really excited about
the idea.
Alex tosses back the remaining alcohol in his glass and stares at me. It's slowly dawning on him
what my intention is. Clearing his throat in the familiar nervousness, he silently stares at his former college mate.
Danner needs some time to adjust to the plan, but in the end he takes no chances and reluctantly agrees.
My body is shivering in anticipation of what I will come at the end of this evening, I can already feel my juices leaking onto my panties. My burning nipples are erect, waiting for the lips of these men to cool them down. Whose idea was it in the first place to end this ball in the morning hours?
I'm so damn horny!!?
